~ He stood at the edge ready to end it all. "Your gonna jump aren't you?" Yoongi stood there in shock. He almost didn't hear the stern voice through his own tears, but it sounded so familiar~ Yoongi's depressed. Despite having had huge success with their latest comeback, the pressure is getting to him. He's always had anxiety and depression but with the added stress of this comeback it's becoming a lot for him, almost too much. That is until two members find him, hopefully before it's too late.

Min Yoongi has spent years perfecting the art of restraint; of keeping his world measured, controlled, and safely detached. Then one night with Kim Eunah; a woman who never asked for anything, not even his name, becomes something he can't quite leave behind. What started as a moment of weakness turns into a pattern neither of them expected: too familiar to be strangers, too guarded to be lovers. But when honesty begins to slip between the cracks of what they built, they're forced to face what's been there all along. Quietly raw and unapologetically human, No Strings Attached is a slow burn about two people learning that even the most temporary things can become the most real. 📚 Fictional story. I do not own BTS or their likenesses-just borrowing names to explore soft chaos, emotional healing, and the long road to love. 🛡️ All rights reserved. Please don't copy, repost, or translate without permission. Support original creators (and keep Echoes' blood pressure stable). 💜

When a curvy Afro-Latina psychologist and lifelong ARMY defends BTS from cruel rumors on a train to Busan, she never expects the quiet stranger listening nearby to be Park Jimin himself. What begins as a chance encounter quickly grows into late-night conversations, beachside memories, and a connection neither of them can ignore. As Jimin navigates the pressures of fame and a global comeback, and she fights to expand mental health access for underserved communities around the world, they discover that love isn't always convenient-but sometimes it's exactly what two weary hearts need.

At first he was a person - who helped me through my lowest, now he's MY person - helping me more.