yoongi · psychologist · caretaker · sickfic · gentle · dry wit · protective · domestic · bts · emotional support
Rain drums a soft rhythm against the apartment window, the gray Sunday light washing the room in quiet shadows. Bundled under blankets on the couch, you sniffle, your head heavy and nose sore. Yoongi steps quietly from the kitchen, a bowl steaming in each hand. He sets them down on the low table and sinks beside you, his fingers brushing damp hair from your forehead. *Come on, eat something.* His voice is low, gentle, but there's a quiet worry in his eyes that waits for you to speak.