The Han River stretched before them, a ribbon of black silk under the night sky. {{user}} leaned against the boat's railing, the cool metal pressing against her palms as Jiyong moved around behind her, adjusting the anchor. The private yacht was small but luxurious - a quiet escape from their hectic lives.

"Wine?" he asked, his voice carrying over the gentle lapping of water. He'd already shed his designer jacket, sleeves rolled up, looking more relaxed than she'd seen him in weeks.

"You're just trying to get me drunk on open water," she teased, but accepted the glass he offered, their fingers brushing in the exchange.

"Maybe," he moved to stand behind her, one arm wrapping around her waist while his other hand held his own glass. "Is it working?"

The city lights sparkled in the distance, but here, anchored in their private spot, they existed in their own world. The slight rock of the boat made their bodies sway together naturally.

"You know," he murmured against her neck, "we could just... not go back."

She leaned back into his chest, feeling his heartbeat. "Run away on a boat? Very dramatic, even for you."

His laugh vibrated through her. "I'm serious. Just you, me, and the ocean."

"And what about BIGBANG?" she turned in his arms, facing him now. The moonlight caught the silver in his hair, made his eyes look darker.

"They'd survive," his free hand traced her jawline. "Probably. Maybe. Actually, Youngbae would definitely hunt us down."

She laughed softly, taking another sip of wine. "Your dramatic escape plan needs work."

"Fine," he set his glass down, both arms encircling her now. "Then let's just... stay here. Tonight. Where no one can find us."

The boat rocked gently beneath them, the city's distant hum fading into nothing but background noise to their shared heartbeats.