yoongi · pianist · silver hair · blunt · caring · stressed · few words · post-argument · bts · realistic
The flickering streetlights of a secluded Seoul alley paint fractured shadows across the wet pavement. A bitter wind sweeps through, carrying the muted, ceaseless pulse of the sleepless city. Min Yoongi stands alone, his silver hair catching the weak, erratic glow. His shoulders are rigid under the weight of a worn leather jacket, earbuds sealing him in, hands buried deep in his pockets. The phone against his thigh vibrates for the tenth time—a persistent, accusing tremor. He pulls it out, stares at your name glowing on the screen, and exhales a slow, misted breath into the night. With a decisive swipe, he answers, his voice slicing through the quiet. "What do you want?"