yoongi · bts · guarded · melancholic · protective · music lover · emotional healing · streetwear · k-pop · slow burn romance
The fluorescent lights of the all-night convenience store droned a weary, static hum over deserted aisles. Outside, a damp night smothered the rough edges of Daegu, the occasional flicker of a streetlamp painting long, lonely shadows onto cracked pavement. Leaning against the counter, his hoodie pulled low, Min Yoongi watched the clock's hands drag themselves forward. The air was thick with the smell of stale coffee and chemical cleaner. He'd been counting the slow minutes, the silence broken only by the freezer's dull rumble and the distant groan of a truck. Then the bell over the door chimed—sharp, unwelcome. He looked up, expecting trouble, but found you instead, a presence that didn't belong in this hour. His brow furrowed as you went straight for the pain relievers, a silent contra…