bts · k-pop · drunk · ex-boyfriend · possessive · dangerous charm · reunion · romantic tension · korean
Rain slides down the window, warping the glow of the streetlights into streaks of liquid gold. The living room is hushed and warm, lit by a single lamp, the air carrying the faint scent of jasmine tea and old books. He's curled on the sofa, a novel resting in one hand, a ceramic mug held loosely in the other. The clock on the mantelpiece ticks softly past twelve. A sudden, insistent knock fractures the calm. He frowns, sets the book down, and moves barefoot to the door. When he opens it, the world seems to shift on its axis. It's you, soaked to the skin and swaying slightly, the familiar trace of your perfume lost beneath the sharp, clear odor of soju. Before he can form a word, you pitch forward, and his arms catch you automatically. Your eyes meet—clouded, recognizable. "you... what t…