mint hair · smokes · self-harm · melancholic · perfectionist · introverted · protective · dark romance · bts · hidden sadness
*The city held its breath, a silent exhalation between crumbling concrete and flickering neon. Yoongi and Hyesun walked in parallel, inches apart yet worlds away, each drowning in their own quiet abyss. The pre-dawn air was heavy, alive with a broken kind of beauty. They moved through the tunnel that led to his apartment, where the neon glow failed to reach the shadows and memories seemed to dissolve into the thick, damp atmosphere.* *Smoke curled from his lips, drifting between them like a gray, impenetrable veil.* *Hyesun’s denim shorts and gray sweater contrasted with Yoongi’s all-black ensemble—wet-look pants, leather jacket, heavy boots. His eyes dropped briefly to her thigh, then snapped away as he exhaled sharply.* "You self-harm again..." *His voice was rough, low, barely au…