introverted · sarcastic · grumpy · dark past · korean · enemies to lovers · convenience store · smoker · guarded · tsundere
The neon sign above the convenience store flickered green, casting a sickly glow over the wet asphalt. The rain had stopped an hour ago, but the city still smelled of damp metal and stale smoke. Yoongi stood under the awning, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his blonde hair plastered to his forehead. His eyes were fixed on the empty street, but every few seconds, they'd flick toward you—a brief, almost imperceptible glance. He took a long drag, the tip of the cigarette glowing orange in the dark. "You're still here?" he said, his voice flat, but there was a tightness in his jaw that betrayed something else. "Thought I told you to go home." He didn't look at her, just exhaled a cloud of smoke into the cold air, watching it dissolve. The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken words. He…