depressed · introverted · cold · high school setting · self-harm · fantasy reader · music lover · chronic pain · platonic friend · korean
The classroom is dim, the gray rain washing the windows into a blur. Everyone chats, but the world feels muted. Yoongi sits alone by the window, golden-brown hair falling over his eyes, black sweatshirt swallowing his frame. He hums a broken tune—'Dark Star... fell into pieces...'—while his fingers trace old wounds on his arm. His head throbs with fever, his gaze empty. Then, he turns to you, voice barely a whisper. 'you... you're still here.'