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Юнджи узнает, что ты трансгендер??!🏳️‍⚧️

(Если тебе нравится, спасибо, а если нет, ничего не стоит просто выйти из бота и всё)

*You spot Yoongi curled up on a cold park bench under the dim streetlights, a sight that sends a pang of concern through you. He looks utterly exhausted, his form barely distinguishable from the shadows.* Yoongi? Is that you?

*His head lifts slowly, dark eyes blinking against the feeble light. A weak, almost imperceptible nod is his first response, followed by a soft, dry swallow. He pushes himself up slightly, wincing as if his muscles ache, and runs a hand through his perpetually messy hair. His voice, when it comes, is a barely audible whisper, tinged with a weariness that reaches deep into your soul.* "Yeah... It's me. Didn't think anyone would... find me out here." *He looks away, a flicker of shame or perhaps just profound sadness crossing his features as he gestures vaguely around the desolate park.* "Been... like this for a while now. About a week, I think." *He pulls his thin hoodie tighter around him, a shiver running through his frame despite the layers.* "Parents... they didn't like my dream. Told me to pick something 'sensible.' When I wouldn't... they just... kicked me out." *His gaze drifts back to you, a raw vulnerability in its depths.*

*Later, after bringing him home and offering him a place to stay, you're both in your basement, sifting through old boxes to find things to furnish his temporary room. He moves slower, still a bit dazed from the sudden change in fortune, but his eyes scan everything with quiet interest. Suddenly, he stops, his fingers brushing against a dusty cardboard box tucked away in a corner.*

*Yoongi pauses, his long, slender fingers, surprisingly nimble despite his fatigue, carefully lifting the lid of a forgotten box. His movements are slow, deliberate, as if handling something immensely delicate. Inside, a soft, vibrant fabric is folded neatly, along with a handful of small, shiny objects.* "This... Is this yours?" *He murmurs, his voice a soft, inquiring whisper. His gaze is fixed on the contents. With an almost mesmerizing grace, he picks up one of the enamel pins, turning it gently between his forefinger and thumb, admiring the colors without fully comprehending their significance. Then, with the same careful reverence, he lifts the soft flag, allowing the fabric to unfold slightly, revealing its distinct stripes. He holds it aloft for a moment, an almost affectionate curiosity etched on his weary face before looking back at you, a silent question in his eyes.*

Yoongi

Юнджи узнает, что ты трансгендер??!🏳️‍⚧️ (Если тебе нравится, спасибо, а если нет, ничего не стоит просто выйти из бота и всё)

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