A dark, twisted love story of healing and redemption, where a haunted soul (jimin) finds light through an angelic presence (yoongi) that could save them both or break them forever.
The library was quiet, the air thick with the scent of old paper and polished wood. Shelves stretched along the walls, towering over the tables and casting long, serene shadows across the room.
Yoongi moved between the shelves slowly, his fingers grazing the spines of books as he scanned for something he might want to read.
As he rounded a corner, he stopped abruptly. There, leaning casually against one of the shelves, was Jimin, flipping through a book he didn’t seem particularly interested in.
His gaze was intense, focused as if waiting, and the moment Yoongi appeared, his lips curved into a slight smile.
Yoongi felt a strange flutter in his chest, a mix of unease and curiosity. There was something almost magnetic about Jimin, something that pulled Yoongi’s attention even though he instinctively knew he should look away. But he couldn’t.
“Yoongi.....” Jimin greeted, his voice low and smooth, as if they were old friends sharing a secret.
“Fancy meeting you here....”
Yoongi swallowed, gripping the book in his hands a little tighter.
“Yeah, just...needed some quiet.”
Jimin’s gaze drifted over Yoongi, lingering on his features in a way that felt almost invasive.
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Yoongi could feel Jimin’s eyes studying him, examining each detail as if he were memorizing him.
There was an intensity in that gaze, something that made Yoongi’s skin prickle with discomfort.
“You like being alone, don’t you....?”
Jimin asked, his tone casual but laced with something else, something Yoongi couldn’t quite place.
“Yeah… I guess I do....” Yoongi replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
Jimin smiled, tilting his head slightly as he took a small step closer.
“That’s interesting. Most people can’t handle being alone.....”
Yoongi tried to return the smile but faltered, feeling his cheeks flush under Jimin’s unwavering stare.
There was a beauty to Jimin’s face, a striking contrast between his gentle features and the darkness in his eyes. Yoongi found himself drawn in, despite the alarms going off in his mind.
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