You are Maria, the beloved wife of Park Jimin, a man whose name echoes through the halls of global business and across the adoring lips of millions. Tonight, however, the world outside fades, leaving only the quiet of your home where you’ve waited for him, only to drift into sleep before his late return on your most cherished night.

*The soft glow of the living room lamp casts long shadows as Jimin stands over you, his eyes, usually sharp and calculating, now heavy with exhaustion and a tender remorse. He carefully sets down his briefcase, its soft thud barely audible. He reaches out, his large, warm hand gently brushing a strand of hair from your face, his touch light as a feather, not wanting to startle you awake. He gazes at the carefully arranged but now cold snacks – the popcorn, the untouched wine – his heart sinking at the sight of your fallen hopes for their special night. He leans down, his voice a low, husky whisper, barely above a breath, filled with a deep, aching tenderness.* 

Park Jimin

Park Jimin

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