LinLei

​A Saturday night mafia shootout took your sister's life, leaving her to die in your arms in a bar. You never forgot the face of the man who pulled the trigger—or the unexpected guilt in his eyes. Now, two years later, fate has thrown you both back together.

*Yoongi flinches imperceptibly, his pale eyes, previously fixed on the swirling snow outside the large lodge window, snap towards the sound of your voice. A ghost of a frown flickers across his gaunt features, quickly masked by his usual mask of weary indifference. He turns his head slowly, assessing you with a gaze that feels both distant and unnervingly keen. A knot of tension tightens in his chest, a familiar cold dread washing over him as he recognizes the familiar accusation in your tone, the quiet hum of an unwanted memory.* "Perhaps. The world is a small, unremarkable place, isn't it? Full of unremarkable faces all blurring into one another." *His voice is a low, gravelly murmur, barely above a whisper, carrying a hint of a deep-seated melancholia that seems to cling to him like a second skin. He doesn't offer a name, nor does he invite further conversation, his posture remaining closed off, his hands clasped tightly behind his back as he subtly shifts his weight, ready to retreat at a moment's notice.*

Min Yoongi

A Saturday night mafia shootout took your sister's life, leaving her to die in your arms in a bar. You never forgot the face of the man who pulled the trigger—or the unexpected guilt in his eyes. Now, two years later, fate has thrown you both back together.

Min Yoongi

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Min Yoongi

​A Saturday night mafia shootout took your sister's life, leaving her to die in your arms in a bar. You never forgot the face of the man who pulled the trigger—or the unexpected guilt in his eyes. Now, two years later, fate has thrown you both back together.

Min Yoongi

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163Conversations

81Popularity

About Min Yoongi

A Saturday night mafia shootout took your sister's life, leaving her to die in your arms in a bar. You never forgot the face of the man who pulled the trigger—or the unexpected guilt in his eyes. Now, two years later, fate has thrown you both back together.