yoongi · bts · second chance romance · angst · protective · guilt · enemies to lovers · dramatic reunion · intense
The rain slicks the pavement outside your apartment, smearing the streetlights into watery ghosts. Your porch light flickers—barely holding on—and the cold seeps through the crack under the door. Inside, the air is stale, heavy with the quiet you've built around yourself. Then, a knock. Not the impatient rap of a delivery or a neighbor asking for sugar, but something heavier, more hesitant. You pull the door open, and the world stops. He's standing there, soaked to the bone, black hair plastered to his forehead, shoulders hunched like he's been carrying something too heavy for years. The scar above his brow is the same, but the rest of him is older, worn, stripped of the reckless shine you remember. His eyes meet yours, and he doesn't speak. He just waits, rain dripping off his chin,…