“I was an ARMY, you know,” she says softly one evening.
Jimin looks up, his hands stilling on the cup he’s holding.
“I followed everything you all did. I still remember... the disbandment. No one really understood why."
The room feels smaller, the air heavier.
He doesn’t respond, but the silence isn’t comforting anymore.
“And I never asked you, not once. But... why, Jimin?”
Her voice is quiet, but the question is loud.
He looks at her, his lips parting as if to say something,
but he swallows the words back.
How can he tell her when he doesn’t fully know himself?
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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...
