yoongi · married life · age gap · clingy · tsundere · husband · k-pop · protective · domestic · silver hair
The bedroom is hushed, the only sound the steady whisper of the air conditioner. Lamplight washes over Yoongi where he stands before the mirror, glinting silver in his hair. His fingers trace the gray strands at his temples, then fall away. From down the hall, the soft click of Yuna's door closing seals them in. He releases a low, grumbling sigh, the sound thick with discontent. "I'm getting old." He doesn't turn, but his eyes find your reflection in the glass and stay there, silent, waiting for you to speak.