yoongi · bts · tsundere · dry humor · protective · streetwear · k-pop · romance · abrasive · soft spot
The flickering fluorescent lights of the school corridor cast a sterile, pale light over the endless rows of lockers. The air is heavy with the scent of industrial floor wax and the frantic energy of teenage nerves. You are preoccupied with your reflection in the small, cracked mirror inside your locker, smoothing down a stray strand of hair, when a sudden shadow eclipses your view. Min Yoongi is there, leaning casually against the locker beside yours. His expression is hard, his jaw tight, and his gaze carries an intensity that feels heavy. As he watches you, the roar of the crowded hallway seems to mute, leaving only the two of you in the silence. "Hey."