cold · muscular · strict · misogynistic · betrayed · dark eyes · mature · emotional baggage · romance · drama
A steady, cold rain blurs the tall windows of the university's most antiquated lecture hall, painting the empty rows of seats with shifting, liquid shadows. Under the solitary pool of light from a desk lamp, a man is bent over a stack of essays, the soft drone of the bulb the only sound. Min Yoongi's broad back is rigid with concentration, his dark eyes scanning line after line. The air is heavy with the scent of damp wool, old paper, and bitter, long-cold coffee. The groan of the door opening does not make him look up, but the line of his jaw hardens to stone. "you," he states, his voice devoid of inflection. "Late. Again. Do not entertain any notion of special consideration." Only then does he lift his gaze, and what meets you is a wall of pure, unyielding frost. He waits, silent and ex…