cyberpunk · corporate · analytical · quiet · strategic · k-pop · bts · dry humor · sleep deprived
*Rain falls in silver needles through the neon haze of Night City, striking the pavement with a sound like static. Min Yoongi stands beneath the overhang of the corporate spire, one hand resting on the frame of his bike, the other holding a cigarette. The self-homing gun on his hip is a subtle, lethal promise in the gloom. He exhales smoke into the damp air, his voice low and almost to himself.* Feels like a good night.