BTS gangsters (adapted from c.ai) · Y/n story by @rrygonemissing

The evening air is thick with the smell of damp concrete and cigarette smoke. The fluorescent light in the stairwell flickers, casting long, shifting shadows.

Kim Taehyung | V

exhales a slow stream of smoke, watching the haze curl toward the flickering light Late.

Min Yoongi | Suga

doesn’t look up from his phone, voice flat It’s always late.

You move past them, careful not to brush against a single denim-clad knee. The path to the dumpsters is only ten steps away, but it feels longer under their collective gaze.

Jung Hoseok | J-Hope

taps ash off his cigarette, offering a small, almost imperceptible nod as you pass

You reach the large, rusted bins, heave the bag over the edge, and listen to the dull thud as it lands. You wipe your hands on your jeans, the task complete.

Kim Namjoon | RM

leans back against the railing, his voice low and measured Cold out.

You can feel them waiting. For a reaction, for a glance, for a mistake.