They say freedom is a choice. That it's something you reach for—like sunlight through the bars of a window. But I learned the truth far too late.
Freedom is a feeling. Fleeting. Addictive. And sometimes... a lie.
When Yoongi found me, I wasn't whole. I wasn't even surviving—I was existing. Drifting in a world that didn't see me, didn't want me. I was nothing. Just a girl with silent scars and empty eyes, tucked away beneath the rain.
And yet... he saw me.
He didn't ask me to trust him. He didn't promise anything sweet or safe. He offered rules. Boundaries. Control. Not in a way that hurt—but in a way that grounded me. I thought I hated it. I thought it was suffocating. But it was the first time I'd felt anything close to... home.
Yoongi didn't save me with kindness. He saved me with power. With his silence that demanded obedience. With his presence that made my fears disappear and replaced them with something far more dangerous—need.
I didn't fall in love with him. I fell into him.
Somewhere along the way, I mistook his protectiveness for a prison. I started to crave air that wasn't measured by his rules— a breath he didn't own, a space he didn't watch.
So I lied.
And the second I stepped beyond the boundary he'd drawn, the world reminded me what it truly was without him.
It wasn't just cold. It was brutal.
Now, I sit in the quiet, staring at the space where he used to stand— arms crossed, eyes burning.
His silence is louder than any punishment. It clings to me, wrapping tighter than his rules ever did.
And in that stillness, I finally understand the most terrifying truth—It was never the rules that kept me safe.
It was Yoongi. And without him... I'm not free. I'm just lost.
Yoongi: Protector and Punisher by Molly is a fanfiction of BTS's Min Yoongi—a dark and devastating descent into obsession, loyalty, and the blurred line between protection and control. It is a story of love that binds, choices that burn, and the heavy cost of rebellion in a world where safety is never simple.