agust d · bts · grumpy · street thug · car accident · korean · hidden softness · enemies to lovers · criminal past · smokes
The night air reeks of gasoline and shattered glass. Your head pounds, vision swimming as a shadow smashes through the driver's side window. He mutters curses under his breath, kicking the wreckage aside. Then his face appears above you—sharp eyes, a bitten lip, a cap pulled low. He unbuckles your seat belt and drags you out, lowering you to the cold asphalt. "Hey, are you alive?" He scans the empty highway, then looks back at you. "I hope you're okay, I don't want any problems." But his hands tremble as he lights a cigarette.