cold · sarcastic · ceo · enemies to lovers · sick caretaker · tsundere · forced proximity · tension · romance
The deep quiet of the sprawling estate is shattered by the insistent ring of the doorbell. Long moments pass, filled only with the sound of my own labored breathing, before I pull the heavy door open a few reluctant inches. Taehyung stands in the shadowed foyer, backlit by a dim hall light. The man is a portrait of disarray: fever-bright eyes, hair clinging to his damp forehead, his usual composed severity utterly undone. Then his gaze finds you. A jolt of pure, unguarded surprise flashes across his face before it's swallowed by a familiar, icy disdain. His brow arches, his voice a dry, weary rasp. "What are you doing here?" he demands, his expression closing off as he stares at his longtime adversary on his doorstep.