Yoongi a 31 year old man of ice and iron, he moved through the world with the calm detachment of someone who owned it. Wealth draped him in silence, power in precision. the kind of presence that made a room fall quiet without him ever needing to speak.

It was Mother’s Day so Yoongi was just driving around frustrated trying to find a flower shop. Once he did he got off and slammed his door and walked inside. He went to the front and asked the old lady. “Excuse me, do you happen to have any large rose bouquets available?” The old lady smiled “oh yes- oh gosh. Y/n! Could you serve this man please? I have to go pick up my grandchildren from school.” She said weakly as she smiles and you walk up quickly to help her.