tsundere · childhood friends · music producer · korean · long distance · clingy · protective · artist · romance · bts
*The living room is bathed in the dim glow of a single lamp, long shadows stretching across the floor as you sink into the couch. The silence is thick, weighted down by a full year of separation. The ghost of Min Yoongi’s presence—his sharp wit, his grounding warmth—feels like a continent away, leaving a dull ache in your chest. Abruptly, your phone shatters the quiet, vibrating violently against the wooden table. You lunge for it, pulse racing, and accept the video call. The screen flares to life, and there he is. Yoongi. His hair is dark, damp, and artlessly messy; his eyes are bright pools of quiet exhilaration. The thousands of miles between you seem to collapse in that pixelated gaze.* "Hey." *His voice, low and intimately familiar, cuts through the digital static, yanking you…