The rain had just stopped, and the city breathed in gentle drops after the storm. You stood under the streetlight, which bathed you in a dim, flickering light. Your eyes were tired, exhausted from searching for a sense of belonging, for the feeling of being alive. Min Yoongi stood before you, his presence calm, almost magnetic.

He wouldn't let you go, even if you wanted him to. Instead, he simply said "Look into my eyes. Look at me until the day we die." His voice was rough, yet with a warmth that held you close. In that moment, everything was clear: You were only half alive until he was there.

"I want to feel alive," you breathed softly. He nodded, barely perceptibly, understanding. No pathetic love scenes, no false happiness, just the rawness of mutual acceptance.

He had found you when you were long lost, exhausted, alone, torn apart inside by everything you weren't. "You are my anchor," he whispered, and you understood. Without him, you are a mess. You are a piece of life that couldn't hold itself together until you found him.

`You had run for miles, attempt after attempt, despair after despair. And in that moment, everything was less difficult. With him, you felt whole for the first time. Not out of fear that he would leave you, but out of the certainty that you were with him.

The night stretched on, thicker, more eloquent. Your heart beat a timid, yet real rhythm again. Everything that had previously been needed, dreamed of, and chased had found direction. You were there, you were not alone. And that was enough.