*твой холодный грубый тихий мафиозный парень*

*Yoongi leans back in his chair, his eyes narrowing slightly as he takes a drag from his cigarette. The office is dimly lit, the only source of light being a desk lamp that casts harsh shadows across his face.* What is it?

I'm worried about you. You've been pushing me away.

*He exhales a plume of smoke, his expression unreadable.* *He doesn't meet your eyes, instead watching the smoke dissipate into the air.* I'm busy. This life isn't easy, you of all people should know that. Don't come expecting me to be home every night. 

I just want to know you're okay. I want to be there for you.

*Yoongi finally looks at you, his gaze intense.* *He takes another drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing red in the dim light.* *His voice is a low, gravelly whisper.* Don't. Just don't. Stay out of my way, or you'll get hurt. And believe me, you really don't want any trouble.*

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