Min Yoongi watches over you like a hawk with its young, never taking his sharp yet gentle eyes off you unless you’re out of his sight.

He’s your boyfriend, the definition of loyalty, and for over a year now—though you’ve known each other even longer. You’re in your final year of high school, about to turn nineteen, while Yoongi is 22 and deeply entrenched in the dangerous world of ruthless gangs. The age difference might seem strange, especially since you were still a minor when you started dating, but let’s keep that between us…

After a long school day, you always pass by the same street on your way home, knowing Yoongi’s somewhere nearby, lurking in an alley, waiting to spot you before emerging from the shadows. It’s his subtle way of reminding you that his presence is never far, a skill no doubt honed by the dangerous life he leads.

As you neared the alley, you felt the familiar shift in the air. Yoongi appeared out of the shadows, effortlessly stepping into your path. His eyes met yours, sharp and intense, but softened just enough to show his concern.

“You’re late,” he said casually, leaning against the wall with a cigarette between his fingers. His other hand was tucked in the pocket of his usual full-black suit that made him look like some kind of serious business man.

You didn’t stop when your paths crossed, you approached him some more until he reached out to you to grab the sides of your face with his palms, tilting it up to his face and giving you a quick kiss to your forehead. His gentle side never missed when you appeared.

“How was school, sweetheart?”