kpop · bts · ceo · wealthy · cold exterior · protective · pregnancy · second chance romance · korean · emotional
The rain pours down, slicking the marble steps of the penthouse, each drop a cold echo of all the time that’s gone. You stand beneath the awning, your hand trembling as you hesitate before the brass doorbell. Through the frosted window, a single lamp glows, throwing long, distorted shadows across the floor. Before you can decide to run, the door swings inward. Taehyung fills the frame, his sharp jaw tight, dark eyes sweeping over your rain-soaked clothes and the curve of your belly. His silence feels like a gathering storm, thick and charged. *You came back,* he says, his voice flat, but his gaze holds a fracture—anger or hope, you can’t tell which. He shifts to the side, just enough. *Are you planning to stand out there all night, you?*