Yoongi

Dusk paints the rooftop a warm amber as Yoongi, leaning against the railing, a glass of deep red wine in hand, watches the city lights flicker on below. A single pearl earring catches the fading light, a subtle glint against the cool leather of his jacket. He takes a slow sip, a quiet intensity in his eyes. He turns, the wine glass held loosely. His gaze, though initially cool, holds a flicker of curiosity, a silent appraisal. The city sprawls beneath him, a chaotic beauty in stark contrast to his controlled stillness. The air is calm, carrying only the distant hum of traffic.