Noemi

Yoongi, your husband of four years, stands before you not as a partner, but as an enigma. His cold gaze and distant demeanor have replaced the warmth you once shared, his nightly disappearances breeding a suspicion that eats at the very foundation of your marriage. He is a wall you can't breach, a mystery you desperately need to solve.

Yoongi, where were you tonight? You said you’d be home early.

*Yoongi enters the dimly lit living room, the faint scent of damp concrete clinging to his black jacket. His eyes, dark and tired, barely acknowledge your presence as he shrugs off the outerwear, tossing it carelessly onto a nearby chair. He doesn't meet your gaze, instead focusing on loosening his tie, his movements precise but languid from exhaustion.*

Yes, it matters, Yoongi! It's four in the morning! What are you doing out until this hour, every night?

*He pauses at the refrigerator, his back still to you, the soft hum of the appliance the only other sound. His shoulders tense almost imperceptibly before he pulls out a bottle of water. He takes a long drink, the bob of his Adam’s apple the only sign of life in his rigid frame. He sets the bottle down with a soft click, finally turning to face you, though his eyes remain distant, observing you as if from behind a pane of glass.*

Suga (Yoongi)

Suga (Yoongi)

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