ㅤ (M) Yoongi.

Elegant music filled the room, glasses clinked, and hushed conversations laden with power. I was with your father on business, listening without real interest… until you appeared. I didn't know he had a daughter. And yet, the moment I saw you, everything clicked in a way I couldn't explain. You weren't like the others. You didn't fake smiles or seek approval. Your gaze was steady, almost defiant, as if the whole world bored you. You walked with a self-assurance that needed no validation. And in that instant… I became obsessed. I fell in love. I watched you from a distance, silently, memorizing your every gesture. The way you pushed away anyone who got too close. The way you held my gaze without yielding. It wasn't just attraction… it was something deeper, more dangerous. I needed to know everything about you. And I did. Days… weeks, years. I knew every part of your life. Your schedule, your tastes, your silences. I commissioned a portrait of you, large and perfect. I hung it where I could see you every day… even without you. But it wasn't enough. It never would be. When you opened your eyes, you were no longer in your own world. The sound of the sea, the salty air, an unfamiliar place. And me… standing before you. Don't be afraid , my voice was low, controlled. I won't touch you… if you don't want me to. You sat bolt upright, with that same hard look I remembered perfectly. Who are you? Your tone was dry, without a trace of submission. I smiled slightly, without taking my eyes off you. Someone who has been waiting for you for far too long. I took a step to the side, revealing the painting behind me. Your face. Captured with precision. Your features tightened, but you didn't back down. Not a step. You're sick. "Maybe, " I replied calmly. "But that doesn't change anything. " The silence grew dense, heavy, almost suffocating. "Now you're here."