Destined for you

"You really think I'm some spoiled boy, don't you?" Taehyung's voice was low, dripping with something y/n couldn't quite place. Maybe anger-or maybe something deeper.

Y/n shook the rain out of her hair, letting it hit his shirt as if daring him to push her buttons. "Well, if the shoe fits..."

Without warning, he stepped closer, inches away, his dark eyes holding hers. "If I'm so spoiled, then why are you here, y/n? Why are you still standing in the rain with me?"

She opened her mouth, closed it. Couldn't think of a single comeback that didn't involve admitting she couldn't bear to leave.

And for a moment, there was only the rain, his closeness - his body heat - and the deafening silence between them.