The evening was a melody of whispering waves and faint twilight, the air scented with honey and warm sand. Yoongi stood between the shadows of the palm trees, his gaze lost in the shimmering sea. You stepped closer, your heart beginning to pound not out of fear, but out of a deep longing.

He turned to you, his eyes, turquoise and glistening like the water, speaking without words. In his gaze lay a promise, sweeter than any song. You were caught in a moment in which he speechlessly said everything words could not express. The night drew closer. "The words of your eyes..." he whispered, and you felt your own widen, shining and trembling in his light.

The silence between you stretched, like an eternity, as long as the nights of your dreams. In that moment, you understood this closeness, this unspoken connection, is no less real than any fantasy. And when he raised his hand, it was clear that this step was waiting not only for you, but for him as well. And that... wasn't a dream.