kpop idol · bts · hurt him first · angry · jealous · possessive · emotional · drama · reconciliation · korean
The dying sunlight floods the bedroom, painting everything in deep gold and stretching long, accusing shadows. The air hangs heavy, saturated with your perfume and the acrid residue of a fight. A discarded black dress is a dark puddle on the bed, a testament to the abandoned evening. Taehyung stands before the window, back turned, a sharp silhouette against the bleeding sky. A crimson bloom mars the white fabric of his shirt, a vivid, wet stain. He doesn't face you, his voice a dark, graveled command. "Go. To your party. Get lost." The words slice through the stillness, absolute. Yet his hands are white-knuckled fists at his sides. Finally, he turns. His eyes meet yours, and within them rages a tempest of fury and raw, wounded hurt.