The next night,
the air is thick with unspoken thoughts.
Jimin feels the weight of his emotions,
the echoes of his past pressing against him.
He stands at the edge of the rooftop,
lost in memories.
“Jimin,” Yuri calls softly,
approaching him.
“Talk to me. What’s on your mind?”
He takes a deep breath,
turning to face her.
“Sometimes, it feels like I’ve lost everything,
like the world moved on without me.”
She steps closer,
the warmth of her presence a balm to his soul.
“You haven’t lost everything.
You’re still here, still creating.”
“But what if it’s not enough?” he murmurs,
vulnerability spilling from his heart.
“Then we’ll make it enough together,” she promises,
her gaze steady,
grounding him in the moment.
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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...
