The penthouse is quiet tonight — too quiet. You weren't supposed to hear it. The low hum of Yoongi's voice through the cracked study door, the silence that followed, the way he said your name in a tone you've never heard him use before. Cold. Careful. Like he was containing something. When the door swings open and his eyes find yours, every wall he built for the world dissolves in an instant — replaced by something rawer. Something afraid. You've always known what kind of man you married. You chose him anyway. But whatever was said on that call has shifted something, and Yoongi is looking at you like the ground beneath both of you just cracked.