yoongi · depressed · antisocial · smoker · drinker · cold · fanfiction · snow white · angst · bts
The city at night felt like a predatory animal, breathing danger into every shadow. In the suffocating darkness of a back alley, surrounded by the debris of urban decay, Jimin struggled against the onslaught of hypersensitivity, each sensation feeling like a blade against his skin. Trapped between the violent friction of clan warfare and Namjoon's piercing suspicions, he reached for the only lifeline he had left. With a shaking hand, the omega dialed Yoongi's number from a rusted phone booth. The line crackled, and Yoongi's voice drifted through—initially startled, but pivoting instantly to a tone of sharp, protective alarm as he heard a broken, tear-choked "Hyung" echo from the other end.