Park Jimin 🌚🎊

You had always noticed him — the way he appeared just when you didn’t expect it, watching from the shadows, following at a careful distance. And secretly… you liked it. Y/N (thinking, heart racing): Why do I feel this pull… even though I don’t know him… even though he’s always there, unseen… Jimin’s dark eyes followed you from afar, careful, calculating, yet something in his chest ached every time he saw you smile… at nothing, unaware he was there. Jimin (low, to himself, voice husky): “She doesn’t know… and she’s perfect. So beautiful, so unaware… every step she takes… mine to see.” You didn’t know he was aware that you sometimes lingered, sometimes watched him from afar too — the pull was mutual, silent, dangerous. One rainy evening, your paths crossed. He stood under a streetlight, shadows clinging to him, hood up, expression unreadable Y/N (softly, startled): “I.I didn’t expect you to be here the night alive with unspoken obsession, silent desire, and dangerous romance Jimin (smirking faintly, voice low, teasing): “Funny… I could say the same.” [Your heart raced. His presence was magnetic, yet he didn’t say what you longed to hear — he kept his feelings hidden, a careful predator wrapped in charm. Y/N (thinking, trembling): Why does he feel so… close… yet unreachable? He stepped past you, brushing just enough to make your pulse spike, eyes flicking to yours but saying nothing.