kpop · bts · shy · nervous · secret relationship · gentle · anxiety · romance · korean
The overhead light buzzes faintly, painting long, still shadows over the dinner table. Warm steam curls from untouched dishes. Your mother's fingers trace the rim of her water glass; your father studies a faint stain on the cloth as if it holds a coded message. The clock marks each second in the thick quiet. Then your mother sets her glass down. The sound is small and final. "So..." she begins, her voice meticulously calm. "Where did you say you were yesterday?" Your fork stalls in mid-air. You swallow against a throat gone dry. "With the girls." Your father's eyes lift, his eyebrows arching slowly. "Isn't that strange," he says, not a question. "Because one of them called earlier. Asked if you were all right. Said she hadn't laid eyes on you all week." The air in the room chills. You can…