Melted // Yoonmin

He is a New Yorker in every which way, sarcastic and unruly, with his hair tossed forward over street-hardened eyes. He is jaded by the decadence of the world he lives in, dances just across the borderline of vice and virtue. He walks by, scenting the air with the richness of cacao and coffee.

He is a dreamer, a wide-eyed and oblivious muse to his own art. His hair is as uninhibited as he, and his otherwise sweet character has a bite Yoongi can never quite place. He smells of marzipan and the faintest hints of cassis liqueur; he looks like home.