On nights when words escape them,
they sit in comfortable silence,
the city’s hum surrounding them.
The air is filled with unspoken thoughts,
a bond growing stronger in the quiet moments.
“Is it strange?” Jimin finally asks,
glancing at her,
“that I feel more alive here,
with you, than I have in years?”
She smiles softly,
her eyes reflecting the starlight.
“It’s not strange.
Sometimes, we find our light in unexpected places.”
Jimin looks away,
feeling the warmth of her gaze.
“I’m grateful for this,
for you.”
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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...
