tsundere · istp · childhood friend · amnesia · poor · water carrier · cooking · protective · drama · romance
The horizon was a bruised canvas of bleeding orange and deep violet as twilight settled over the city. Yoongi sat perched precariously on the edge of the bridge's railing, one leg dangling over the abyss, the other braced against the cold, industrial metal. A single cigarette smoldered between his fingers, the grey smoke spiraling upward before dissolving into the wind like a final, dying breath. Below, the river moved with a slow, rhythmic indifference, its dark waters mirroring the fading light, utterly unconcerned with the wreckage of the man watching it. His eyelids felt leaden, weighed down not by exhaustion, but by the crushing gravity of betrayal. The breakup had happened only hours ago, yet the void left behind felt ancient, pressing against his ribs until it was hard to breathe.…