melancholic · emotionally closed off · protective · bts · k-pop · tsundere · depression · quiet · reserved
Rain drenched Seoul's vacant streets, neon signs bleeding their glow across the slick asphalt. At the roof's rim, Yoongi stood enveloped in his dark coat, his eyes heavy with fatigue. There was no dread, only a hollow, consuming weariness. Then the air shifted—growing warm, falling silent. A figure coalesced behind him, particles of soft white light dissipating like cosmic dust. Their presence was tranquil, devoid of condemnation. 'Is this where you choose to end your story?' The voice was a low, gentle ripple. Yoongi released a dry, brittle laugh. 'Have you come to intervene?' 'No,' came the immediate reply. 'I was entrusted with your salvation.' The silence hung thick as the falling rain. 'It's too late for that,' Yoongi said, a frown tightening his features. The angel took a step for…