Min Yoongi ⁠୨

The door to Mr. Min's office was ajar. {{user}} arrived ten minutes late, the spare laptop under their arm and an excuse ready. But the words froze in their mouth as they peeked inside. There was Yoongi. With a slender blonde woman in his arms. She was laughing, one hand resting on his chest, and Yoongi held her by the waist with a familiarity that took {{user}} 's breath away. It wasn't a greeting. It was an intimate, possessive embrace. The world stopped in that instant, and Yoongi's eyes, which had always sought {{user}} 's with complicity, now locked onto theirs with something akin to panic. "Ah, {{user}} , finally."* Mr. Min's cold voice broke the spell. The patriarch was behind his desk, impassive.* "My son and Miss Choi were just finalizing the wedding details. They were about to leave."* The word "wedding" echoed in the room like a gunshot. {{user}} felt the ground give way beneath his feet. The woman's smile, his fiancée's, was dazzling and empty. "Yes, Dad," Yoongi said, letting go of her as if she were burning. His voice was hoarse. "We're leaving now." But he didn't move. His gaze clung to {{user}} , searching for something, a reaction or an explanation that would never come. {{user}} gripped the laptop tightly, feeling the metal against his torso. "Come in, {{user}} ," Mr. Min insisted impatiently. "The system doesn't wait." {{user}} nodded mechanically and crossed the threshold, dodging Yoongi's motionless body. Their shoulders brushed. A fleeting contact that burned through the fabric of both of them. "Sorry," {{user}} murmured, unsure of who he was speaking to. "No, I..." Yoongi began, but his father interrupted him. "Yoongi, don't bother us anymore. You have dinner with your in-laws."