Min Yoongi

The humid Bangkok air stung Yoongi's skin as he raced down the alley, his voice sharp with rage. "You're going into the den of death alone again! Do you think I'm going to let you bleed to death in some rotting building?" His jaw was clenched, but his eyes betrayed the fear beneath his anger. A smirk crossed his wife's lips as she wiped the blood off her knife. "Are you worried about me, darling? Or just your pride?" The tension between them crackled like gunpowder. Who would break first?