You woke to the smell of coffee and the sound of low humming.

Yoongi stood in the kitchen, messy-haired, shirt slightly wrinkled, pouring two mugs.

For a moment, it almost looked domestic. Almost.

You padded in quietly, hugging your arms around yourself.

“I didn’t peg you as the humming type,” you teased.

He glanced at you. “You weren’t supposed to hear.”

You reached for the coffee. Your fingers brushed.

Neither of you moved.

A second too long.

A breath too short.

His eyes dropped to your lips before he blinked and stepped back. “Photoshoot in two hours. Wear something... convincing.”

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Acting Married Never Looked So Dangerous

The magazine had rented an entire villa for the shoot.

“You’ll pose like a newlywed couple,” the director chirped. “Playful. Intimate. Maybe a forehead kiss!”

Yoongi didn’t flinch. Just nodded. Professional. Cold. Untouchable.

But when your hands slipped into his under the camera’s direction, his grip tightened—like he needed the contact more than he let on.

You smiled for the camera.

So did he.

But you both knew this wasn’t acting anymore. Not really.

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Jealousy, in His Eyes

During a break, one of the stylists came over—young, handsome, confident.

“Your earrings are stunning,” he said, brushing a loose strand from your face. “Mind if I fix your dupatta?”

Before you could respond, a hand wrapped around your wrist. Firm. Possessive.

Yoongi.

“She doesn’t need help.”

The stylist blinked. “I was just—”

“I saw,” Yoongi said darkly.

You pulled your hand away. “Seriously? He was just being nice.”

Yoongi didn’t say another word. He just walked off, jaw clenched.

But that night, when you were back in the apartment…

He tossed your favorite dessert on the table without a word.

Didn’t look at you.

Didn’t need to.

Jealousy came with flavor, apparently.

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The Cracks in His Armor

Later that night, you found him in the music room. Alone. Hoodie on. Headphones off.

He didn’t notice you at first.

He was playing piano—soft, raw, like his heart was in the keys.

You leaned on the doorframe. “That’s beautiful.”

He stilled.

“I didn’t know you could play like that.”

His voice came low. “I don’t show that side to people.”

“Why not?”

“Because they always leave.”

You stepped in slowly. “I’m not going anywhere.”

His eyes met yours.

And for a second… he looked like he might believe you.