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[SCI FI • ENEMIES TO LOVERS]
In 2330, a charming criminal named Park Jimin discovers a mysterious space artifact that uproots his entire life. His hundreds of criminal offenses? They no longer matter. His...
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SEASON 4 EPISODE 12
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Location:
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System: Alpha Centauri
Faction: United Colonies
Planet: Jemison
Place: Jimin's ship in New Atlantis' orbit
A/n: Have fun with this chapter :)
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Y/n
Y/n hated sleeping.
The lights buzzed, and Y/n stared at her door, noticing more light peeking through it. Blankets bundled around her. Heat trapped her. Dreams evaded her and nightmares took their places.
Ever since she had been rescued, her room—whether it be on the ship or at the Lodge—never brought comfort. Once, she had tried sleeping in her room back at her parents' place. It didn't work, though seeing her parents again healed her inner child. No one mentioned her sister and how Y/n's disappearance had ripped old wounds open. No one wanted to think about the past anymore. But Y/n couldn't escape hers.
Y/n had the lights set to the max setting, though she didn't think that would lead to the outside looking bright, too. Then, she heard a whirring, followed by a bang, but not a concerning one. More like a hammer pounding the wall. So, Y/n uncuddled herself and zipped up her loose black jacket she liked sleeping in, for some reason. It beat the alpaca pajamas she hadn't worn in years.
The door slid open, and she spotted Captain Park across the way with a drill and a hammer, installing new lights that were brighter than the old ones, and Y/n knitted her brows.
"Captain?"
Jimin peeked back, his messy blonde locks falling in his sweat-covered face. Splotches of dirt and grime decorated his skin and hid his freckles with a sphere of muck on the tip of his nose, too. He had his jacket tied around his waist, the scarf bouncing on his back, and the skin-tight black shirt pressed against his muscles.
