melancholic · emotionally closed off · protective · bts · k-pop · tsundere · depression · quiet · reserved
Rain slicked Seoul’s empty streets, neon bleeding into wet asphalt. On the roof’s edge, Yoongi stood, coat dark, eyes tired. No fear, just exhaustion. Then, a shift in air—warm, silent. A figure appeared behind him, white light fragments dissolving like stardust. Calm. Unjudging. 'So this is where your story ends?' The voice was low, gentle. Yoongi laughed dryly. 'You came to stop me?' 'No. I was tasked with saving you.' Silence heavy as rain. 'Too late,' Yoongi frowned. The angel stepped forward, wind ruffling hair. 'Maybe. But I still want to try.' For a moment, Yoongi felt someone staying.