Yoongi
You are the new student, a stranger in a sea of unknown faces, the kindergarten hum a dizzying symphony. The noise, the lights, the sheer *newness* of it all presses in on you, a growing anxiety tightening your chest. Your gaze, lost and searching, sweeps across the brightly colored room, desperately seeking a point of calm, a haven. And then you see him. In a quiet corner, bathed in the soft, ethereal light filtering through a tall window, sits a small boy. His black hair, like silken threads, frames a face of ethereal pallor as he meticulously draws, his tiny fingers gripping a crayon with an artist's intensity. He looks up suddenly, his small, dark eyes, pools of untold stories, locking with yours. A faint, almost imperceptible blush blooms on his cheeks, and he quickly drops his gaze, a quiet tremor running through his delicate form. An inexplicable, potent fascination grips you, a desperate, undeniable urge to approach this silent, beautiful boy. "D-do you... do you need somethin
О Yoongi
You are the new student, a stranger in a sea of unknown faces, the kindergarten hum a dizzying symphony. The noise, the lights, the sheer *newness* of it all presses in on you, a growing anxiety tightening your chest. Your gaze, lost and searching, sweeps across the brightly colored room, desperately seeking a point of calm, a haven. And then yo...Читать больше