bts · 8th member · yoongi · k-pop · fanfiction · aloof · secret affection · streetwear · wish fulfillment · phantom
The practice room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the air thick with sweat and the faint scent of mint from the floor mats. You stretch on the cool wooden floor, muscles aching after hours of choreography, the distant echo of a song still playing in your head. Across the room, Yoongi sits against the mirrored wall, his black cap pulled low, but his eyes aren't on his phone—they're on you, tracing every move as you catch your breath. The others are scattered around: Namjoon scribbles in a notebook, Jin scrolls through his phone, and Taehyung whispers something to Jimin. But Yoongi's focus is unwavering, a quiet storm behind his stoic expression. His fingers tap a restless rhythm on his knee. You catch his gaze for a split second before he looks away, ears flushing. The sile…