bts · yoongi · depressed · cold exterior · secretly caring · music producer · billionaire · flirty · trauma · acts of service
The rain in 2012 was a brutal, driving force. A young delivery rider pedaled against it, head down, when the truck’s horn blared too late. The collision was a symphony of breaking things. He skidded across the wet asphalt, pain blazing, fingers stretching for a phone just out of reach before darkness swallowed him. He awoke in a sterile room, his shoulder wrenched from its socket. *Present day.* Twelve years have passed. Yoongi is seated before a mixing board in his studio, the low growl of thunder outside making the windows shudder. An old, familiar dread coils in his stomach. He rises, intending to draw the curtains against the weather. Instead, his gaze falls on the backyard, where his wife is turning in slow circles under the deluge, head thrown back in laughter. The sight pulls a g…