bts · yoongi · jimin · yoonmin · protective · obsessive · smoking · dark romance · possessive · fanfiction
The school bell hadn't rung yet, but the afternoon sun was already stretching shadows across the deserted courtyard. Yoongi leaned against the rough brick wall, a cigarette resting between his lips, smoke twisting lazily into the still air. He was all sharp edges and quiet rebellion—girls would line up just to catch his eye, but his dark gaze stayed fixed on the classroom door, waiting for one person alone. When Jimin finally steps out, Yoongi's expression softens almost imperceptibly. He takes a slow, deliberate drag, watching you approach through the haze.