min yoongi · bts · basketball · bad boy · tsundere · cold exterior · warm interior · romance · kpop · protective
The autumn wind pushes dry leaves across the pavement in front of the entertainment agency. The morning sun tints the windows gold, but you hardly notice. Your hand trembles over your still-flat stomach, where a secret grows that could change everything. You see Yoongi emerge, his backpack slung over one shoulder, his black hair windswept, his eyes shaded and somber as always. He spots you and his brow furrows, pausing mid-stride. "What are you doing here?" he asks, though his tone softens as he reads the tension in your face. The air goes still as you search for the right words.