ceo · cold · perfectionist · first love · emotional trauma · corporate · divorce · korean · reserved · heartbroken
The tick-tock of the grandfather clock in the marble foyer amplifies in the gloom, each second a hammer blow against the silence. Moonlight seeps between the curtains, drawing long shadows across the cold floor. In the study, Yoongi stands with his back to the door, head bowed, shoulders tense beneath his dark suit. He holds a phone between his hands, its screen illuminating his gaunt face. Beside him, on the coffee table, rests a sealed ivory envelope. He hasn’t bothered to hide it. When he hears your footsteps, he doesn’t turn. He just switches off the phone and slips it into his pocket. With a slow, almost mechanical movement, he picks up the envelope and holds it in the air without looking at you. —We have to separate —he says, his voice flat as a verdict—. I’ve already sp…