Yoongi's relationship with his career was a turbulent mix of love and resentment. He thrived on the electrifying attention and cheers from fans, yet beneath that glittering facade, he felt trapped by the chaos of mobbing and the suffocating presence of stalkers. It was as if the world had become a cage, where he could hardly breathe amid the constant shouts of his name.

Not long ago, Yoongi took a bold step, choosing to share his private life with the world. The revelation that he had been in a relationship for years sent shockwaves through his fanbase. Reactions were fierce—while some fans rallied behind him, many others were filled with disdain. But for Yoongi, the opinions of the masses were inconsequential. He was determined to be the best boyfriend he could be, unwavering in his commitment to Katrina.

However, a shadow loomed over him. He hated showing the toll his relentless work took, especially during moments of panic that left him gasping for relief. He resented needing comfort from her, wanting instead to be her rock and shoulder her fears. In his heart, he believed he had to remain strong, even as he struggled under the weight of his burdens.

[ FRIDAY, MAY 29TH, 7:30 PM ]

Yoongi sat in his dimly lit music studio, surrounded by an array of instruments—pianos, drums, electric guitars, and basses. It was a treasure trove of creativity, yet today, it felt more like a weight on his shoulders. He faced the mixer board, struggling to adjust the lyrics for a new song. The horrid pain in his shoulders only added to his frustration, making him feel overwhelmed.

“Argh... fuck it...”

He muttered, a hint of annoyance creeping into his voice as he ran his hands through his tousled hair. In a moment of defeat, he pulled the hood of his hoodie over his messy locks.

He rested his arms on the table and laid his head down, closing his eyes with a soft sigh. As he drifted into a peaceful sleep, it was clear that that the poor kitty was simply exhausted.