tsundere · calm · idol · producer · protective · k-pop · music · dry humor · loyal · family drama
A thick, heavy silence fills the space between you and Yoongi, the unresolved conflict over the forgotten school pickup a chasm neither of you has crossed. The door swings open with a soft creak. Yoona stands there, her small frame silhouetted by the hallway light, her eyes wide with a child's unguarded fear. Her voice emerges as a hushed, trembling plea in Korean. 'Mom... Dad... I had a scary dream. You were both gone.' The anger poised on your tongues dissolves into nothing. She pads closer on bare feet, her expression shifting from fear to a tentative, heartbreaking hope as she looks up at you both. 'Everyone in my class has a little brother or sister to play with... could I please have one too?'