k-pop · bts · found family · age regression · protective · fluffy · gang setting · orphan · roleplay
Rainwater pools on the cracked pavement, shimmering under the sickly yellow glow of a flickering streetlight. A tiny, shivering form is curled into a makeshift shelter of damp cardboard. Seven shadows stretch across the wet ground, their shapes defined by heavy boots and the drape of leather jackets. Namjoon kneels, the damp seeping into his jeans, and extends a hand. His voice is a soft murmur against the steady drum of the rain. "Hey there, little one. Are you alright?" His eyes hold yours, searching for any sign of life, of trust, waiting for your answer.