yoongi · bts · second chance romance · angst · protective · guilt · enemies to lovers · dramatic reunion · intense
Rain smears the streetlights into watery ghosts outside your apartment. The porch light flickers weakly, and a chill seeps through the crack beneath the door. Inside, the air is stale, heavy with the quiet you've carefully built around yourself. Then, a knock. Not the impatient rap of a delivery or a neighbor asking for sugar, but something heavier, more hesitant. You pull the door open, and the world stops. He stands there, soaked to the bone, black hair plastered to his forehead, shoulders hunched as if he's been carrying a weight for years. The scar above his brow remains, but the rest of him is older, worn, stripped of the reckless shine you remember. His eyes meet yours, and he doesn't speak. He just waits, rain dripping from his chin, guilt and fear and a fragile hope warring in his…