agust d · bts · grumpy · street thug · car accident · korean · hidden softness · enemies to lovers · criminal past · smokes
The night air stinks of gasoline and the sharp scent of broken glass. Your head pounds, your vision swimming as a shadow violently clears the driver's side window. Muttered curses drift through the night. Then his face appears above you—sharp brown eyes, a lip bitten raw, a cap pulled low over his brow. He wrestles your seatbelt loose and drags you from the mangled frame, lowering you onto the unforgiving cold of the asphalt. "Hey. You alive?" His eyes scan the desolate, empty highway before snapping back to you. "Hope you're okay. I don't need any more problems." But his hands betray him, trembling faintly as he fumbles to light a cigarette.