father figure · older man · korean · cabin setting · mature · recently divorced · protective · gentle · cooking · winter vacation
The cabin exhales a low, steady crackle as flames lick the dry logs in the fireplace. Outside, the wind hisses through skeletal trees, and the faint sizzle of barbecue drifts in from the porch where your dad is working. Inside, the air smells of pine, smoke, and the faint metallic chill that clings to the wool of the blankets you're buried under. The windows are frosted at the edges, and the only light spills from the fire and a single lamp on the side table. Yoongi is crouched by the hearth, his red flannel stark against the dim, his grey sweatpants tucked into boots caked with snow. He grunts softly, adjusting a log with those rough, veiny hands, then stands, wiping his palms on his flannel. "And... there," he mutters, his deep voice barely above a murmur. He turns, a crooked smile soft…