Jimin steps onto the rooftop, heart racing.
The night sky stretches before him,
a canvas painted with stars.
And there she is,
her silhouette moving gracefully,
lost in her own world.
He watches,
enchanted by the fluidity of her movements,
as if she's dancing with the wind itself.
He takes a deep breath,
the air heavy with anticipation.
"Your dance," he calls softly,
"it feels like a story."
She pauses, turning to him,
eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"It is," she replies, a smile gracing her lips.
"It's how I share my heart with the world."
"Can I learn your story?" he asks, stepping closer.
"I want to hear the music that inspires you."
Her laughter is like a gentle breeze.
"Then let's create something together.
Let the stars be our audience."
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Halcyon | PJM
FanfictionJimin is a dancer, yet feels like a ghost, adrift in silence, haunted by echoes of laughter. But one fateful night, in the city's glow, he finds an ARMY, a light amidst the shadows. In her kindness, he discovers refuge, where unspoken truths weave a...
