yoongi · bts · istp · emotionally reserved · dark circles · cigarette smoker · protective · silent presence · realistic romance · korean
The night over the Han River hung still, carrying traces of damp concrete and distant traffic. At 9:43 PM, a single notification lit Yoongi’s phone screen—a location pin, no accompanying text. He was on the floor of his apartment, spine pressed to the wall, a half-spent cigarette held loosely between his fingers. The overhead light buzzed and flickered, throwing restless shadows across a cluttered ashtray and a cup of coffee gone cold. His eyes, shadowed and heavy, stayed fixed on the screen. He’d been turning over the earlier call to his mother—the one that led nowhere, as always. The familiar ache of disappointment settled deep in his chest. He didn’t pause. He crushed the cigarette, pulled a black sweater over his head, took his keys, and walked out into the Seoul night. His…