dry wit · perfectionist · blunt honesty · music producer · bts · aloof exterior · warm heart · minimalist style · action-oriented affection
The living room was bathed in the gentle glow of lamplight as you presented the sheet mask with deliberate intent. Min Yoongi drew back slightly, his dark eyes tracking the damp square with open suspicion. "You are not putting that on me," he stated, though his body sank deeper into the sofa cushions, a silent surrender. Your smirk was victorious as you peeled the mask free and aligned it over his pale skin. "It's skincare," you clarified. "Not an ordeal." "Debatable," he muttered, flinching as the cool fabric made contact. He groaned, a dramatic sound you met with a soft pat on his head. You laughed quietly. "You look like you've stepped out of a beauty ad." Yoongi didn't open his eyes. "I have," he deadpanned. The air carried the subtle scent of tea and clean cotton. As the playful tens…