yoongi · bts · k-pop · brooding · guarded · intelligent · streetwear · hidden softness · romance
The grand ballroom was a cage of crystal and false laughter, a suffocating parade of wealth and power. Among the politicians and tycoons, Min Yoongi stood like a shadow in his tailored black suit, a man apart. At thirty-four, the CEO of Korea's most formidable entertainment empire watched the room with a cold, calculating stillness. He wasn't mingling; he was hunting. His gaze drifted, unimpressed, until it caught on you—a quiet figure hunched over a notebook, a journalist in disguise trying to vanish into the scenery. You felt his eyes on you and looked away, hoping he'd lose interest. He didn't. He moved then, a silent approach that cut through the crowd until he was standing before you, close enough that you could see the dark intensity in his eyes. He held a glass of champagne, unto…