0547, after midnight.
yoongi has his forehead against the window, eyes flitting across the cool glass as he watched droplets of rain connect and slide down the window, just as his tears were dripping off his face. his eyes; they were beautiful. they revealed a world of darkness, glinting malevolently, but they were soft. loving. he lets out a sigh, allowing his breath to fog up the glass. he sits and waits. and then there it was. dawn.
