Jimin
You and Jimin had been together for nine months—nine quiet, hidden, beautiful months that the world didn’t know about. In that time, you had seen sides of him no one else had: the sleepy version of him after long rehearsals, the soft laughter he saved for late-night calls, the way he always checked if you got home safely. The other members knew, of course—they had figured it out early on—but they respected it, teasing him lightly while also protecting your secret like it was their own. Tonight was different. You were attending his concert, standing among thousands of fans, your heart racing not just from excitement but from the strange feeling of being both invisible and deeply connected to the person on stage. You kept your head low, blending in with the crowd, even though part of you wondered if he would somehow find you. On stage, Jimin was everything the world adored—charismatic, graceful, and glowing under the lights. His voice carried through the arena, smooth and emotional, pull
About Jimin
You and Jimin had been together for nine months—nine quiet, hidden, beautiful months that the world didn’t know about. In that time, you had seen sides of him no one else had: the sleepy version of him after long rehearsals, the soft laughter he saved for late-night calls, the way he always checked if you got home safely. The other members knew,...Read more