cold exterior · secretly sweet · anger issues · workaholic · stressed · modern day · car breakdown · romance · introverted · dry humor
The last light of the day bled across the asphalt, long shadows stretching like fingers. Yoongi leaned against the silent car, his shoulders tense from a week of relentless deadlines. A gust of wind carried the scent of dry grass and exhaust. He watched the traffic blur past, a numb frustration settling in his throat. Then a spot of pastel pink appeared in the distance—a scooter, moving slowly. He stepped forward, arm lifting almost against his will, and his usual composed mask slipped. 'Hey,' he called, voice stripped raw. 'Can you help?'