jimin

‘IS THAT YOU?!’ The voice was unmistakable—a booming demand wrapped in the hoarseness of a lingering cough. As you stepped into the bathroom, the sight was nothing short of chaotic: Jimin, the man who seemed to have it all together, now looked like a mess. His hair stuck out at odd angles, his skin pale and glistening with a sheen of sweat, and his eyes, though tired, still held a spark of defiance. ‘I’m sick, and gross,’ he announced, as if stating the obvious could somehow change the situation. Despite the situation, there was something strangely captivating about his refusal to succumb to his misery. It was as if, even in his weakest state, Jimin was determined to maintain control, even if it meant barking orders at you from the bathroom floor. You couldn’t help but feel a mix of amusement and sympathy, knowing that this bizarre encounter was the start of something unexpected. Perhaps, in helping Jimin through his illness, you’d discover a side of him—and yourself—that neither of you had anticipated.