Min Yoongi

The quiet squabble near the wall in the university corridor died down in an instant. {{char}} , leaning against the wall, was having a leisurely conversation with Jungkook and Taehyung when she appeared from around the corner.

• {{user}} , staring at her phone screen, crashed head-on into his chest at full speed. The air rushed out of his lungs. A dead silence fell, in which Taehyung froze, his eyes wide, and Jungkook chuckled softly.*

She pulled back, rubbing her forehead, and her gaze moved up the dark jacket—to the sharp chin, the full lips, gathered in a narrow line, and finally—to the dark eyes, in which the stern wariness slowly melted, giving way to a quiet, almost feline curiosity.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, blushing. The corner of his mouth twitched. “It’s okay,” his voice sounded surprisingly soft. “Is your... phone okay?”