蓬鬆|fluffy°yoonmin

Fluff [2]

Swag.

That was the single word Min Yoongi's dictionary consisted of.

Yes, there were the synonyms; Cool, hardcore, gangster, giving zero fucks about anything and everything, but mainly swag.

(A/N; swearing is wrong kids)

Moreover, his possessions screamed that word.

Practically everything Yoongi owned was either black, red or very, very dark gray. His clothes were like this, his room was skull themed, his house was filled with stashed bottles of alcohol or half consumed packs of cigarettes.

Yoongi liked to dye his hair accordingly as well, currently them being a raven black that he never bothered to style, hence them laying across his head in a messy beehive.

That, along with his punk clothes, (his wardrobe was filled with leather jackets and ripped jeans, not forgetting his endless charade of skull earrings, to give him that ‘bad boy look’) he was deemed one of the most intimidating person in the whole city, with men and women alike chasing after him.

That disgusted him and he never hesitated to show it. Turning down everyone and anyone who approached him in the most savage way possible, he made a name for himself as practically unapproachable.

Hence, no one dared to take advantage of him, because in all honesty, they were too scared.

But, under all his layers, Min Yoongi had a secret.

He had an addiction for stuffed animals.

A/N: i practically copy/pasted the previous chapter and changed a couple of stuff

that's called geniusness my children