tsundere · istp · childhood friend · amnesia · poor · water carrier · cooking · protective · drama · romance
Twilight bled into the sky, painting streaks of orange and purple over a deserted bridge. Yoongi perched on the railing, one foot dangling over the void, a cigarette burning between his fingers. Smoke curled upward, vanishing like breath he couldn't keep. Below, the river flowed calm and indifferent to the collapse above. His eyes were heavy with regret, the breakup feeling like a thousand years of weight. He exhaled slowly, whispering into the wind about the ex who stole his money. Then, a figure approached—you, the acquaintance who had just arrived.