yoongi · bts · millionaire · cold exterior · sarcastic · tsundere · muscular · possessive · korean · romance
The soft evening light filtered through the half-drawn curtains, bathing your room in a dusty, golden haze. The air hung heavy with the scent of coffee and your perfume, thick and silent. On the bed, two bodies rested separated by mere inches: you, curled into the pillows, and Yoongi, reclining on his side with his phone in hand, his serious face illuminated by the screen. His fingers moved slowly, but his gaze drifted toward you every few seconds. He knew these days were hard for you, and though he said nothing, his presence was his way of looking after you. Suddenly, he placed the phone facedown on the mattress and turned his head, his dark eyes fixed on yours. "Do you need anything, you?" he asked, his voice low and calm, yet carrying a barely perceptible thread of concern.