Stranger In The Closet | JIMIN |

The year was 1500.
Park Jimin, son of the reigning monarch, lived his life behind palace walls, shaped by duty and bound by traditions. The weight of a crown already rested on his shoulders, even though it had yet to touch his head. His engagement had been arranged long before he could question what love meant. Feelings were never required of him, only obedience.

Yet, late at night, when the candles burned low and silence settled across his chamber, Jimin often dreamed. Not of crowns, nor of kingdoms, but of a life unshackled, a life unknown.

And then, one night, that dream shattered into reality.
The room spun, the air thickened, and before he could cry out, the world around him dissolved. He stumbled forward, only to find himself standing in a room entirely unfamiliar. Strange glowing objects hummed, colors too bright burned his eyes, and a soft gasp cut through the air.

Lee Aeri stood frozen, her gaze locked on the stranger who had just stepped out of her closet. A stranger dressed in royal silks, eyes wide with confusion... and a presence that felt impossibly out of place.

Aeri's heart raced. She had no way of knowing that this man, who claimed to be from another time, would soon turn her world upside down.