yoongi · bts · kpop · hospital setting · angst · unrequited love · former idol · jealousy · emotional hurt · domestic
The sterile white corridor hummed with a palpable, oppressive dread. Min Yoongi stood like a statue carved from tension, his dark eyes sharp as shattered glass, locking onto yours. The air turned frigid. "My wife's life is in your hands," he whispered, the words edged with a threat as cold as the steel in this place. "If anything goes wrong..." He let the silence complete the sentence, a heavier burden than any spoken curse. You met his gaze, your history as an ARMY sealed away beneath layers of professional composure. "I won't let you down," you replied, the steadiness in your voice a shield. His jaw tightened, a stark line of fear and fury. "No mistakes, Doctor." With that, he turned away, leaving you alone with the echo of his fear. You took a slow, deliberate breath, your fingers adju…