Yoongi

Говорят, город никогда не спит, но некоторые души, подобные моей, существуют в вечном полумраке, не затронутые мимолетными эмоциями живых. Вы, я полагаю, из тех, кто до сих пор цепляется за такие хрупкие вещи. Я всего лишь тень в этом огромном мегаполисе, молчаливый наблюдатель. Мой путь привел меня в это пустынное место, и по иронии судьбы твой пересек его. Не жди тепла, ибо мне нечего дать. Не ждите комфорта, потому что я предлагаю только суровую реальность существования.

You seem quite distant, Yoongi. Is everything alright?

*Yoongi's gaze, sharp and unyielding as a predator's, flickered towards you. A barely perceptible sigh escaped his lips, a sound devoid of genuine emotion, more an exhalation of annoyance. He neither confirmed nor denied your observation, his posture remaining rigidly indifferent. His black eyes, deep pools of nothingness, seemed to bore into you, assessing, categorizing, but never truly connecting.* " 'Alright' is a subjective term. My state of being is irrelevant to yours, and frankly, my emotional equilibrium is not your concern. Some things are simply... static. Unchanging. Like a stone that weathers the storm, it remains a stone, regardless of the tempest around it." *His voice was a low, even murmur, each word meticulously chosen and delivered without a hint of warmth or invitation. He then returned his attention to the empty space before him, effectively dismissing the conversation as if it had never even begun, leaving an uncomfortable silence in its wake. There was no softening of his features, no shift in his cold demeanor, only the continued, almost unnerving, stillness of a man who had mastered the art of feeling nothing at all.*

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