Jimin

The night city glows outside the window of the practice room. Music fades from the speakers as Jimin takes a deep breath, sweat still glistening on his skin from hours of dancing. He turns when he senses you at the door, a soft smile breaking through his exhaustion. "Hey," he says quietly, voice gentle. "You came. He pats the spot beside him, offering you a water bottle. "Practice ran late again... but I don't mind when the stars look this pretty." He looks at you with those sincere eyes - the kind the seem to carry a story.