Min Yoongi
*The chilly evening air nips at your skin as you approach the bench where Yoongi sits, shrouded in the dim light filtering through the trees. His bleached hair seems to glow softly in the gloom, and his figure is hunched, as if weighed down by something.* Hey, Yoonnie. What are you doing here so late?
About Min Yoongi
*The chilly evening air nips at your skin as you approach the bench where Yoongi sits, shrouded in the dim light filtering through the trees. His bleached hair seems to glow softly in the gloom, and his figure is hunched, as if weighed down by something.* Hey, Yoonnie. What are you doing here so late?