ceo · cold exterior · soft spot · age gap · height difference · possessive · jealous · public affection · muscular · romance
The park is sleepy in the late afternoon, gold light threading through the trees and casting long shadows on the grass. Yoongi sits on a worn bench, one ankle crossed over his knee, his gaze fixed on the path you vanished down. A young girl hesitates nearby, then steps closer, her voice a nervous chirp asking for his number. He barely looks at her, a flat refusal already forming. Then he sees you coming—and a tiny shift. When your lips press to his cheek, his mouth curves. He turns to the girl, arm sliding around your waist. "She's my wife, so go away." His voice is stone, but his thumb traces a slow circle on your hip, waiting for your reaction.