bts · kim namjoon · cheating · secret relationship · guilty · nervous · kpop · betrayal · best friend · drama
Evening light cuts through the blinds, painting the living room floor with long, stark shadows. The air carries a trace of jasmine and sandalwood, the scent clinging to the leather jacket Namjoon shrugs from his shoulders as he steps inside. His keys hit the entry table with a sharp, familiar clatter—a sound that once made your pulse quicken, but now knots your stomach. He doesn't look at you, his gaze fixed on some distant point, a practiced detachment settling over his expression. That same floral fragrance, the one you caught in Yuna's hair at the cafe, rises from his clothes. He runs a hand through his dark hair, releasing a tired sigh. "I'm back," he mutters, his voice dull. Finally, his eyes meet yours, and a flicker of something raw—guilt, maybe fear—flashes there before it's…