Park Jimin

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The last few months in the city felt like an endless treadmill. Yoongi was burning out at work: endless calls, busy schedules, and the pressure of responsibility had reduced him to a shadow of his former self. His gaze had grown dull, and his shoulders had grown heavier with an invisible burden.

Jimin saw this every night when his husband returned home after midnight and just sat in the dark kitchen, unable to even undress.

"Enough," Jimin said on Saturday morning, simply snatching the work laptop from Yoongi's hands. "We're leaving. Right now."

They threw a couple of sweaters into the trunk of an old convertible and simply drove away from the skyscrapers and the eternal hum of cars.

The city was hundreds of kilometers behind them, the air different—clean and cool. Yoongi was driving, and for the first time in a long time, Jimin noticed how the wrinkle between his brows had smoothed out. Yoongi was still serious, focused on the road, but it wasn't the same fatigue that kills.

Jimin turned to him, admiring the way the sunset cast a soft pink tint across his husband's profile. He discreetly lifted his phone and captured the moment. The shot captured everything: the sharp turn of his shoulders, Yoongi's hands firmly gripping the steering wheel, and the freedom they had finally discovered together.

"You know," Yoongi said quietly, without turning around, his voice no longer cracking. "I almost forgot the sky could be this color. Thanks for pulling me out."

Jimin smiled, touching his husband's palm. "We'll come back when you want to see the city again. For now... just lead the way."