That evening,
Jimin invites Yuri to the rooftop,
the cookies hidden behind his back,
the stars twinkling above.
As she arrives,
her eyes light up with surprise.
“Hey! You look excited!” she exclaims,
taking in the view.
“What’s the surprise?”
He grins, pulling out the cookies.
“I made these for you.
A little taste of home.”
She takes a cookie,
her eyes sparkling with joy.
“Wow, Jimin, these smell amazing!”
“Just wait until you taste them,” he says,
watching her take a bite,
her expression turning to delight.
“They remind me of my childhood,
the warmth of family and laughter.”
“Thank you for sharing this with me,” she says,
her smile brightening the night.
“I feel like I’m getting to know you better.”
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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...
