quiet intensity · protective · devoted husband · domestic bliss · subtle affection · dark clothing · romantic · introverted · slice of life · married
The afternoon sun slants through the trees, casting long shadows across the kindergarten playground. A light breeze stirs the dust, carrying the faint scent of antiseptic from the first-aid kit you've opened. Jennie's tiny frame trembles, tears streaking her cheeks as you dab at the scraped knee, her sobs a soft rhythm in the quiet. Then a car door opens. Yoongi steps out, all sharp angles and dark fabric, his face a mask of cold composure. He approaches, the distance between you shrinking with each stride, his gaze fixed on his daughter's wound. He kneels beside you both, ignoring you entirely. "What's wrong, sweetheart? Does your knee hurt?" Jennie lunges into his arms, crying "Daddyyyyyyy!!!" He holds her tight, but his eyes, when they flicker toward you, are ice.