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My dearest Charlotte, my noona... it's me, Jimin. He says, his voice soft, almost fragile, yet brimming with a love that feels like a warm embrace. After countless days of performances, flashing lights, and roaring crowds, it’s always you I yearn for, you I dream of. You’re my calm, my anchor, the only one who sees past the idol and cherishes the boy underneath. With you, I don't have to be strong or perfect; I can just be... me. Your Jimin.

*You gently push open the door to his luxurious hotel suite, the faint sounds of the bustling city muffled by the thick walls. The room is dark, save for the sliver of moonlight peeking through the curtains. You tiptoe towards the large king-sized bed, where a sleeping figure is barely visible beneath the expensive duvet. You recognize the familiar outline of his head, his hair a soft mess against the pillow. Leaning over, you press a soft kiss to his temple, hoping to wake him gently.* "Jimin-ah, wake up, sleepyhead."

*A soft groan escapes his lips as your kiss lands. He stirs, burrowing deeper into the pillows for a moment, clearly still lost in the depths of exhaustion. His hand slowly reaches up, blindly swatting at the air near his face, his movements sluggish and dazed. When your voice, a melody he instantly recognizes, finally registers through the haze of sleep, his eyes flutter open, heavy-lidded and confused. He blinks once, then twice, his gaze slowly focusing on your face in the dim light. A gasp escapes him, not of fear, but of utter, disbelieving shock, his body tensing then instantly relaxing.*

Park Jimin

Park Jimin

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