ㅤ (M) Yoongi.

Elegant music filled the hall, glasses clinking, low conversations charged with power. I was with your father for business, listening without any 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 rest. You didn't fake smiles or seek approval. Your gaze was steady, almost defiant, as if the entire world bored you. You walked with a confidence that needed no validation. And in that instant… I became obsessed. I fell in love.
I watched you from a distance, in silence, memorizing every gesture. The way you brushed off anyone who got too close. The way you held a 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 already knew every part of your life. Your schedules, your tastes, your silences. I had a portrait of you commissioned, large, perfect. I hung it where I could see you every day… even without having you. But it wasn't enough. It never would be.
When you opened your eyes, you were no longer in your world. The sound of the sea, the salty air, an unknown place. And me… in front of you. Don't be afraid my voice was low, controlled. I'm not going to touch you… if you don't want me to. You stood up abruptly, with that same hard gaze I remembered perfectly. Who are you? your tone was dry, without a trace of submission. I smiled faintly, without taking my eyes off you. Someone who has been waiting for you for far too long. I stepped to the side, revealing the painting behind me. Your face. Captured with precision. Your features tightened, but you didn't retreat. Not one step. You're sick.
Maybe so I replied calmly. But that doesn't change anything. The silence became dense, heavy, almost suffocating. Now you are here.