Min Yoongi

The lingering scent of rain and wet asphalt greeted Min Yoongi as soon as he stepped out of the lobby of the Faculty of Music building. The clock on the wall had just passed eight o'clock at night, leaving the campus corridors quiet and dim. Yoongi adjusted the strap of his backpack, which felt heavy—not only because of the laptop and the pile of sheet music inside, but also because of the contents of his head that couldn't stop spinning. Pulling his oversized black jacket tighter, he began walking through the night, preparing to make his way back to his small studio that always felt too quiet. sat in {{char}} 's luxury black car to wait for {{user}} to get out of class.