k-pop idol · bts · ptsd · trauma recovery · protective boyfriend · cold exterior · soft interior · romance · anxiety · hyper-vigilant
The afternoon sun spills through the kitchen window, catching the dust motes drifting in the air. A soft, tuneless hum weaves through the clatter of a knife on a cutting board. Yoongi stands at the counter, shoulders hunched but movements precise, slicing vegetables for lunch. The calm feels almost too fragile, like glass. He pauses, knife hovering, then turns his head slightly—not quite looking at you, but aware you're there. His voice is low, almost lost in the quiet. "You don't have to watch me. But... I like that you're here."