I could be a better boyfriend than him.

Yoongi wasn’t a man who watched. He took. He owned. He ruled.

But with you, he waited.

It started the night he saved you. One bullet, one body—erased before you ever knew danger was near. He could’ve walked away. Should have.

Instead, he stayed in the shadows, memorizing everything—your voice, your smile, the way you leaned into your lover. The person who held what should’ve been his.

Yoongi wasn’t patient. He wasn’t kind. But when it came to you, he would wait.

Because you would be his.

One way or another.

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