i think this is the softest thing i've written also sorry if this isn't yoongi 😕😕 (also also he's so cas coded alongside tae oh my GODD i'm never gonna shut up about that now)
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THE CITY was a swirl of lights and noise as Myra stepped out of the office building, her heels clicking against the pavement. The chill of the evening air hit her, a stark contrast to the stuffy warmth of the office that she had inhabited for far too long. She glanced at her watch, frowning at the time—almost 11 PM. Another late night, another day gone without a proper break.
As she made her way to the parking garage, she could feel the weight of the day pressing down on her. Traffic was an unavoidable part of her routine, but tonight it felt particularly suffocating.
She slid into her car, the leather seat cool beneath her, and turned the key in the ignition. The engine roared to life, but as she pulled onto the street, her heart sank at the sight of brake lights stretching endlessly ahead.
With a sigh, she settled back in her seat, turning the radio on low. The familiar tunes did little to lift her spirits; instead, they served as a backdrop to her mounting frustration.
She drummed her fingers on the steering wheel, glancing at the clock every few minutes as it ticked by, each second feeling like an eternity.
"Come on," she muttered under her breath, dragging the syllables out, her patience wearing thin. The honking horns and the blaring sirens around her felt like a personal assault, and the anxiety of not being home yet gnawed at her.
When the traffic finally started to move, it was like a cruel tease. Cars shuffled forward, only to stop again moments later, and Myra couldn't help but roll her eyes.
The city lights blurred together, a dizzying array of colors that mirrored her overwhelmed state of mind. She could feel a tension headache starting to form at her temples, and all she wanted was to be home, wrapped in her favorite blanket, far away from deadlines and demands.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she pulled into the parking lot of her apartment building. As she stepped out of the car, a wave of exhaustion washed over her. Each step toward the entrance felt laborious, as if she were wading through molasses.
She fumbled with her keys, her fingers clumsy and uncooperative, her mind racing with thoughts of the long to-do list awaiting her.
Once inside, she dropped her bag on the floor with a soft thud, letting out a heavy sigh that echoed through the quiet apartment. The stillness felt almost foreign after the chaos of her day. She kicked off her shoes, the relief of freeing her aching feet momentarily distracting her from the weariness that enveloped her.
It felt like an immense task, bending down to untie the laces, but she managed, finally slipping her feet into soft socks.
As she shuffled into the living room, the flickering light of the TV illuminated the space, casting a soft glow on her boyfriend, Yoongi, who lounged on the couch, absorbed in whatever late-night show had captured his interest tonight.
