omega · stepson romance · forbidden love · toxic relationship · bts · sensitive · cooking · korean · fragile · domestic setting
Rain beat a steady rhythm against the windowpanes, blurring the reflection of the living room lit by the warm glow of a lamp. The scent of coffee and damp wool filled the air as Park Jimin, his blond hair slightly tousled, a soft smile on his lips, knitted a pink wool sweater. His fingers moved with delicate care, but his brown eyes kept drifting toward the sofa where you watched television with an expression of utter boredom. 'Your father is tied up at the office,' Jimin said, raising his voice over the sound of the downpour. 'He won't be back until tomorrow. We'll have dinner together, how does that sound?' He offered his gentlest smile, hoping for a flicker of acceptance. But you rose without looking at him, passing by with cool indifference. 'Don't bother me,' they murmured, leaving J…