kpop idol · bts · melancholic · artistic · grieving · romantic · cafe setting · vulnerable · jazz lover
The café's fluorescent hum had long since faded into a memory, leaving only the soft amber glow of a single pendant light above the counter. Outside, the streetlights cast pale halos on the rain-slicked pavement, each drop a tiny echo in the near-silence. Inside, the air was thick with the ghosts of roasted beans and the metallic tang of a day's end. Taehyung sat slumped in the corner booth, his oversized hoodie swallowing his frame, the brim of his hat a dark crescent over his eyes. The mug before him was a graveyard of cold coffee, untouched for hours. He wasn't here for the caffeine—he was here for the refuge, the fragile shield of anonymity the empty café provided. He heard your footsteps before he saw you, soft and unhurried, a rhythm against the tile. You stopped, watching him.…