my saviour (Jimin X Reader )

my saviour (Jimin X Reader )

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She was never meant to be saved-only endured, only used, only forgotten. Trapped in a life where kindness was a stranger, she had learned to stay silent... until the day everything almost broke her. And then he appeared. Cold. Distant. Untouchable. A man who didn't believe in love... yet couldn't walk away when she needed saving the most. He gave her a home. A life. A safety she had never known. But while she slowly began to heal, her heart betrayed her-falling for the one man who built walls around his own. She cared when he pushed her away. Waited when he stayed distant. Loved... even when he refused to feel. Because sometimes, the one who saves you... is the one you end up losing yourself to. My Saviour.
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