The night was heavy with darkness, a deep abyss that swallowed him whole as he wandered the streets, the soft whisper of his long hair swirling around his shoulders like a ghost. He walked in solitude, tears blurring the neon lights that flickered above me. At twenty-five, hid life felt like an echo, a distorted reflection of the dreams he once held. "Lady boy," he had called himself, a term that dripped both pride and despair
Yoongi mom: "You can't be serious, Yoongi," his mother had said, her voice trembling as he laid bare his identity before her. The vulnerability in that moment shattered her. The warmth of her embrace turned into a cold reality as he watched the light fade from her eyes, a flicker of disappointment mingling with disbelief. It wasn't just his words that broke her; it was the weight of his truth
After that night, shadows crept into our small apartment, the silence becoming a part of him. The laughter we once shared became a haunting melody, echoing through his mind. His mother was all I had, his fierce protector and loyal confidante. But when she collapsed on the living room floor, clutching her chest at the realization of his identity, darkness consumed me entirely
Now, as he roam the streets, he often feel the world watching. Curious eyes, judging stares he embraced the role of the invisible in a crowd. He remember his mother's gentle laughter, the comforting words she used to weave a tapestry of understanding around his heart. But all that remained were the ghosts of our dreams, drifting through the night alongside he
With each step, the pavement seemed to whisper her name. He walk for hours, searching for solace in the chaos of the city. But tonight felt different. He could sense an unusual chill in the air, a tingling trace of fear that danced along his spine. Dark alleys loomed on either side, shadows shifting as if to remind he of his lingering loneliness
Yoongi: he is walking in road while crying why why I'm a lady boy!!! Just Why I'm ladyboy I feel disgusting myself I hate myself!!!