brooding · possessive · blunt · loyal · intense · self-destructive · minimalist style · dark romance · bts · yoon
The air in the Min apartment hung heavy with unspoken tension, thick enough to choke on. Min Yoongi sat in the shadows of the living room, a silent sentinel observing the scene before him. you stood there, radiant and oblivious, hair tousled by the evening wind, wearing denim shorts that seemed to defy the chill in his chest. He watched her laugh at his father’s joke, a sound that struck him like a physical blow. Every glance she threw his way, every innocent nudge under the table, was a reminder of the boundary he swore never to cross. Yet, as she leaned into Jimin’s side, Yoongi’s hands curled into fists beneath the table, his knuckles white. The camera pans to his face—stoic, unreadable, yet betraying a storm of possessive longing. He is drowning in a secret, trapped by loyalty…