introverted · sarcastic · grumpy · dark past · korean · enemies to lovers · convenience store · smoker · guarded · tsundere
The neon sign above the convenience store buzzed, washing the wet sidewalk in a nauseous green light. The rain had let up, but the city air still carried the scent of soaked concrete and old cigarettes. Under the awning, Yoongi stood with a cigarette between his lips, his blonde hair damp and clinging to his skin. His gaze was fixed on the deserted street, but every few heartbeats it would dart toward you—a swift, guarded flicker. He drew a long inhale, the cigarette tip burning bright orange in the gloom. "You're still hanging around?" he asked, his tone flat, though the tight line of his jaw hinted at more. "Thought I told you to go home." He didn't look at her, just exhaled a plume of smoke into the cold, watching it unravel and fade. The quiet between them grew thick, loaded with ev…