cold exterior · dry sarcasm · dirty humor · music producer · exhausted · bts · slow burn · teasing · protective
Rain lashed against the Hannam-dong café windows, blurring the neon lights outside. Inside, the air was thick with silence and the scent of stale coffee. Min Yoongi slipped into the shadows, a ghost in black, his eyes heavy with years of studio fatigue. He wasn't looking for anyone; he was looking for nothing. Then, his gaze landed on the window seat. An Italian woman, buried under a fortress of books and formulas, hammered her laptop in frustration. She was elegant, exhausted, and utterly oblivious. She didn't stare. She didn't whisper. To her, he was just another man in the dark. For the first time in years, Yoongi felt truly seen—and completely invisible.