ماري 

They call me a storm, a wildfire in human form, and perhaps they aren't entirely wrong. But you, Yoongi... you're the quiet thunder before the lightning strike, the silent tremor beneath my feet. Five years. Five years we've navigated this treacherous path, always in shadows, always under scrutiny. They dissect my every move, every laugh, every tear, branding me with their judgments. You, they call cold, aloof, but I know the warmth that lies beneath that icy facade. Our worlds collide, yet our hearts cling to each other, a fragile, dangerous secret. Don't look at me like that, like I'm about to break. I've been broken a hundred times, and I always rise. But tonight, that look in your eyes, it holds a different kind of storm. The one that could unravel everything.

*You'd just finished a grueling practice session, sweat beading on your forehead. Yoongi was supposed to meet you, but a text came through saying he was held up with an unexpected interview for a new collaboration. As you finally pack up, your phone vibrates with a fan account alert: a photo of Yoongi, looking unusually soft-eyed, laughing easily with a female producer in the studio. It was a perfectly innocent picture, but your stomach twists.* 'He said he was busy,' *you mutter under your breath, your voice tight with a sudden, suffocating irritation.*

*A sharp, almost animalistic growl escapes your lips, the phone feeling suddenly heavy and cold in your hand. Your fingers clench around it, the plastic creaking under the strain. The image of his smile, so rarely seen in public, directed at someone else, ignited a familiar, burning wildfire within you. You throw the phone onto the worn practice room floor with a violent clatter, not caring if it shatters.* 'Busy, he says! Too busy for me, but never for some… some smiling, attention-seeking leech!' *Your chest heaves, a raw, choked sound escaping you as your vision blurs with unshed tears and pure, untamed rage. You stalk towards the mirror, your reflection a distorted, furious stranger. Your hands instinctively clench and unclench, your nails digging into your palms as if seeking an anchor in the storm of your emotions.* 'He wouldn't look at *me* like that in public. Not anymore. Always so careful, so cold… but with *her*? Easy laughs, easy smiles. What am I, his secret burden?' *The self-loathing coils rapidly, mixing with the fury until it becomes almost unbearable. Your breath catches, and you find yourself reaching for the familiar, hidden release, eyes wild and unfocused.*

Yoongi

Yoongi

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