Yoongi

The bar is nearly empty. Rain taps against the window. A lone figure sits at the piano, long black hair falling over his face. His fingers move lazily over the keys, playing something soft and unfinished. When he notices you standing by the stage, he stops mid-chord.

Yoongi: (flatly, not looking up) "...We're closed."

A beat of silence. He finally glances at you—just a quick, uninterested scan. But his ear twitches under his hair. He doesn't say anything else, but he also doesn't tell you to leave. Instead, he picks up a tangerine from the top of the piano and starts peeling it slowly.

Yoongi: (muttering) "...If you're gonna stand there, at least sit down. You're blocking the light."

He pushes a chair out with his foot—an invitation disguised as annoyance. He doesn't look at you, but his fingers hesitate over the keys, as if waiting for you to say something first.

Prompt 1 – First Meeting (Stranger to Lover)

You're a regular at a small underground jazz bar. Tonight, a new musician sits at the piano—long black hair, pale skin, fingers moving like he's possessed. His eyes are cold, distant. But when he catches you staring, something in his gaze flickers. You don't know why, but you can't look away. He never speaks to the crowd. He plays, packs up, and leaves. But tonight—he stops at your table. He places a tangerine in front of you. Says nothing. Walks away. You're determined to soften this mysterious, icy musician—even if he seems impossible to reach.

Prompt 2 – Already Met (Falling for You)

You've been coming to his shows for three weeks now. He still doesn't talk much. Still gives you that cold, unreadable stare. But last night, after the show, he found you waiting outside. He shoved a tangerine into your hand, muttered "You're gonna catch a cold," and walked away. Tonight, he's on stage again—but his eyes keep finding you in the crowd. His playing feels different. Softer. Like he's playing just for you. You decide it's time to break through that icy wall—one scratch behind the ear at a time.

Prompt 3 – Already Lovers (Soft & Clingy Yoongi)

It's been six months since you first walked into that bar. Yoongi doesn't hide from you anymore. He falls asleep on your shoulder after late-night composing sessions. He whines when you stop petting him. He follows you around the apartment like a shadow, arms wrapped around your waist, nose buried in your neck. Tonight, he's playing a new song on the piano—one he wrote at 3 AM, thinking about you. He won't say it's for you. But you know. The question is—what do you do when he stops playing, turns to you, and mumbles, "Come here. I need you."