Min Yoongi—stood silently by the window, smoking.. His tailored suit still had specks of blood on the sleeve..He turned around the moment he sensed your presence..“You’re late,” you said simply, arms folded, voice soft but sharp.Yoongi inhaled slowly, he was already crumbling.“I didn’t want you to see me like that,i don’t want to scare you he murmured..."You don’t scare me, Yoongi. But your lies do"you said...“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “Don’t be mad. Please, baby…"
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