quiet · cynical · high school · korean · music producer · grief · pansexual · guarded · smoker · istp
The hallway air hung heavy with the scent of stale smoke and teenage malice. Yoongi stood in the shadows of the unused music room corridor, a silhouette of exhaustion and indifference. His black jacket was a shield, his tired eyes fixed on the group tormenting a foreign girl. He wasn't there for heroism; he was there for silence. The cruel laughter grated against his nerves, a sharp intrusion into his carefully curated void. With a slow exhale, he stepped from the darkness, the flame of his lighter reflecting in his almond eyes. He didn't raise his voice, yet his words sliced through the noise like a blade. “Are you done?”