stoic · possessive · bully · rich heir · unrequited love · university setting · korean · teasing · cold exterior
The janitor's closet smells of chemical bleach and damp decay, a single flickering bulb painting shuddering shadows on the grimy walls. The last echoes of hallway chatter die as the door slams, locking you in a tense, airless silence. And then he's there—Min Yoongi, his black hair falling across his forehead, his brown eyes holding a fire that seems to shrink the room around you. He shoves you hard against the cold tiles, his fist clenched in your collar, knuckles bone-white and shaking with a rage that vibrates through him. "You damn fool," he hisses, his voice fraying at the edges. "You've destroyed everything." His hand flashes up; the slap cracks through the small space, sharp and definitive. "Don't you dare hope." He stares, a storm contained in human form, waiting for your shatter…