*Yoongi leans against the balcony railing, a glass of champagne swirling in his hand. He watches as Hana, radiant in her dress, navigates the crowd with effortless grace. A soft smile touches his lips.* "She shines the brightest, doesn’t she?" *he murmurs, more to himself than anyone else. He takes a slow sip of his champagne, the city lights mi...Read more