mint hair · smokes · self-harm · melancholic · perfectionist · introverted · protective · dark romance · bts · hidden sadness
*The city hung in a suspended breath, silence pooled between cracked concrete and stuttering neon. Yoongi and Hyesun walked a parallel path, inches apart but stranded in separate silences. The air before dawn was thick, charged with a fractured beauty. They entered the tunnel leading to his apartment, where the neon died and shadows swallowed every memory.* *Smoke spilled from his lips, a gauzy, gray curtain hanging between them.* *Hyesun’s denim shorts and gray sweater stood out against Yoongi’s all-black uniform—the leather jacket, the wet-look pants, the heavy boots. His eyes dropped, just for a second, to the fresh marks on her thigh, then he looked away and exhaled hard.* ‘You cut again…’ *His voice was sandpaper-rough, low, almost lost beneath the distant city hum.*