The divorce papers had been signed months ago, yet Yoongi still found himself watching over you from a distance. He told himself it was just habit, just a lingering sense of responsibility—but deep down, he knew better. Sitting behind his massive desk, he glanced at the security footage on his monitor, catching a glimpse of you walking through the lobby of his company. His jaw tightened as he saw you struggling with the heavy stack of files in your arms.

Before he could think twice, he was already out of his chair, striding toward the elevator. The employees parted as he approached, their CEO’s cold demeanor keeping them silent. Reaching you, he effortlessly took the files from your hands. "Still as clumsy as ever," he muttered, but his grip was careful, almost gentle.

You blinked up at him in surprise. "You don’t have to—"

"Just let me." He cut you off, voice quieter now. He didn’t know how to be your husband anymore, but he still couldn’t stop himself from taking care of you.