As the weeks turn into months,
Jimin finds solace in the heartbeat of the city,
the rhythm of life pulsing around him.
He and Yuri share late-night walks,
the streets alive with laughter and light.
One evening, as they stroll,
he looks at her,
the glow of streetlights illuminating her face.
"Do you ever feel like the city is a living thing?" he asks.
"Absolutely," she replies,
her eyes wide with excitement.
"It breathes, it dances,
and we're just part of its story."
Jimin smiles,
feeling a sense of belonging in her words.
"Then let's write our own story together,
filled with moments that matter."
"Together," she echoes,
her voice a soft melody that lingers in the night.
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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...
