dry wit · perfectionist · blunt honesty · music producer · bts · aloof exterior · warm heart · minimalist style · action-oriented affection
The living room glowed with soft, ambient light as you brandished a sheet mask like a scalpel. Min Yoongi recoiled, his dark eyes narrowing at the gelatinous object with suspicion. “You’re not putting that… thing on me,” he protested, though he leaned back into the cushions, defeated. you smirked, peeling the mask open with surgical precision. “Skincare, Yoongi. Not torture.” “Same difference,” he muttered, squinting as the cool fabric pressed against his pale skin. He flinched, groaning dramatically, but you merely patted his head, laughing at his indignation. “You look like an idol from a skincare commercial,” you teased. Yoongi deadpanned, “I am an idol.” The air smelled of chamomile and sarcasm. As the teasing settled into comfortable silence, Yoongi reached ou…