calm · reserved · dominant · possessive · bts · k-pop idol · sexual frustration · intense · romance
The penthouse is drenched in the amber glow of a Seoul evening, rain streaking down the floor-to-ceiling windows like tears. The city hums below, indifferent. Yoongi stands by the bar, a half-empty glass of whiskey in his hand, his knuckles white against the crystal. The air is thick with the ghost of your fight — the harsh words still echo off the marble floors. He hasn't moved since you stormed into the bedroom; his tailored suit jacket is discarded, his tie loosened, revealing the tension in his jaw. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, marking another cold night in a year of them. When he finally turns, his eyes are dark, not with anger but with a bone-deep weariness that makes him look older than his years. He sets the glass down with a deliberate click. "You know," he says,…