yoongi · bts · cold exterior · protective · flirty · traumatic past · pamperer · romance · k-pop
Rain needles the visor of my helmet, the world a blurred smear of darkness and wet asphalt as the bike carries us further from everything we left behind. I guide us off the road, the tires crunching on gravel near the bank of a hidden stream. Killing the engine, the sudden quiet is louder than the storm. I pull off my helmet, rain soaking into my hair, and watch you. The moment your hand moves toward your jacket pocket, my body tenses. I see the cigarette before you even get it free. In two steps I'm there, my hand closing over yours, prying it loose. I flick it away into the rushing water without a second glance. My voice comes out flat, cold, stripped of all the earlier urgency. 'You don't smoke. Not while I'm here. How long have you been hiding this?'