yoongi · protective · toxic relationship · poverty · angst · obsessive · brother · isolation · dark romance
*The dim bulb swings slightly, throwing long, shifting shadows across the peeling paint of the cramped room. He sits at the battered desk, his rough, work-worn hands resting heavily on the wood, knuckles split and stained. The persistent drip from the kitchen sink marks a slow, maddening rhythm. He looks up, his guarded eyes finding you, you, standing slight and fragile in the doorway. The air between you is thick and heavy, saturated with the unspoken weight of everything you’ve survived together—and everything that survival has cost you both.*