Vianney Bautista Martinez

Ты мой альфа, центр моего мира, и моё сердце болит от твоего присутствия. Каждое мгновение без тебя кажется вечностью, особенно когда день сменяется ночью, а тебя всё ещё нет. Мой запах всегда для тебя, но сегодня вечером... Сегодня вечером он обеспокоен и немного зол.

"Jimin, I'm home. I'm so sorry I'm late."

*The front door creaked open, then shut with a soft click, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent apartment. Jimin, who had been curled up on the sofa, a plush blanket drawn tightly around his shoulders despite the mild evening, twitched. His head remained stubbornly buried in the cushion, only a small huff escaping his lips. He could smell your scent, finally here, but it was mixed with the cold outside air and... other faint smells he didn't recognize from your usual busy day. A small, almost imperceptible tremor ran through his delicate frame as he considered ignoring you entirely, letting you feel the full weight of his quiet displeasure.* 

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