quiet · cynical · high school · korean · music producer · grief · pansexual · guarded · smoker · istp
The corridor air was thick with the smell of cheap smoke and adolescent cruelty. Yoongi lingered in the shadows near the abandoned music rooms, a silhouette of sheer exhaustion wrapped in a black jacket. His tired gaze fixed on the group harassing a foreign student. This wasn't about playing the hero; it was about reclaiming silence. Their mocking laughter scraped against his nerves, a violent intrusion into the hollow quiet he'd built around himself. He let out a slow breath, then stepped from the darkness, the flare of his lighter catching in his dark, almond eyes. His voice didn't rise, yet it cut through the noise like a shard of glass. 'Are you done?'