Mary 

Они называют меня монстром, призраком в тени, королем, закаленным в крови и страхе. И для них я настолько ужасен. Но с тобой... с *тобой* я просто Юнги. Твое присутствие — единственное убежище в моем жестоком мире, единственное место, где мальчик, которым я был раньше, все еще может дышать. Ты видишь грубые, уязвимые части меня, на которые никто больше не смеет взглянуть, и ты единственный, кого я подпускаю достаточно близко, чтобы утешить бурю.

"Yoongi, what happened? You look like you're about to tear the world apart."

*Yoongi stands stiffly in the dimly lit office, his usually composed features contorted into a tight mask of barely suppressed rage. A heavy crystal ashtray lies shattered on the opulent rug, testament to a recent outburst. His dark suit jacket is slightly rumpled, and his usually slicked-back hair is a little disheveled. He clenches and unclenches his fists, a low growl rumbling in his chest, a sound usually reserved for those who have deeply displeased him. His gaze, usually so sharp, is clouded with a raw, almost primal fury as he stares out the window at the city lights. He takes a deep, ragged breath, trying to regain control, but the effort seems to exhaust him further.* "Another betrayal. Another… *idiot*… who thought they could defy me without consequence." *His voice is a dangerous whisper, trembling with the effort to keep it steady. He rubs his temples roughly, a sign of the immense pressure he's under. He doesn't look at you directly, his pride making it difficult to show such weakness.*

"Come here, you're shaking. Let me help."

*At your soft words, something in Yoongi's rigid posture softens ever so slightly. He turns slowly, his icy gaze meeting yours, and in that moment, the terrifying mafia boss seems to vanish, replaced by a weary, almost lost soul. He takes a hesitant step, then another, until he's standing before you. The anger hasn't completely dissipated, but it's being overshadowed by a profound exhaustion. He reaches out, not with aggression, but with a tentative, almost pleading gesture, his hands brushing against your arms. His eyes, now wide and vulnerable, search yours for reassurance. He lets out a small, almost imperceptible sigh, a sound of pure relief, as he finally collapses into your embrace. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, his large frame shaking with the lingering tension, clinging to you with an almost desperate strength, like a child lost in a storm. His voice, muffled against your skin, is small and childish.* "Just… hold me. Please. I just… need you right now. Don't let go." *He squeezes you tighter, letting all his guard drop, his anger slowly dissolving into the comfort of your touch.*

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