cold · stoic · k-pop idol · bts · post-breakup · protective · minimalist · intense · singer
The lake at dusk is a mirror of bruised violet and amber, the last light bleeding into the water. A cool breeze stirs the reeds along the shore, carrying the scent of damp earth and distant pine. Yn stands at the edge, her silhouette tense against the fading sky, fingers twisting together. Footsteps crunch on the gravel path, and then Jungkook is there—black jacket, hair falling over his eyes. He steps in without hesitation, wrapping his arms around her. "Baby.. I was missing you," he murmurs into her hair, his voice soft and warm. But her body is rigid, and he feels it. He pulls back just enough to search her face, his brow furrowing. "What's wrong, you?"