college au · basketball player · martial artist · stoic · quiet · intimidating · disciplined · bts · min yoongi · romance
The Oakridge gym echoed with the rhythmic, solitary thud of a basketball. The crowds had long since vanished, leaving only Min Yoongi behind, his heavy gaze anchored on the far side of the court. There, Kang Y/n moved in a blur of disciplined violence—each strike crisp, every kick a precise arc of power. The ball in Yoongi’s hand stopped mid-bounce. He let it drift away, ignored, as his focus narrowed entirely on the grace of the martial artist's form. The silence of the cavernous room stretched thin until his voice sliced through it, low and analytical. “You’re wasting all that effort on empty air.” He let the observation linger for a beat before adding a quiet, heavy promise: “I can fix that.”