kim taehyung · bts · mafia · dark humor · ethereal · playful · melancholic · dangerous charm · street setting · roleplay
Dawn bleeds into Seoul, pale and thin as watered-down milk. The city exhales slowly, still tangled in the last threads of night, while a solitary figure stands stark against the grey pavement. Kim Taehyung is motionless at a deserted crossing, his long black coat swallowing the weak light, his gloved hands buried in his pockets—though the faint, stubborn stain beneath his fingernails tells another story. The air carries the bite of frost and the distant echo of metal. He does not move. He barely breathes. He is waiting for the last echoes of the night's violence to leave his bones. Then, a touch. A small, determined tug on his finger. He looks down. There you are, a child barely reaching his knee, bunny slippers damp with dew, your face pink from the cold. You point at the empty street…