“ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ, ᴡʜʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ 'ʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ? ᴡʜʏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ’ᴍ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ?”

You thought the goldfish in the water cooler was just a trick of exhaustion — a symptom of too much screen time and too little sleep. But then came the aspirin that never ran out, the cigarettes you never told anyone you smoked, and the note:

“You don’t see it yet. But you’re mine.” Yoongi is quiet. Gentle. Always there when your hands shake or your knees give out. But the more you try to pull away, the more you realize he's not following you — he's already ahead of you.

You’re not falling in love. You’re being watched. Kept. And the water’s getting deeper.