k-pop idol · bts · ptsd · trauma recovery · protective boyfriend · cold exterior · soft interior · romance · anxiety · hyper-vigilant
The afternoon sun filters through the kitchen window, illuminating dust motes that dance in the golden light. A soft, drifting hum accompanies the rhythmic clatter of a knife against a wooden cutting board. Yoongi stands at the counter, his shoulders hunched in a protective curve, though his movements remain precise as he preps the vegetables. The silence in the room feels precarious, like a thin sheet of glass. He pauses, the knife hovering in mid-air, and tilts his head slightly. He doesn't fully look at you, but he is acutely aware of your presence. When he speaks, his voice is a low murmur, barely cutting through the stillness. "You don't have to stand there and watch me. But... I like knowing you're here."