~Park Jimin~ "A 22-year-old boy residing in a modest village nestled in Busan, shares his home with his devoted mother, their lives coloured by the stark realities of poverty."
~Min Yoongi~ "In the heart of South Korea, Min Yoongi was not a typical...
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Jimin sat alone on the grass in the university garden, his knees pulled to his chest as the afternoon breeze brushed through his hair. The world around him was lively-students laughing, friends chatting, birds chirping in the trees-but he felt completely disconnected from it all.
His mind was somewhere else. With someone else.
His Boyfriend.
His heart ached painfully at the thought of him. It had only been a day since Yoongi left, but the distance felt unbearable. The absence of his presence, his warmth, his teasing voice-it all made Jimin feel so empty.
Just as he was lost in his thoughts, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He blinked, pulling it out, and his breath hitched when he saw the name flashing on the screen.
Yoongi.
His eyes immediately welled up with tears as he quickly answered the call.
"Jimin-ah," came Yoongi's deep, loving voice from the other end, making Jimin's heart clench.
But the moment he opened his mouth to respond, a quiet sob escaped instead.
Yoongi's voice instantly turned worried. "Baby? What's wrong? Why are you crying?"
Jimin sniffled, trying to hold back more tears. "Hyung..." His voice trembled. "I miss you so much."
A deep sigh came from Yoongi's end, laced with longing. "I miss you too, baby."
Jimin bit his lip, wiping his tears quickly before continuing. "Last night... I couldn't sleep. The cottage felt so empty without you. I kept waiting for you to come in, to tease me, to pull me into your arms like always. But you weren't there." He took a shaky breath. "I just laid there, staring at the ceiling, missing you. It hurt so much, hyung."
There was a short silence before Yoongi spoke, his voice softer now. "Jimin-ah..."
"I woke up alone," Jimin whispered. "The bed was cold. I missed your warmth. I missed waking up next to you." His fingers clutched his phone tightly. "Everything just feels wrong without you here."
Yoongi sighed deeply, and Jimin could hear the frustration in his breath-frustration at not being there to hold him, to comfort him. "Baby, I know. I feel the same." His voice was gentle, but firm. "I woke up this morning reaching for you, only to find an empty bed. It didn't feel right. Nothing feels right without you."
Jimin sniffled again, the warmth in Yoongi's voice making his chest tighten even more.
"I wish I was there," Yoongi murmured. "I wish I could hold you right now, kiss your tears away."
Jimin swallowed hard. "Me too, hyung."
"You have no idea how much I miss you already," Yoongi continued. "I keep thinking about you, about your smile, your voice, the way you feel in my arms." His voice dropped an octave, softer now, almost like a lullaby. "I love you, Jimin-ah."
