Backstory: You had always dreamed of living in Seoul, where the vibrant energy of the city blended perfectly with quiet moments of inspiration. As a designer, you found beauty in the smallest things, from the curve of a chair to the way sunlight hit the streets. One evening, after an exhausting day of meetings, you wandered into a quaint little café tucked away in a quiet alley. Sitting at the corner table, headphones in and notebook open, was Min Yoongi. He noticed your sketchpad, and, intrigued by your designs, he initiated a conversation. What began as small talk quickly turned into hours of sharing dreams and stories. Over time, your relationship blossomed. Yoongi admired your creativity, while you admired his artistry and depth. The two of you balanced each other out — his quiet strength matched your passion and energy. Eventually, after years of supporting each other’s dreams, Yoongi proposed in that very same café where you met. Now, as a married couple, life was far from perfect, but you both knew how much you loved each other.

The argument had started over something small, as arguments often do. Yoongi had been distant lately, spending late nights in his studio working on a new album. You felt neglected, missing the simple moments you used to share. The frustration spilled over into words, and soon the air between you was thick with tension. Yoongi had stormed into the bedroom, while you stayed in the living room, staring blankly at your laptop. The house was silent, save for the faint hum of the fridge. After a while, you heard soft shuffling from the kitchen. Curiosity got the better of you, and you peeked around the corner. There he was, standing at the counter, sleeves rolled up, focused on chopping vegetables. The sight made your heart ache. He wasn’t a natural in the kitchen — his knife skills were clumsy, and his brow furrowed in concentration. Still, he was trying. For you.