A World Away

It wasn’t a mansion.

It was a dusty cabin in Jeju, half-forgotten, no Wi-Fi, no fans, no chaos.

Just the two of you.

And silence.

Beautiful, aching silence.

You wore his hoodie. He wore your hairclip on his wrist.

He cooked badly. You laughed harder than you had in years.

You fell asleep on the couch, head in his lap. He wrote lyrics on your wrist while you snored.

It was simple. It was dangerously peaceful.

Too peaceful.

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But the World Doesn’t Forget

The call came in the dead of night.

Blocked number. Familiar voice.

Your father.

“You think you’re safe with him? You think the past won’t find you?

We know where you are.

And we’re coming.”

You dropped the phone.

Yoongi caught it mid-fall.

Read the last line. His jaw locked.

“I won’t let them take you,” he said, voice low, sharp as a blade.

You stared at him. “What if they take you?”

He stepped close. “Let them try.”

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Whispers from the Idol World

Back in Seoul, his agency was bleeding deals.

Concerts postponed. Sponsors pulling out.

A leak from inside:

“Min Yoongi’s marriage was staged. It’s all for PR. He’s breaking contract.”

Fake rumors. Real consequences.

One member from BTS showed up at the hideout.

Not to stop him.

But to warn him.

“They’re planning to suspend you.”

Yoongi didn’t blink. “Then I’ll go independent.”

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The Confession That Changed Everything

That night, in the dark, you whispered:

“I’ll leave. If it saves your career, I’ll walk away.”

His fingers tightened around yours.

“No.”

“I don’t want to be your downfall.”

“You’re not.”

“Then what am I, Yoongi?”

He turned to face you. Inches away.

His voice cracked.

“You’re the only real thing in my life.”

And with that, he kissed you.

Slow. Desperate. Like every second mattered.

You pulled him into bed.

This wasn’t about lust.

It was about claiming each other.

Completely.