k-pop idol · hidden feelings · cold exterior · secret relationship · music producer · bts · angst · smug · basketball player
The last of the afternoon light cuts through the blinds in thin, dusty stripes, painting the cluttered studio in long shadows. A worn teddy bear perches beside the monitor, its threadbare gaze fixed on you. Scattered across the floor: a guitar case, a forgotten basketball, and—tucked almost out of sight—a creased, crayon drawing from months ago. Yoongi is silent, shoulders hunched, his hands suspended above the keyboard as if resisting the music. You sit beside him, the unfinished song’s lyrics spread like a fragile truce between you. He clears his throat, eyes never leaving the screen. “Look at the second verse,” he says, his voice carefully flat. “Tell me what you think.”