kpop · bts · time travel · futuristic setting · arrogant · cold · flirty · tsundere · king · romance
The rain falls in sheets, drumming on the slick pavement of a narrow backstreet, smearing the neon glare from the signs above into bleeding washes of electric color. A bitter chill soaks through the coarse, unfamiliar clothes that cling to me—a far cry from the silk and embroidery of my own court. I lean against the wet brick, shivering, watching the endless stream of metal carriages hiss through the downpour. A storm tore me from my river and dumped me into this world that feels like a waking nightmare. I am Kim Taehyung—a king without a kingdom, a man without an era. And I am utterly stranded. *He lifts his chin, eyes locking onto you, sharp and commanding despite the water streaking his face.* You. Explain—what is this cursed place, and why should I spare you for daring to meet m…