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ghost of you (너의 유령) — park jimin (박지민)

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grief was an ocean. at times, it was a gentle tide, a quiet reminder of loss that lapped at the edges of your consciousness. other times, it was a violent storm, crashing over you in relentless waves, threatening to pull you under. it was the silent ache in the stillness of the night and the bittersweet echo of memories that lingered in the corners of your mind. grief was a shadow that followed you, an ever-present companion that altered the way you perceived the world. it was the heavy weight in your chest, the tears that caught you off guard, and the hollow silence where laughter once resided. it was the empty spaces left behind, the words unsaid, and the dreams unfulfilled.

yet, within the sorrow, there was also a strange, melancholic beauty. it was found in the way you clinged to the past, in the memories that brought both joy and pain. it was in the moonlit nights where you found solace, feeling the presence of the one you lost, as if he was watching over you from the stars. grief was the testament to the love you shared, a love so profound that it continued to echo even in their absence.

you found yourself gazing at the night sky, your eyes drawn to the luminescent glow of the moon. you had always found the moon beautiful, a celestial body that held a quiet, enduring grace. its soft, silvery light had a way of soothing the turmoil within you, casting a serene glow over the world below. in its ethereal beauty, you found his beauty reflected. the moon became a mirror of his gentle soul, a constant in the ever-changing sky, just as he had been a constant in your life.

you often found yourself conversing with the moon, speaking into the vast expanse of the night as if he were still there, listening to every word. he wasn't, and he hadn't been for a very long time. you had grown up together, shared your childhood together, and explored the world together. when it happened, you had received the call in the middle of class. you were young, but old enough to understand what was happening. the car he was in had gone off the road, ultimately sealing his fate. the whole thing was impossible for you to grasp then, and it hadn't gotten easier as the years passed.

“jimin,” you would whisper, your voice barely more than a breath against the cool night air, “i miss you.” it was a simple truth, but it carried the weight of all the unspoken words and unresolved emotions you harbored. the moon became your confidant, the silent witness to your grief.

you poured out your heart, sharing your day, your thoughts, your dreams, and your fears. “do you remember,” you would ask, “how we used to dream about the future? how we would grow up and travel the world together?” the memories would wash over you, both sweet and painful, as you recalled the plans you had made with him, plans that were now mere fragments of a shattered future.

there were nights when you found solace in these one-sided conversations, imagining that he was somewhere out there, watching over you, listening with that same gentle smile that had always brought you comfort. you spoke of your pain, your longing, and the emptiness that his absence had carved into your heart. “it hurts so much without you,” you would confess, tears glistening in your eyes, reflecting the moon’s soft light. and in those moments, it felt as though the moon understood your grief, its light wrapping around you like a comforting embrace. you imagined his presence in the moon’s glow, a quiet reassurance that he was still with you in some way, a guardian spirit watching over you from the heavens. “are you happy up there?” you would ask, seeking solace in the thought that he had found peace, even as you struggled to find your own.

as you gazed at the moon, you would trace the memories of his face in its contours, his laughter in the twinkling of the stars, and his warmth in the night breeze that whispered through the trees. each night became a pilgrimage, a journey to reconnect with him through the celestial beauty that now held a piece of your heart.

on nights when the moon was hidden behind clouds, your disappointment was palpable. it felt as if a part of your connection to him was severed, leaving you adrift in a sea of darkness. you would lay in your bed, feeling the weight of his absence more acutely, the silence of the night pressing down on you like a physical burden. “why tonight?” you would wonder, “why can't i see you tonight?” yet, even in those moments, you held onto the belief that he was still out there, his spirit intertwined with the moon and stars. you spoke to the empty sky, your words a lifeline cast into the void, hoping that somehow, he could hear you. “i love you,” you would whisper, “i will always love you.”

each night, whether the moon was visible or not, you continued your conversations, finding a semblance of peace in the ritual. it was your way of keeping him close, of honoring his memory and the bond you shared. the moon became your sanctuary, a place where you could be vulnerable and open, where your grief could be both expressed and soothed.

you stood on your balcony, eyes fixed on the night sky, waiting for the moon to show. the cool breeze caressed your face, carrying with it the scents of the evening. usually, the moon’s glow would slowly emerge, comforting you with its familiar presence. tonight, however, was different. for the first time in forever, there were no clouds, but the sky was pitch black. not a single star flickered, and the moon was nowhere to be seen. it was as if the universe itself had turned off the lights, plunging you into a void.

your heart sank as you stood there, wrapped in the silence of the night. the absence of the moon felt like a cruel betrayal, a severance of the fragile connection you held onto with jimin. you whispered into the darkness, hoping for some response, but all that returned was the empty stillness. “why tonight?” you wondered aloud, your voice trembling. “why can’t i see you tonight?”

the disappointment was palpable, but exhaustion from the emotional turmoil eventually led you to bed. you lay there, the darkness pressing in from all sides, making it difficult to find solace. despite the comforting familiarity of your room, it felt cold and unwelcoming. the usual lull of sleep eluded you, but eventually, the weight of your grief pulled you into a restless slumber.

in the middle of the night, you woke abruptly, your eyes snapping open. something was wrong. panic surged through you as you realized you couldn’t move. your body was frozen, an invisible weight pressing down on your chest. you tried to call out, but no sound escaped your lips. you were experiencing sleep paralysis. the room around you was shrouded in darkness, and at first, there was nothing to see but the familiar shapes of your furniture, distorted and ominous in the shadows.

then, slowly, a figure began to materialize at the foot of your bed. your breath caught in your throat as you strained to see who it was. the darkness played tricks on your eyes, making it difficult to discern the details. the figure moved closer, its outline becoming clearer. your heart pounded in your chest as recognition dawned on you. it was him.

you couldn’t speak or move, but it didn’t stop the tears from streaming down your face. they traced cold, silent paths down your cheeks, pooling on your pillow. all you could do was watch as he stood there, a serene smile on his face. he didn’t move or speak, just smiled at you with that gentle, familiar expression that once brought you so much comfort.

minutes passed like hours as you lay there, locked in your own body, unable to reach out to him. you wanted to tell him how much you missed him, how much his absence had hollowed out your world. but you were trapped in silence, your emotions spilling out only through your tears. his presence, though comforting, was also a cruel reminder of what you had lost. his smile seemed to say everything you couldn’t, and yet it wasn’t enough. you wanted to hear his voice, feel his touch, but all you had was this ghostly apparition.

then, as suddenly as he had appeared, he was gone. the darkness closed in again, leaving you alone with your grief. the weight lifted from your chest, and you could move once more. you sat up, gasping for breath, your body trembling with the intensity of the experience. it took a while for you to regain your composure, your mind struggling to process what had just happened. you touched your cheeks, feeling the wetness of your tears, proof that it wasn’t just a dream.

once you finally did, you knew sleep would not come again that night. you got up and paced your room, trying to make sense of what you had seen. the image of his smile was etched into your mind, a haunting blend of comfort and sorrow. you opened the curtains, staring out into the pitch-black night, hoping for some sign, some explanation. but there was nothing, just the void where the moon should have been.

the following nights unfurled in a relentless, haunting cycle. the moon remained elusive, hidden behind a veil of darkness that seemed to mock your longing. each night, you stood on your balcony, peering into the abyss of the night sky, searching for the familiar glow. each time, you were met with disappointment, the absence of the moon a painful reminder of your loss.

with every night that passed, the grief felt more profound, as if the very darkness was a reflection of your sorrow. the lack of the moon made the nights seem even more oppressive, and you would retire to your bed with a heavy heart. sleep, when it came, was always disturbed. the familiar grip of sleep paralysis would seize you, rendering you helpless once more. you would lie there, motionless and silent, as the darkness of the room seemed to thicken and become more oppressive.

gradually, a figure would materialize in the shadowy void. at first, it would be indistinct, just a shape in the darkness. but as the nights progressed, the figure would come closer, its form more defined. Each night, jimin would appear a little nearer to you, his presence becoming more tangible. he never spoke or moved, only stood there, staring at you with that hauntingly serene smile. his eyes, though unseeing, seemed to pierce through you, conveying a silent message that you couldn’t quite grasp.

your heart would ache each night as you observed him, the silence between you laden with unspoken words. his smile was both comforting and tormenting, a reminder of the connection you once shared and the depth of your loss. the sight of him, each night closer than the last, was a poignant testament to your unending grief.

then, one night, you were surprised to see the moon. it was a sight that brought you unexpected relief. the moon, bright and full, hung in the sky like a beacon of hope amidst the darkness. you felt a rush of warmth and comfort as you gazed up at it, the familiar glow washing over you like a gentle embrace.

with renewed hope, you began to speak to the sky, explaining the events of the past few nights. “i’ve missed you,” you said, your voice trembling with emotion. “these nights have been so dark, so lonely. every time i close my eyes, you're there, closer and closer. i can’t bear it anymore.” the words spilled out of you, a mixture of relief and sorrow. “tonight, i hope you can hear me. i need to know if it’s going to be alright.”

feeling a sense of closure, you went to bed with a lighter heart. the night felt different, as if a burden had been lifted. when you woke the next morning, you were greeted by a sense of peace. there were no traces of sleep paralysis, no unsettling visits from jimin in the darkness. you moved through your morning routine with a cautious optimism, a small part of you hopeful that the cycle had finally broken.

you made your way to work, the morning air feeling crisp and invigorating. the day unfolded with a semblance of normalcy, and you almost felt as if you were regaining control over your life. your spirits were lifted, and you found yourself smiling for the first time in days.

as you waited to cross the street on your way to work, you spotted a familiar face in the crowd across from you. the sight of him made your heart skip a beat. for a moment, you were convinced it was him. he was standing there, looking out of place in the bustling crowd, his features hauntingly familiar. a shiver ran down your spine as you took a step forward, your instincts urging you to reach out to him. but before you could move, a bus approached, blocking your view. you watched in stunned silence as the bus passed by, and when it finally cleared, the man was gone. your heart pounded in your chest, a mix of hope and despair churning within you.

you stood there, frozen, trying to process what had just happened. the fleeting glimpse of someone who looked so much like him left you disoriented and aching with longing. you were left with the lingering question of whether it was truly him or just a trick of the mind, a cruel illusion born from your desperate yearning.

as the days passed, life seemed to settle back into a semblance of normalcy. the routine of your daily existence provided a fragile buffer against the waves of grief that had once overwhelmed you. you went through the motions of work and home life, attempting to regain a sense of normalcy, yet a lingering unease persisted.

it was during these days that you began to spot him in random places. the sightings were fleeting, almost imperceptible—a fleeting glimpse of a familiar face in a crowded street, a silhouette in a shop window, the echo of a laugh in a crowded café. each time, you were struck by a sudden rush of recognition, a feeling deep in your bones that it was him. but every time you turned around or reached out, the figure vanished, leaving only the empty space where he had been. the moments were brief, and yet they were enough to stir up a tempest of emotions within you.

you found yourself haunted by these apparitions, unable to reconcile them with the comforting reality you sought. each sighting left you yearning for more, your heart aching with the possibility that he might be closer than you dared to hope. yet, each time, the reassurance of his presence was snatched away, leaving you grappling with an unsettling mixture of hope and despair.

one night, as the moon reappeared in its familiar place in the sky, you stood on your balcony once more. the moon’s gentle glow illuminated the world below, casting long shadows and bathing everything in a silvery light. you felt a familiar comfort as you gazed up at it, and you began to speak to the moon, your voice carrying the weight of your recent experiences.

“i’ve seen you,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “in the most unexpected places, just for a moment. every time, it feels so real, but you're gone before i can reach you. it’s as if you're teasing me, reminding me of what i’ve lost.” you paused, the cool night air mingling with your breath. “it only makes me miss you more.”

with those words hanging in the air, you turned around, ready to head back inside and to bed. but as you did, your blood ran cold. standing right in front of you, illuminated by the moonlight, was him. it was as if he had materialized from the very night sky, his figure more solid than any previous apparition. your heart stopped in your chest as you took in the sight of him, the reality of his presence hitting you like a tidal wave.

he stood there, just a few feet away, his eyes meeting yours with that same gentle smile you had come to know so well. the moonlight danced on his features, making him appear both ethereal and incredibly real. the sight of him, so close and tangible, filled you with an overwhelming sense of disbelief. you reached out with trembling hands, convinced that you were dreaming, that this was a figment of your imagination. you pinched your arm hard, the sharp pain confirming that you were indeed awake. the sensation was all too real, and the presence before you was undeniable. you could feel the cool night air around him, the warmth of his gaze, the weight of the moment pressing down on you. he was truly there.

his presence, so close and so impossibly real, left you paralyzed. you could hardly believe your eyes, the sight of him filling you with a mix of joy and incredulity. as the seconds ticked by, you tried to process the moment, your mind racing to make sense of the impossible. then, to your utter astonishment, he spoke.

“have you missed me as much as you claimed to?” his voice was soft, carrying a warmth that you remembered so well. the sound of his voice broke the spell of disbelief, sending a flood of emotions crashing over you. your eyes welled up with tears, the dam breaking as you struggled to reconcile the reality of his words with the overwhelming grief that had consumed you for so long.

tears streamed down your face, a mix of relief, confusion, and heartbreak. you were convinced this had to be some cruel trick, a fleeting illusion born from your desperate longing. the notion seemed almost too fantastical to be true. but then, as if to dispel any doubts, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you. the warmth of his embrace, the solid reality of his form, was more than your frazzled mind could bear. “because i missed you even more,” he said, his voice breaking with emotion. the words resonated deep within you, the sincerity in his tone undeniable. yet, you could only stare at him, your heart aching with a mixture of relief and confusion.

“how?” you managed to ask through your tears, your voice barely more than a whisper. “how is this possible? how can you be here?”

he looked at you with a mixture of sadness and tenderness. “i don't know,” he began. “in the space between worlds, time doesn’t flow as it does on earth. the lunar phases, the cycles of the moon—they affect the way i can reach out to you.” he paused, searching for the right words. “the moon’s phases create windows, moments where the boundary between our worlds thins. during the new moon, when the sky is darkest, it's hardest for me to reach you. but as the moon waxes and wanes, those windows open and close.”

you listened, trying to grasp the concept, but the explanation felt both profound and surreal. the idea of lunar cycles dictating the connection between realms was something out of a dream, and it left you struggling to believe it was real. your thoughts spun, overwhelmed by the impossibility of it all. unable to hold back any longer, you crumpled onto the ground, your body shaking with the intensity of your emotions. he knelt beside you, his hands gently wiping the tears from your face. his touch was soothing, a balm to your wounded soul. the reality of his presence, however strange, began to pierce through your disbelief.

as your fear began to wane, the comforting presence of his embrace became a sanctuary. you felt his arms around you, holding you tightly, his heartbeat a steady rhythm against your own. the comfort of his touch, the solidity of his form, reassured you in a way that words could not. you both sobbed together, your tears mingling in the quiet of the night, the emotional release as raw and cathartic as it was painful. he held you close, his own tears flowing freely as he whispered into your ear. “i’m here,” he murmured. “i’m here because I couldn’t stand being apart any longer. i missed you more than words can say.”

in the cocoon of his embrace, you felt a profound sense of peace, a fragile haven amidst the storm of your emotions. the warmth of his body, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and the soothing presence of his arms lulled you into a deep, exhausted sleep. it was a rest that felt both timeless and fleeting, as if you were cradled in a dream where reality and fantasy intertwined.

when you awoke, the world felt disorientingly empty. the absence of his warmth was the first thing you noticed, a stark contrast to the comforting embrace you had known only hours before. your eyes fluttered open, and the familiar sight of your room greeted you—a room that now seemed unnervingly mundane. panic surged through you as you scrambled to sit up, a torrent of thoughts racing through your mind. was it all just a dream? the hope that it had been real seemed to dissipate like morning fog.

your heart pounded as you called out his name, desperation seeping into your voice. “jimin, where are you?” the echoes of your own voice seemed to mock your fears, and tears began to stream down your face. the cruel possibility that the night’s events were nothing more than a vivid dream threatened to shatter your fragile sense of hope. in your frantic search, you stumbled out of bed, your movements clumsy with disorientation and anxiety. as you made your way through the house, the sense of loss and longing grew more intense. your steps felt heavy, each footfall a reminder of the emptiness that had returned.

then, as you approached the kitchen, a familiar aroma reached your senses—a rich, comforting scent that instantly grounded you. you pushed open the kitchen door, and there, against all odds, was jimin. he stood by the counter, a warm smile on his face, as he prepared two cups of coffee. the sight was so ordinary, so achingly real, that it took a moment for your mind to fully comprehend it. the relief that washed over you was overwhelming. the tears of despair were quickly replaced by tears of joy. without a second thought, you rushed into his arms, your emotions spilling over in a torrent of relief and gratitude. his arms encircled you once more, and you buried your face in his chest, taking solace in the reassuring presence that had reappeared in your life.

“i thought you were gone, again” you choked out between sobs. “i was so scared. i thought it was all just a dream.”

he held you tightly, his own emotions mirroring yours. “i’m here,” he whispered soothingly. “i’m not going anywhere. i promise.” you pulled back slightly, looking up at him with tear-streaked cheeks. “it felt so unreal when you left,” you confessed, your voice trembling. “everything seemed to lose its meaning. life was a blur of emptiness without you.”

his expression softened with empathy. He reached up and gently cupped your face, his thumb brushing away the last of your tears. “i understand,” he said quietly. “i know it was hard. but i’ve been waiting for the right time to come back to you. the cycles of the moon and the flow of time—they keep us apart, but they also guide us back to each other.” the weight of his words settled around you, providing a sense of understanding and reassurance. you were finally able to embrace the reality of his presence, the knowledge that he would be staying with you bringing a sense of peace that had been so elusive.

as you both sat down to enjoy the coffee he had prepared, the conversation flowed easily. you shared your thoughts, your fears, and your dreams, while jimin listened with unwavering attentiveness. the bond between you, though tested by time and distance, had proven resilient. the morning light filtered through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over the two of you. the ordinary moment of sharing coffee felt deeply significant, a symbol of the normalcy and connection that had been restored. as you sipped your coffee and talked, the reality of his presence began to sink in, bringing with it a profound sense of relief and gratitude.

the next few days were a whirlwind of emotions and experiences, each moment with jimin feeling like a cherished gift you never wanted to take for granted. with each sunrise, you found yourself immersed in the joy of his presence, relishing in the simple pleasures of everyday life that had once felt distant and unattainable.

the next morning after his return, you and jimin decided to start the day with a visit to a local coffee shop. the crisp morning air was invigorating, a perfect contrast to the warmth of the café. as you walked side by side, the soft glow of the rising sun highlighted the familiar features of his, making everything feel wonderfully right. the café was a quaint, cozy spot with a comforting ambiance. the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the faint aroma of pastries. you both ordered your favorite drinks—his a rich caramel latte, and yours a classic cappuccino. as you settled into a corner booth, the chatter of other patrons and the gentle clinking of cups created a backdrop of contentment.

over your steaming mugs, you talked about everything and nothing—about the latest news, your favorite memories, and the dreams you held for the future. the conversation flowed effortlessly, filled with laughter and the occasional shared silence that spoke volumes. you were acutely aware of the comfort in his presence, a soothing reminder of how deeply you had missed him.

the next day, you and him ventured out for a shopping trip. it was an ordinary activity, but with him by your side, it felt extraordinary. you wandered through bustling markets and chic boutiques, enjoying the vibrant colors and lively atmosphere. the excitement of choosing new items and trying them on was made even more delightful by his enthusiastic support and playful banter.

he picked out a few quirky accessories for you, teasing you about your fashion choices, while you returned the favor with playful critiques of his selections. the experience was filled with shared smiles and lighthearted moments. each new store was an adventure, each new purchase a symbol of your renewed connection.

for your third day together, you decided to catch a movie. the theater was a perfect escape, offering a darkened space where you could enjoy a film and the comfort of each other’s company. you chose a romantic comedy, its light-hearted plot providing a stark contrast to the deep emotions of the past days.

as you watched the film, his hand was a reassuring presence in yours, the warmth of his touch a constant reminder of his return. the shared experience of laughing at the same jokes and reacting to the scenes on screen felt both intimate and exhilarating. the night ended with a quiet stroll through the nearby park, where you talked about the film and enjoyed the peaceful surroundings.

the following day, you and him decided to spend some time at the beach. the ocean breeze was invigorating, and the sight of the vast, sparkling waters was a balm for your soul. you walked along the shore, the sand cool beneath your feet, and collected seashells, each one a small treasure of the day. he playfully challenged you to a sandcastle-building contest, his laughter ringing out as you both got more elaborate with your designs. the day was filled with the simple joy of being together, the rhythmic sound of the waves and the warmth of the sun providing a perfect backdrop. as the sun set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, you both sat on the beach, watching the horizon in contented silence.

each evening, after the day’s activities, you and him would return home, where you spent quiet moments together. whether it was cooking dinner, watching shows, or simply lying on the couch, the evenings were marked by a deep sense of contentment. the routine of preparing a meal together or sharing stories from your day became precious rituals, symbols of your renewed connection.

as the world outside was cloaked in the soft, velvety darkness of night, you and jimin found yourselves in the comforting cocoon of your living room. the day's activities had given way to the serene calm of night, and you both were curled up together on the couch, the gentle hum of a late-night movie playing softly in the background. the flickering light from the television cast a warm glow, illuminating his face in a way that made the moment feel even more intimate.

as the movie played, your conversation drifted from lighthearted topics to deeper, more reflective ones. the easy flow of words and shared laughter created an atmosphere of closeness, a space where secrets could be shared and feelings laid bare. it was during one of these quiet, reflective moments that his demeanor shifted slightly, a serious note entering his voice that caught your attention.

“there’s something i’ve been meaning to tell you,” he began, his gaze fixed on the screen but his mind clearly elsewhere. his voice was softer, almost hesitant, as if he was weighing each word before he spoke it. you turned to face him, sensing the gravity in his tone, and gave him your full attention. “i’ve been holding this in for a long time,” he continued, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on the couch cushion between you. “and i need you to know that it’s been with me since we were kids.”

you looked at him with curiosity and a hint of apprehension. “what is it?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, as if the very air between you might shatter if you spoke too loudly.

he took a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that made your heart race. “do you remember that wedding we had when we were in elementary school?” he asked, a nostalgic smile playing on his lips. the memory came flooding back—an innocent, playful ceremony where you and him had pretended to be married, dressed up in makeshift attire and exchanging vows in the school playground. it had been a simple, childlike affair, full of giggles and the sweetness of youthful innocence.

“yes,” you replied, a soft smile tugging at your own lips as you recalled the fond memory. “i remember it well.”

his expression grew more earnest. “i didn’t take it lightly, even then. to me, it wasn’t just a game. i loved you even back then, and that feeling only grew stronger as we grew up.” the revelation hit you with a profound impact, the weight of his words settling over you. the depth of his feelings, spanning from childhood to now, was a testament to something enduring and deep. your own heart swelled with emotion, as the truth of his confession resonated with your own hidden feelings.

“i didn’t know,” you stammered, your voice choked with a mix of surprise and overwhelming affection. “i’ve always had feelings for you too. even back then, i felt something special.” the honesty in your words seemed to break through any remaining barriers between you. Jimin’s face softened, a look of relief and joy crossing his features. without another word, he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a gentle, tender kiss. the initial touch was soft and exploratory, filled with the sweetness of rediscovered love.

as the kiss deepened, the intensity of your emotions surged. jimin’s hands cupped your face, pulling you closer, while your own arms wrapped around his neck. the world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in this cocoon of affection. the kiss grew more heated, a passionate expression of the longing and love that had been building between you over the years. the warmth of his lips, the press of his body against yours, and the way his hands traced the contours of your back were electrifying. every touch, every movement spoke volumes of the love and desire you both felt. the kiss became a dance of shared emotions, a blend of tenderness and fervor that left you breathless.

“i’ve wanted this for so long,” he murmured, his voice husky with emotion. “to be with you like this, to finally be honest about how i feel.” you rested your forehead against his, your hands still entwined with his. “me too,” you whispered back, your voice trembling with a mix of joy and vulnerability. “i’ve missed you more than i could ever put into words.”

he continued, “i want to feel you, all of you.” his words were like a match to dry kindling, igniting the fire that had been smoldering within you all evening. you nodded, unable to form coherent words as he peeled your shirt off and tossed it aside. your skin was alive with anticipation as he leaned in, his hot breath tickling your neck before his mouth closed around the bare flesh of your tit. the sensation was too much, and you arched your back, silently begging for more. his teeth grazed your sensitive skin, sending a thrill through your body that made you gasp. he looked up, his eyes filled with a gentle fierceness that made your knees wobble. “you're so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice a warm caress against your flesh. “but i want to hear you say it.”

you swallowed hard, feeling a mix of shyness and arousal. “give it to me, i'm all yours.” his smile was pure sin as he slid his hand down your stomach and unbuttoned your jeans. “good,” he breathed, his voice husky with need. “that's exactly what i was hoping for.”

with trembling hands, you helped him push the fabric down over your hips, your panties following closely behind. the cool air of the room brushed against your heated skin, sending a shiver down your spine. he stepped back, his eyes raking over your exposed body, and you felt a heady sense of power knowing you had this effect on him. he reached out, his fingertips tracing the waistband of your underwear. “may i?” you nodded, your breath coming in shallow pants. “please.”

he hooked his thumbs into the delicate lace and pulled them down, letting them fall to the floor. he knelt before you, his eyes never leaving yours, and kissed the soft skin of your inner thigh. the sensation was so intense, you had to bite your lip to keep from crying out. he continued to kiss and nibble his way up, until he reached the apex of your legs. his breath was hot against your center, and you felt your legs start to quiver. “so wet for me,” he murmured, the words sending a fresh wave of heat through you.

without warning, his mouth closed over your clit, and you had to grab onto his shoulders to stay upright. his tongue flicked and teased, sending electric currents through your body. you could feel your orgasm building, the tension coiling tight in your belly. “jimin,” you moaned, your voice thick with desire. he looked up, his eyes dark with passion. “you taste so sweet,” he said, his voice muffled against your skin. “but i want more of you.”

standing, he reached for his own belt, his movements deft and sure. he pulled his pants and boxers down in one swift motion, revealing his erection. it was beautiful, and you couldn't help but stare. he chuckled, the sound low and deep in his chest. “need it that bad, huh?” you nodded, unable to find the words. he stepped closer, pressing himself against you, and you could feel the heat of his body, the pulse of his cock. he reached up, cradling your face in his hands. “i'm going to make you feel so good,” he promised, and you had no doubt he would.

the anticipation was unbearable, and you reached for him, pulling him closer. “now,” you demanded, your voice a desperate whisper. jimin leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both tender and claiming. his hand slid between your legs, his fingers teasing your entrance. “i need to feel all of you,” he murmured against your mouth, and with one smooth thrust, he entered you. you gasped, the sensation of him filling you up making you feel complete in a way you never had before.

the sex was raw and unfiltered, the kind of passionate, messy love-making that left no room for doubt or regret. he whispered dirty words into your ear, his hips pumping into you in a rhythm that made your toes curl. you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him deeper, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. you felt his hand on your tit again, squeezing and playing with the nipple, sending bolts of pleasure straight to your core. you raked your nails down his back, the slight sting of pain mixing with the overwhelming pleasure. he groaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic.

as you approached the peak of your climax, he pulled out of your mouth and whispered, “cum for me.” and with that, you did, your body convulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you. he followed shortly after, his body shuddering as he emptied himself inside you.

for a moment, you lay there, tangled together, breathing heavily. then he leaned down, kissing you softly. “i love you,” he murmured, his voice filled with a tenderness that made your heart swell. you wrapped your arms around him, feeling the warmth of his body, the stickiness of your combined releases, and the utter contentment that came from being fully claimed by the person you adored. “i love you too,” you whispered back, and in that moment, you knew that nothing else mattered.

the morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. you awoke nestled in the warmth of jimin's embrace, his steady breathing and the soft rise and fall of his chest creating a cocoon of comfort around you. for a moment, you allowed yourself to savor the tranquility of the morning, the sweetness of being in his presence making the world outside feel distant and unimportant.

as you stretched and began to come fully awake, the sudden, insistent ringing of the doorbell pierced the calm. the sound jolted you from your peaceful state, and you carefully extricated yourself from jimin's embrace, mindful not to disturb him. the morning was supposed to be a continuation of the serenity from the night before, but the unexpected visitor threatened to disrupt that harmony.

you pulled on a robe and padded to the door, your mind still foggy from sleep. the sound of the doorbell echoed in your head as you reached the entrance, and when you opened it, your heart sank.

standing on the doorstep was your ex. his sudden appearance was a jarring shock, his presence a stark contrast to the warmth and affection you had just experienced with jimin. your blood ran cold, and your face grew pale as the reality of the situation set in. the familiarity of jungkook's face, once a source of comfort, now felt like an intrusion into the newfound peace you were trying to build.

his expression was calm, but there was a hint of concern in his eyes. “i just wanted to check up on you,” he said, his tone measured. “make sure everything is alright.” you took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. “everything is fine,” you replied, your voice firm but strained. you made an attempt to close the door, hoping to end the awkward encounter quickly.

but his hand shot out, stopping the door from closing. “are you sure?” he pressed, his gaze unwavering. “have you been taking your insomnia pills?” the question took you aback, a wave of frustration washing over you. you hadn’t been taking the pills for a while, but the reminder felt intrusive, especially now. “it’s none of your business,” you snapped, the edge in your voice betraying the annoyance and stress of the situation.

his demeanor remained calm, but his eyes held a shadow of something more serious. “you should really take them,” he said, his voice taking on a more serious tone. “remember what happened the last time you didn’t.” the vague reference to past events only heightened your irritation, and you clenched your fists, struggling to maintain your composure. “i’ll handle it,” you said tersely. “you don’t need to worry about me.”

he gave a short nod, his expression softening slightly, though his concern remained evident. “alright,” he said. “just remember to take care of yourself.” with that, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing at the door, feeling a mix of anger and unease. you watched him retreat down the walkway until he disappeared from view, the unsettling encounter leaving you with a lingering sense of discomfort.

as the morning light grew stronger, jimin stirred beside you, slowly waking up. he stretched and yawned, blinking sleepily as he met your gaze. his eyes softened with affection as he took in the sight of you, and he reached out to brush a strand of hair away from your face. “good morning,” he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep. “what’s wrong?”

you took a deep breath, trying to push away the remnants of the unsettling encounter with jungkook. “there was a surprise visitor this morning,” you began, your voice steady but tinged with the tension you still felt. “it was jungkook.” jimin’s expression shifted to one of concern and curiosity. “jungkook? your ex?”

you nodded, sitting down at the edge of the bed. “yeah, he showed up out of the blue, said he just wanted to check up on me. it was really unexpected and, to be honest, kind of intrusive. he asked if i'd been taking my pills, which i haven’t been.”

his brow furrowed slightly. “that’s strange. why is he still involved in your life like that?” you sighed, feeling the weight of the past pressing on you. “our relationship got pretty toxic quickly. i ended it because it was unhealthy for both of us. i thought i'd put that part of my life behind me.”

jimin reached out, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “i’m sorry you had to deal with that. but you’re here now, and everything will be okay. i promise.” the warmth of his words helped ease some of the lingering tension, and you felt a bit of the heaviness lift from your shoulders. T

the morning continued with a sense of normalcy as you both prepared breakfast together. the kitchen was filled with the comforting aroma of coffee and the sounds of clinking utensils, a gentle reminder of the simple joys you shared.

after breakfast, you decided to spend the day outdoors, choosing to visit a nearby park. the sun was shining, and the day promised to be beautiful. as you arrived at the park, jimin’s playful nature immediately came to the forefront. he seemed to relish the chance to be carefree, darting toward the swings with a childlike enthusiasm. you watched, smiling as he took to the swings, his laughter ringing out as he soared higher and higher. the sight of him, so unburdened and joyous, was a balm for the worries of the morning. for a while, it was just the two of you, surrounded by the serene beauty of the park and the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze.

however, the moment of carefree joy was interrupted when jimin, attempting a particularly daring swing, lost his balance and fell to the ground. the sound of his fall and the thud of his landing made your heart leap into your throat. you rushed over to him, panic rising as you saw him lying on the grass. you knelt beside him, your hands trembling as you checked his leg. Given the way he had fallen, you expected to see prominent bleeding or bruising. Instead, his leg seemed completely unharmed. there was no sign of injury, no blood, nothing.

jimin looked up at you with a reassuring smile. “hey, don’t worry. i'm fine,” he said, his tone calm despite the fall. “one of the effects of the lunar phases is that i'm more resistant to pain. i’ve always been able to recover quickly.” the explanation did little to ease your worry. the idea that the phases of the moon could have such an effect on him seemed surreal, almost otherworldly. you wanted to question him further, to understand more about what he meant, but you held back, sensing that it might only add to your unease.

instead, you helped him to his feet, still concerned but trying to mask your anxiety. “are you sure you’re okay?” you asked, your voice filled with worry. he nodded, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “i’m fine, really. don’t let it worry you. we can still enjoy the day.” reluctantly, you allowed yourself to relax a bit, though the encounter had left you with lingering questions. you decided to push your concerns aside for the moment, focusing instead on making the most of the rest of the day. as you continued to explore the park together, you tried to immerse yourself in the joy of hus presence, allowing the warmth of his company to overshadow the troubling thoughts that still lingered in the back of your mind.

as the evening settled in, you and jimin found yourselves on the balcony, wrapped in the gentle embrace of the night. the sky was a canvas of deep blues and scattered stars, yet the moon remained conspicuously absent. you leaned against the railing, the cool breeze brushing against your face, and glanced over at him, who stood beside you with an easy smile.

you couldn’t shake the question that had been gnawing at you for days. “jimin,” you began, your voice soft and tinged with curiosity, “why has the moon been gone ever since you came back? i thought it was supposed to be a constant presence.” he turned to you, his smile growing as he looked up at the star-speckled sky. “would you rather talk to the moon or talk to me?” he asked, his tone light and playful.

the question took you by surprise, and you turned to him, searching his face for an answer. his eyes sparkled with a mixture of mischief and tenderness, and you couldn’t help but smile at his response. “i think i’d rather talk to you,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

his expression softened as he took your hand in his, his gaze steady and warm. “i heard every word you’ve spoken since the day i passed,” he said gently. “every word, every tear, every moment of sorrow. i’ve been watching over you all this time, even when you couldn’t see me. i was there, always.”

the weight of his words settled over you like a heavy blanket, and tears began to well up in your eyes. the thought that he had been with you all along, silently listening and keeping watch, was both comforting and heartbreaking. you felt a rush of emotions, a mixture of relief and sadness, as the reality of his presence sank in. he noticed the tears that escaped down your cheeks and gently wiped them away with his thumb. “please don’t cry,” he said softly. “i’m here now, and I’m not going anywhere.”

with his reassurance, you felt a wave of calm wash over you. jimin helped you back inside, guiding you gently toward the bed. His touch was tender and reassuring, his presence a comforting balm to the lingering doubts and fears. as you settled beneath the covers, he began to sing softly, his voice carrying the melody of the song you had created together as children. the familiar tune, filled with childhood memories and shared dreams, wrapped around you like a warm embrace. the melody was soothing, its gentle rhythms lulling you into a state of peaceful relaxation.

you snuggled closer to him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest as you listened to his voice. the song’s lyrics, full of innocence and love, resonated deeply within you, evoking memories of simpler times. the combination of his soothing voice and his comforting embrace created a cocoon of safety and warmth. as the song drew to a close, you felt your eyelids growing heavy. his presence, the song, and the comfort of his embrace created the perfect setting for sleep to come gently. you allowed yourself to drift off, lulled by the harmonious blend of past and present, his gentle singing guiding you into the realm of dreams.

in the quiet of the night, as you fell asleep nestled in his arms, you found solace in the knowledge that he was there with you, that his love and presence were a constant source of strength. the moon may have been absent, but you had him, and that was more than enough. the world outside faded away as you succumbed to the peaceful embrace of sleep, content in the comfort of his arms.

the morning sun filtered softly through the curtains, waking you from a restful sleep. you stirred, stretching and reaching out for jimin, but the space beside you was empty. for a moment, you assumed he had simply woken before you, perhaps eager to explore or enjoy the day after having been away for so long. you rolled out of bed, feeling a mix of anticipation and curiosity about what he might be doing.

the house was quiet, and the usual sounds of morning activity were absent. you went about your day, preparing breakfast and tidying up, holding onto the hope that he would return soon. as hours passed, your expectation turned into mild concern. you tried calling out for him, wandering through the house and checking every room, but there was no sign of him.

by the time evening approached, the absence of jimin began to weigh heavily on you. you tried to stay calm, convincing yourself that he was simply caught up in some new experience or had been delayed. but as darkness settled and the familiar rhythm of the day gave way to the night, your sense of unease grew stronger.

with the onset of night, you decided to check the area around your house. you slipped on a coat and went out to the balcony, scanning the surroundings. the street below was eerily quiet and bathed in shadows. the usual hustle and bustle of the neighborhood seemed to have receded, leaving behind an unsettling silence. the sky above was a deep, impenetrable black, save for the full moon that hung like a solitary beacon. its light cast an ethereal glow over the landscape, starkly contrasting the darkness around it. as you looked up at the moon, something clicked in your mind. the realization hit you with a sudden, painful clarity. the full moon, so bright and so present, was the same moon that had been absent on the nights when jimin appeared.

tears began to well up in your eyes, and the gravity of the situation finally sank in. his presence had always been tied to the lunar phases, and the full moon now felt like a cruel reminder of his departure. you had been holding on to hope, clinging to the belief that he would return, but the moon’s presence now seemed to signify the end of his visit. the tears that had been held back finally flowed freely. you felt a wave of grief and despair wash over you, the loss and confusion merging into an overwhelming tide of emotion. you leaned against the railing, letting the tears fall unchecked, the moon’s light casting a cold, distant glow on your face.

the night air was cool against your skin, but you hardly noticed. the beauty of the moon seemed to mock your anguish, a stark reminder of what had been and what was now irrevocably lost. your heart ached with the realization that jimin’s return, however magical and comforting, was transient—a beautiful illusion bound by the lunar phases.

as you stood there, lost in your sorrow, you could only hope that somewhere, jimin was watching over you once more, his presence a distant but comforting memory. the full moon remained a constant in the sky, and you were left to grapple with the void that his absence had created. the night continued on, the moon’s light a silent witness to your grief, and you were left to navigate the emptiness that followed.

“i told you,” you didn't even have to turn around to know whose voice it was. the condescending, controlling tone you were so used to, it was more than enough for you to grasp onto what little was left of reality. “you should've been taking your pills.”

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a/n: this one was short ngl i'm stumped!! i had a different idea for jimin's story but it's one of those days where i'm missing jonghyun so the idea just kinda came to me