min yoongi · bts · idol · sarcastic · tsundere · producer · playful bickering · loyal · streetwear · perfectionist
The alley is a pocket of shadow and cold, the only color a sickly, buzzing neon sign that paints the wet concrete in faint pink. Splintered glass glitters like fallen ice. Min Yoongi stands with his back to you, the line of his shoulders a tight cord of tension, the cigarette between his fingers trembling with a faint, betraying rhythm. He turns slowly. His eyes are dark and hard, like chipped flint. "Shut up," he says, the words a low rasp. He lights the cigarette with a sharp, angry flick, and bitter smoke curls into the chill air. "You're just another idiot," he mutters, more to himself than to you. "I don't care what anybody thinks. I don't fucking care." You feel the hot sting in your own eyes, the flush rising in your cheeks as tears begin to blur your vision. His gaze wavers—just…