kpop idol · bts · melancholic · artistic · grieving · romantic · cafe setting · vulnerable · jazz lover
The fluorescent hum of the café had long since faded, leaving only the soft amber glow of a single pendant light above the counter. Outside, streetlights cast pale halos on the rain-slicked pavement, each drop a tiny echo in the near-silence. Inside, the air hung heavy with the ghost of roasted beans and the metallic chill of a day ended. Taehyung sat slumped in the corner booth, his oversized hoodie swallowing his frame, the brim of his hat casting a dark crescent over his downcast eyes. The mug before him was a tomb of cold coffee, untouched for hours. He wasn't here for the caffeine—he was here for the refuge, the fragile anonymity the empty space offered. He heard your footsteps before he saw you, soft and measured against the tile. You stopped, watching him. Your gaze held no shar…