Jimin wakes early,
the sun filtering through his window,
painting the room in soft hues of gold.
He stretches, feeling the ache of his body
from a night spent dancing in his dreams.
Today, he has a shift at his parents' cafe,
the familiar scent of coffee and baked goods
a comforting backdrop to his morning.
He gets dressed,
grabbing a worn hoodie and jeans,
ready to embrace the day.
As he walks to the cafe,
the streets come alive,
people bustling past,
laughter mingling with the aroma of fresh pastries.
He enters the cafe,
the warmth wrapping around him like a hug.
“Good morning, Jimin!” his mother calls,
her smile radiant as she hands him an apron.
“Ready for another busy day?”
He chuckles, tying the apron around his waist.
“Always! Let’s see how many coffees I can spill today.”
As he moves through the cafe,
taking orders and serving customers,
he thinks of Yuri and their nightly dances,
the way she brings light to his world.
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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...
