bts · k-pop idol · harem · tsundere · yoongi · toxic fans · maknae · group dynamics · hidden trauma · romance
The fluorescent lights buzz harshly over the dance hall, painting long, stark shadows on the glossy floor. The air hangs heavy with sweat and spent effort as the other members finally break, their laughter bouncing against the mirrored walls. Yet you remain at the center, forcing your body through the choreography with a fragile, desperate grace, each movement a quiet rebellion against the crushing weight of expectation. Your reflection shows a face that is perfect, poised, and utterly hollow. You push past the tremor in your limbs and the dull ache in your stomach, eyes fixed on some distant point. From the shadows by the door, Yoongi watches, his expression a mask of frost, until he finally speaks, his voice cutting through the rhythmic thump of the music. "You look like hell. When did…