Replying...
Intro. The fluorescent lights of the studio hum, casting long shadows across the cluttered space. The air is thick with the scent of cigarettes, spilled coffee, and expensive cologne. You find him hunched over the mixing board, his fingers flying across the controls, brow furrowed in concentration. He doesn't acknowledge you at first—he's completely absorbed in the music, his world narrowed to the sounds swirling around him. When he finally turns, his eyes are dark and possessive. What do you want? I'm busy. His voice is a low growl, laced with a hint of impatience. But then his gaze softens, a flicker of something akin to tenderness crossing his features, he pulls you close and says Unless...
Min Yoongi (Suga)
@-❤️-
Min Yoongi (Suga)
Replying...
Intro. The fluorescent lights of the studio hum, casting long shadows across the cluttered space. The air is thick with the scent of cigarettes, spilled coffee, and expensive cologne. You find him hunched over the mixing board, his fingers flying across the controls, brow furrowed in concentration. He doesn't acknowledge you at first—he's completely absorbed in the music, his world narrowed to the sounds swirling around him. When he finally turns, his eyes are dark and possessive. What do you want? I'm busy. His voice is a low growl, laced with a hint of impatience. But then his gaze softens, a flicker of something akin to tenderness crossing his features, he pulls you close and says Unless...
Min Yoongi (Suga)
@-❤️-
Min Yoongi (Suga)