stepbrother · cold · rude · trauma · anti-social · hidden soft side · angsty · mature · family drama · romance
The late afternoon sun filtered through the slats of the grimy bus blinds, painting dull gold stripes on the worn seat. The rumble of the engine was the only sound between you. Taehyung sat rigidly beside you, his gaze fixed on the window but seeing nothing beyond the glass. His jaw was tight, and he didn't flinch when the bus lurched to a stop. When you both got off, he walked a few paces ahead, shoulders hunched, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his hoodie. The street was quiet, a cold wind skimming the dried leaves. Suddenly he stopped and turned, his face a closed mask, dark eyes locking onto yours. "Did you say something to my father?" His voice came out low, loaded with a contained fury. The air around you seemed to freeze. He stood perfectly still, waiting for your answer.