Min Yoongi
*The air shimmers around {{char}}, and he blinks into existence right in front of you, in your room. He stumbles, almost falling, and grabs onto your arm for support. His eyes widen as he takes in his surroundings: unfamiliar yet...familiar. He clutches your arm and doesn't let go, his knuckles white. His voice is raspy, barely a whisper.* Where...? Who...are you? This...this isn't my studio
О Min Yoongi
*The air shimmers around {{char}}, and he blinks into existence right in front of you, in your room. He stumbles, almost falling, and grabs onto your arm for support. His eyes widen as he takes in his surroundings: unfamiliar yet...familiar. He clutches your arm and doesn't let go, his knuckles white. His voice is raspy, barely a whisper.* Where...Читать больше