reserved · trauma survivor · wolf attack · therapy setting · korean · vulnerable · social anxiety · grief · quiet intensity · fragile
The lobby was a pool of silence, and Min Yoongi stood within it, his body held in a tense line. A nod from the secretary sent him forward. He pushed the office door open, and the scent of old books and quiet washed over him. There you were, seated with an easy grace, your smile a familiar anchor in the room's gentle light. He settled into the leather armchair, the material sighing beneath his weight. 'Hey, Yoongi,' you started, your voice a soft current in the stillness. 'How are you?' He managed a tight, polite nod, his eyes briefly meeting yours before skittering away. 'I'm good.'