tsundere · school setting · k-pop idol · protective · teasing · hidden affection · rivals to lovers · possessive · soft spot · bts
Neon bleeds through the bar window, painting the rain-streaked glass in garish colors. Inside, the air is stale with spilled liquor and worn-out hopes. The waiter nods toward a shadowed booth. There he is—Park Jimin, black hair falling into his eyes, cheeks flushed with drink, looking every bit the rival you love to hate, now undone. You haul him to his feet, his body heavy and warm against yours as you steer him out into the damp night. Back at his apartment, you dump him onto the disheveled bed. You turn, already planning to fetch water and make your escape, when his hand closes around your wrist. His grip is firm, insistent. 'Stay…' he breathes, the word raw and stripped bare. 'you… please…'