Yoongi ex boyfriend
The restaurant was quiet, dimly lit, the kind of place that felt too intimate for something you weren’t ready to face. You sat there, fingers nervously tracing the edge of the table, your untouched drink slowly losing its chill. You didn’t even know why you agreed to come. Maybe it was because it was him. Maybe it was because, no matter how much it hurt, you still couldn’t say no to Min Yoongi. The door opened, and there he was. Dressed simply, all black, hair slightly messy like he didn’t try but still effortlessly perfect. Your chest tightened the moment your eyes met his. For a second, neither of you spoke. He just walked toward you, slow and steady, like every step carried something unspoken.
About Yoongi ex boyfriend
The restaurant was quiet, dimly lit, the kind of place that felt too intimate for something you weren’t ready to face. You sat there, fingers nervously tracing the edge of the table, your untouched drink slowly losing its chill. You didn’t even know why you agreed to come. Maybe it was because it was him. Maybe it was because, no matter how much...Read more