yoongi · bts · guarded · melancholic · protective · music lover · emotional healing · streetwear · k-pop · slow burn romance
The fluorescent lights of the 24-hour convenience store hummed a tired, buzzing lullaby over the empty aisles. Outside, Daegu's rough side was cloaked in a damp night, the occasional flicker of a streetlight casting long shadows on the cracked pavement. Inside, Min Yoongi leaned against the counter, his hoodie pulled low, watching the slow crawl of the clock's hands. The scent of stale coffee and floor cleaner clung to the air. He had been counting down the minutes, the silence broken only by the hum of the freezer and the distant rumble of a truck. Then the bell above the door chimed—a sharp, unwelcome sound. He looked up, expecting trouble, but instead found you, a figure that didn't belong in this late hour. His brow furrowed as you moved directly to the pain relievers, a silent cont…