#lzucid

ㅡ Tied with a ℛibbon.

Genre : yandere/dark, fluff, angst? smut, dark content

Summary : After moving to Seoul, your neighbor Jimin is everything you could ask for—charming, thoughtful, and always there when you need him. But as his kindness starts to feel a little too perfect, you can't shake the feeling that there's more to him than meets the eye.

pairing : yandere!jimin × f.reader

warning : manipulation, fearplay, mentions of blood, rough sex, cream pie, jimin is obsessed and lovesick, kidnapping? kinda. let me know if i missed anything!

Author's note : this is my first time writing something dark!! pretty proud of this actually, i really hope you all enjoy <33 (the smut part is inspired by "love thy neighbour"!!)

The moving truck rumbled to a stop in front of your new apartment building in Seoul, its brakes squealing as the engine faded into silence. You stood there for a moment, letting the cool autumn air wrap around you, still feeling a bit disoriented from the whirlwind of packing, flights, and the excitement of starting fresh in a new city.

Seoul was everything you had imagined and more—busy streets with neon lights, the sound of chatter and laughter floating from the cafés, and the occasional burst of music drifting from nearby shops. The city seemed to buzz with energy, and it was everything you had dreamed of when you decided to leave your old life behind.

The apartment building was charming. You liked how it had character—exposed brick, small windows that let in just the right amount of sunlight, and the promise of a quieter neighborhood in a city that never truly slept. This would be your home for the next year, and maybe longer, depending on how things went.

Your heart skipped a beat as you finally stepped inside the building, taking the elevator up to the third floor, where your new apartment awaited. It was spacious, and cozy. You spent the next few hours unpacking, trying to settle into the unfamiliar space. There were boxes to organize, clothes to hang, and new furniture that still smelled faintly of wood and paint. The silence of the empty apartment was almost overwhelming, but you liked it. It was yours now.

As you finished setting up, there was a soft knock at the door. You paused, confused—who could that be? You weren’t expecting any visitors, and you hadn’t had time to meet any of your neighbors.

Curiosity piqued, you opened the door to find a young man standing on the other side, wearing a warm smile and a pair of jeans that fit just right. His hair was silky straight, and he looked effortlessly put together, as if he had walked out of a fashion magazine.

"Hi! I’m Jimin, your neighbor from next door," he said, his voice light and inviting. "Heard the moving trucks outside, I just wanted to introduce myself and, um, offer you this."

He held out a small box wrapped in pastel-colored paper with a bright ribbon tied neatly on top. The box was delicate, and you could see the edges had been carefully folded.

You blinked in surprise. "Oh, wow, thank you.. That’s so sweet of you."

Jimin’s eyes sparkled as he smile softly, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear. "It’s nothing. I just thought I’d drop by and say welcome"

You smiled, touched by his kindness. "Well, it’s definitely a pleasant surprise. I’m still getting settled, but I appreciate it."

His grin widened, and he stepped forward, glancing down at the box in his hands. "I made some homemade treats. I thought they might make your move a little easier."

You felt your cheeks warm, feeling grateful but slightly embarrassed. "You really didn’t have to. But thank you."

"No problem!" he said, stepping back slightly. "If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask. I’m right next door—always happy to help."

With that, he gave you another bright smile, turned, and disappeared down the hallway before you could even properly thank him again.

You watched him go, feeling strangely comforted by his gesture. It was such a simple, kind thing to do, and it made the loneliness of moving to a new place feel a little less daunting. As you closed the door and looked at the box he had left you, a small sense of calm washed over you. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

You went to the kitchen and opened the box. Inside were a few homemade macarons—delicate and perfectly arranged, the kind of treat you would expect to find in a bakery. They smelled heavenly. You picked one up and took a bite, savoring the sweetness.

It was only the beginning, but already, you had a feeling things might be better than you expected in this new place.

Days passed by in the blink of an eye. When you first moved into the apartment, you had no idea how much your life would change in such a short time. The first few days were a blur of unpacking and adjusting to the new city, but there was one constant: Jimin.

It started innocently enough. You were still settling in when you met him in the hallway. His friendly smile and helpful attitude immediately made you feel at ease. At first, he was just a kind neighbor—a gesture of politeness here and there. When you had trouble with the heavy boxes, he was there to help without a second thought. He’d hold open the door for you, offer to carry groceries, and invite you to the occasional dinner. His presence was gentle, never overwhelming, and always considerate.

When he learned that you were still unfamiliar with the city, he offered to show you around, suggesting cafes, parks, and local hotspots. He accompanied you on trips to help you navigate the subway, even memorizing your work schedule and offering to meet you when you came home late. It wasn’t long before you started seeing Jimin every day, sometimes without even trying.

Soon, he began leaving little surprises on your doorstep. At first, it was just a coffee from a café he knew you liked or a small snack he thought you might enjoy. His attention to detail was uncanny—he always knew exactly what would make your day just a little easier, a little brighter.

“Hey, I remembered you mentioned liking strawberry pastries,” he’d say with a soft chuckle, handing you a neatly wrapped box. “I thought I’d pick these up for you.”

"Ah, a ribbon again", You thought. Something you noticed quite a lot was that Jimin liked using ribbons when he gifted you something, a sweet, signature gesture on his part. His gifts were always thoughtful. Sweet. Just enough to make you feel cared for without feeling pressured.

And you'd be lying if you said you hadn't gotten a liking to him already.

But you would notice some strange things eventually. Jimin seemed to always know exactly what you wanted or what you needed without you ever having to mention it. He knew your favorite snacks, the exact kind of music you listen to, and the best time to call you when you were feeling stressed after work. It wasn’t coincidence anymore. It was like he was watching you, studying you in ways you couldn’t understand.

At first, you told yourself he was just being observant. After all, who wouldn’t remember small things about their neighbors, especially someone as pleasant as Jimin? But it wasn’t just that. You found yourself strangely growing comfortable with his presence. You began to notice how often he’d pop up when you didn’t expect it—like he had an uncanny ability to be in the right place at the right time. He’d show up in the hallway just as you were returning from a late-night grocery run, offering to carry your bags, his eyes lingering just a bit too long. And the way he would “accidentally” be in the same coffee shop when you stopped by on your lunch break... or how he’d always be around to help when you were feeling overwhelmed, even though you hadn’t told him anything about your day.

The deceptively sweet person he was, slowly made you walk into his trap, despite all these strange occurrences. And you, being the naive girl you are, walked into it blindly. How dumb.

Even more time had passed, and to say that Jimin was a huge part of your life now would be an understatement. This boy was everywhere, all the time. Always giving you surprise visits, both of you staying over at each others, him gifting you pastries, gifts, all tied with those pretty ribbons. He'd always cling to you, and you to him. Although sometimes it felt a bit too much, just how much he seemed to like your presence, you never complained, you were his sweet girl. Why would you ever complain?

Some would say he acts too pushy with you, too desperate for your attention, forcing it from you, without you even realising it. That's what others have told you. How easily you fit into the palm of his hand, how blind you were to not see the glares he sends to anyone entering your home, anyone besides him.

But no, you always denied all of it. Listen to him when he tells you that you don't need your stupid friends anyway. You need him, only him.

He's managed to twist himself into the confines of your heart already, and you've let him do so effortlessly. He was everything to you, everything you need. Manipulated your pretty, dumb brain so much, you swore you saw him, heard him everywhere now.

He had become your anchor, your constant in the storm of this new life. Always offering his help, always being there when you needed him. His presence was always gentle, never too overwhelming, but just enough to make you feel... safe. Protected. He always loved you so tenderly, was so affectionate with you, always called you his "sweet girl" ㅡ and you loved all of it so much. They way he pampered you, gave you so much attention.

It's just too easy for him to do all this to you. You trusted him too much, and now it was finally time. Time for him toㅡ

It started with the smallest things, things that were easy to ignore. One evening, you returned home after a long day at work and found the pages of your journal turned slightly. Just a bit, like someone had been reading it. But you couldn’t remember leaving it out.

You didn’t want to believe it, but something about that feeling lingered. The sensation of being watched. Of someone quietly observing your every move.

The next day, you decided to call Jimin.

“Hey, Jimin,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady. “I... I don’t know if this sounds weird, but I keep noticing little things missing from my apartment. Like... things I don’t remember moving. I thought I misplaced them, but it’s starting to happen more often. My scarf, my charger... even a few books.”

You heard him pause on the other end of the line, then his soft voice answered. “That’s strange. Maybe it’s just... you know, stress? It could be playing tricks on your mind. You’re probably just tired. But if you want, I can help you look for your things. You shouldn’t have to worry about it.”

His voice was so reassuring, so calm, that you almost believed it. He sounded sincere, and part of you wanted to just accept his comfort. He was right—maybe you were overthinking it.

But a little voice inside you told you something wasn’t right. Still, you pushed the thought aside, deciding to focus on the immediate problem instead.

Days passed, and the disappearances continued. It wasn’t just small items now—it was bigger things. Your favorite jacket was gone, the one you’d worn on your first day in Seoul. A picture frame, an old gift from your friend, was no longer sitting on the shelf where you’d placed it. You tried searching for them, but it was like they had vanished.

One night, after a long and exhausting day, you found yourself standing outside Jimin’s door again, a sense of dread crawling up your spine. You had no choice but to ask him for help.

“Jimin,” you called softly, your knuckles lightly tapping on his door. You waited a moment before he answered, his face lighting up with his signature smile.

“Hey, you,” he greeted, his voice smooth and comforting. “Come on in. What’s going on? You don’t look so good.”

“Can I ask you something?” You felt a tightness in your chest. "There’s something wrong with my apartment and... I don’t know, it feels like I’m going crazy. Like someone’s been in there when I’m not around. Can you—” You paused, swallowing hard, “—can you help me figure it out?”

Jimin smiled again, that soft, inviting smile that always seemed to ease your nerves. “Of course. I can help you. I’m here for you.” His voice was like a balm, soothing the chaos swirling in your mind.

You let out a small breath of relief.

He stepped aside and led you into his apartment. It was cozy, just like yours—warm lighting, soft furniture, an atmosphere that felt intimate but safe. You always liked it there. He made you sit down on his couch while he made tea for the both of you, and as you sat there, your eyes wandered, taking in his home.

There were no oddities, no signs of invasion, no missing items. It was calm. Almost too calm.

After a few minutes, Jimin returned with the tea, setting a cup in front of you. He sat next to you, his knee gently brushing yours, and offered a reassuring smile.

“Don’t worry about it too much. Things will turn up. You’re just adjusting to everything. I’ll help you look, okay?”

That night, you decided to take Jimin up on his offer to stay over at his apartment for a night. You didn’t want to be alone with the growing tension in your own place, and Jimin had always made you feel welcome in his space.

After dinner and a couple of drinks, you found yourself lying on his couch, too tired to go back to your own apartment. Jimin had gone to his bedroom to get ready for bed, leaving you alone for a brief moment. You stood up to stretch, the sudden movement making you feel a little dizzy.

As you walked toward the hallway, you passed by a door that you hadn’t noticed before. It was slightly ajar, just enough for you to see inside. You couldn’t resist the pull of curiosity.

Your eyes landed on a collection of items. Items that were familiar—too familiar.

There, scattered across a table, were your things. Your missing scarf. Your jacket. That photo frame. And several other belongings that had gone missing over the past few weeks.

Your heart stopped in your chest. The realization hit you like a wave. How did he have these? Why would he have them?

Before you could react, you heard Jimin’s soft footsteps approaching from behind. You turned to face him, your mouth dry, but no words came out. His eyes were dark now, no longer warm and inviting, but full of something else. Something unsettling.

“You found them,” he said, his voice low, almost whispering. “I wasn’t sure when you’d figure it out, but I knew you would. You’re always so observant when you want to be.”

“Jimin... What is this? Why do you have my things?” you asked, your voice shaking, barely able to keep it together.

His lips curled into a gentle smile, but there was nothing soft about it. “Because I’ve been watching you. All this time, I’ve been taking care of you, making sure you have what you need. You’ve been so lost, haven’t you?”

You took a step back, but he moved toward you, his body closing the distance too quickly. “You belong to me,” he whispered, his breath warm on your skin. “You always have.”

Your heart hammered in your chest as you tried to pull away, but his grip was firm, too strong. “Jimin—please—.”

He chuckled, a soft, dark sound. “You can’t leave me. Not now. Not after everything I’ve done for you.”

Before you could react, his hands were around your wrists, pulling you closer. “I've been so patient with you, so observant, been so nice, can't you at least give me this much, hm?"

He asked, his voice laced with something so unsettling, you couldn't place it. What was happening? Where is the sweet jimin that you knew of? Who is he.. whoever he is.. why is everything happening so fast?

The room spun around you, the air thick with the pressure of what you had just uncovered. Your breath came in ragged bursts as your heart slammed against your ribcage. The realization of how deeply Jimin had infiltrated your life, how meticulously he had planned every single detail—it hit you all at once, overwhelming you with fear and confusion.

You couldn’t process it. Your mind raced with questions, trying to piece together the fragments of everything that had felt off for weeks.

“Don’t be scared, sweet girl,” he said, his tone gentle, soothing. “It’s all okay now. You don’t have to worry anymore.”

But his words, his voice, felt wrong. They felt like a lullaby, coaxing you into a false sense of security, when everything about this moment screamed that you should run. You needed to get out of there, but your legs felt like they were glued to the floor. The fear was paralyzing, but still, you tried to take a step back.

Your feet stumbled, and your back hit the wall as you slowly tried to edge your way toward the door, your mind spinning with every possible escape plan. But before you could make it another step, you felt a cool, damp cloth press against your face.

The smell hit you first—something sweet and faintly floral, but laced with something more sinister. The scent was overpowering, cloying, and your head began to swim, the edges of your vision starting to blur. Your legs gave out beneath you, and the last thing you remembered before everything went black was the soft pressure of his hands guiding you down to the floor.

When you finally regained consciousness, it wasn’t in the place you remembered.

Your head throbbed, and you winced as you tried to lift your hands to your forehead, only to realize they were bound. Panic shot through you as you tried to move, but the weight of your limbs was too heavy, too restrained. It took you a brief moment to realise your hands were tied, so tightly, with the most perfect ribbon.

Snap! It all just came to you. The pretty ribbons he always gave you alongside gifts, were they all just a sweet warning of what fate had in store for you? That's what they meant, all along?

The bed beneath you was soft, too soft, and the sheets smelled faintly of lavender—an unsettlingly calm contrast to the storm raging in your chest. Your breath hitched as you looked around, shivers running down your spine as you realised you were way too familiar with this place.

Jimin's bedroom. You were in his bedroom.

And he kept you tied up with ribbons, all so pretty for him. He's had patience for so long, the least you can do is just lay there all pretty for him, be his sweet girl, like you've always been, is that really so hard?

He walks in, that damn smile on his face again. That stupid, sweet smile that throws off every sick thing he has done till now. How is it possible for someone to look so sweet, yet be so sick in the head?

He walks closer to you, crouching down beside the bed. For a moment his gaze lingers over your face before he scans your figure, smiling to himself at how pretty you look, all tied up like this. All for him, just for him to see.

You just throw him a glare, trying to be as stubborn as you can be. There's no way you'll ever put up with any of this, you know better than to do that, right..?

"What? suddenly you don't like me anymore, sweet girl?" He asks, smiling to himself again. Ugh, him and his stupid pretty smile.

You look away, avoid his gaze for as long as you can while plotting ways to escape.

He helps you sit up, his touch sending shivers down your spine. How strange it is, this is the same touch you were always craving for, the same touch you loved up until hours ago, the same warm and soft touch you always wanted, yet it felt so unsettling and cold to you now. Without any further thoughts, you lift your legs to kick him away with as much force your body has, despite your ankles being tied together. That's it! Now's your cue! Just get off the bed and hop your way out!

And that's what you doㅡ well, at least that's what you were about to do. Stupid girl, you really think you can effortlessly escape with that stupid ribbon around your ankles?

You stumble, falling to the ground with a loud thud, followed by your whimper. Your sounds grow quiet once you hear jimin laughing from behind, he sounds like he's losing it. What a prick, laughing like you're some kind of muse to him, entertaining him on purpose. He walks up to you, entangles his fingers in your hair tightly before pulling you up, causing a yelp to escape your lips. He looks at you, but something about his gaze as changed. He looks.. more unsettling.. and you can't help but become weak in the knees, solely because of how scary he looked.

"Dumb girl, really thought you could escape huh? Stupid." He whispered before dragging you to the bed, practically throwing you onto it.

Soon after he gets onto the bed as well. He leans down, pressing his weight onto you. You try to thrash around, do anything to escape but he's far too strong for you, if anything, you just looked stupid beneath him now. Even with your struggle, he shoves you down against the bed.

"I've been so gentle.." He sighs, still pressing down onto you. Your face shoved against the pillow and your hips lifted up, perfectly on display for him, perfectly pinned in place with his own. Your wrists tied behind your back, with that pretty ribbon. Ah~ What a sight! Jimin swears he could just come from the scenario alone.

You say nothing in response, only hear the sound of his belt unbuckling..? There's no wayㅡ "I really am so nice to you, hm?" He cuts your thoughts off, pressing himself against you. You really can feel his cock against you, and for some unknown reason, you let out a small whimper at it.

How cute, he chuckles, gently starting to rock his hips against yours. His entire length pressed against your cunt. "I've had enough, y'know? Not gonna be gentle anymore. You asked for this, my sweet girl."

The simple sentence sends a shiver down your spine. Was it fear? Anxiety? Excitement? Whatever, you didn't know anyway.

He forced his boxers down, letting his cock spring free. He groans at the sight of you still clothed, and so he curls his finger around your panties, pulling it aside, exposing your cunt to him. Hm, he's just so lucky, so lucky that you really just happened to be wearing a skirt today, how cute!!

You let out a soft gasp at the action, you can practically feel him grinning at how exposed you were to him, and it makes your cheeks flush darkly. You wish you could see him, see what he's doing behind your helpless, trapped form. But wait, why? Why do you wish you could see him? Weren't you scared just a moment ago?

"Mhm, pretty cunt. Such a pretty cunt hm?" He says, running his finger across your slick folds, eliciting a moan from your lips. He chuckles, chuckles at how stupid you were. Trying to escape, acting all scared just a few moments ago, and now you're all wet and exposed to him? The situation just makes him want to fuck you dumb, right then and there.

He starts speaking again, his voice tinged with glee. "Hm but you don't want me to be good, huh? Want me to fuck this cunt till you're screaming? Screaming for me to stop? Huh? Could've made it so much better for you, but you decided to be a stupid, dumb girl."

His frame towers over yours, you can feel his cock directly against your entrance now. He smiles, "if you wanted this, you could've just said so."

He whispers against your ear, smiling for a moment before pulling away, practically buzzing with this sick excitement within him. The tip of his cock finds its way to your cunt, and without warning, or even any preparation at all, he slams into you, with a force unlike anything ever.

"Mmphhh!!" You cry out, your sounds muffled against the pillow. This isn't fair, he doesn't get to take you like this! But you're just so pretty, he doesn't care whether you're prepared or not, he's going to take you whole, right here, right now. And he's a man of his word, so he does.

He grips onto your tied wrists as he slams into you with such inhuman force, you swear you can pass out from this already. How do you feel this good around him? It's only been a few seconds, but he swears he can just come already. You're so pure, so tight, untouched, and so pretty!! All for him right? Just for him.

His mouth hangs agape from how perfect you felt. The warmth and wetness of your pussy combined with your tightnessㅡ god, he felt dizzy. He slams into you so harsh, without any care at all, that he doesn't even realise the slight red dripping down your thighs. But you don't either, you really were being fucked so dumb, all you could think of was him, and his cock.

His movements become more frantic, and he buries himself inside of you completely, staying still for a moment before pulling back and slamming into you again.

"Mhm~ my pretty girl, s-o pretty! Gonna fuck this cunt so bad, shape it like my di-ck! Yeah? You like that? Being ruined for anyone else? Huh?" He asks, his other hand pulling onto your hair now.

You don't notice the tears that leave your eyes, and you don't care whether it was from the overwhelming feeling or the pleasure, all you cared about right now was being his sweet girl, answering him so obediently. "nngh y-yes!"

Jimin chuckles, letting go of your hair. You really were his sweet girl, he knew you'd submit to him like this. Was this so hard? Would it be so bad if you just submitted from the beginning?

He fucks into you so hard it hurts. So hard that your spine curves up to meet each of his demonic thrusts. You feel like you're going crazy, but at the same time, you don't want him to stop. You cry out, your body thrashing around a bit at how sensitive you felt by now. He leans against your torso, gently whispering. "Shh.. it's alright.. you're my sweet girl, you can take it."

And so you do. Take every thrust of him like the sweet girl you are. He likes this, he likes all of this so much, likes you so much. His movements grow more frantic, more desperate as he searches for his release.

Maybe you like it too. The way he praises you every once in a while, the way he fucks you so dumb, you see him instead of stars. You like all of it, more than you should.

Moans and cries escape from your lips as your body really truly starts giving up at this point, no-no!! He can't let that happen yet. He has to cum, he has toㅡ

He fills you up without warning, moaning softly at the way your walls clench around him, drag him back into you without you even realising it. He watches all of it, watches the way his load leaks out of you. He smiles to himself, feeling too prideful.

"So pretty!" He exclaims, slowly pulling out now, watching you with such concentration, how his cum drips from your thighs. He could watch this forever.

He smiles, oh waitㅡ he's getting distracted! Can't let all his cum leave your pretty cunt! In a hurry, he scoops some of it up, just to push it back into your whole, eliciting a cry from you. Oh, poor sweet girl. He pouts his lips, staring at the sight before him. Your legs trembling, your pretty cunt now abused, puffy and red. But he enjoys this, enjoys it way too much. He's certain that he has you locked with him forever now. So, once he's done pushing his cum back into you, tucking it away nicely, cupping your pussy lips with his hand to prevent any more from leaking, he finally unties you, unties the pretty ribbons.

He doesn't forget to savour your taste though. "Mhmm.. my sweet girl, so good." He murmurs before pulling you against him with ease. There he is! There's the kind, gentle jimin again. He lies down with you in his arms, his hands running through the strands of your hair as he pulls a blanket over you two.

"You did so good, my sweet doll. Should've been so nice to me since the start then, hm? All mine, yeah?" He whispers, holding you close to him.

"All yours." You whispered back. You accept your fate, accept that you're his, accept how you like being his, it really couldn't get any better than this, hm? The thought of being with him, being his, makes your heart flutter. Hmm, maybe he is sick, twisted, but you? You were no better than him.

ㅡ A song for you

Genre : Fluff, Slight Angst? idol!jimin × reader

Summary : Jimin has been distant lately, lost in rehearsals and schedules. But tonight, he comes back to you with something special—something that speaks louder than words. ☾ .𖥔 ݁ ˖

Author's note : i'm writing after a really long time so i have no idea if anyone will like this, but i hope you guys enjoy! <3

The rain had been falling for hours. You watched as tiny droplets slid down the apartment window, tracing their slow, aimless paths before disappearing into the dark. The city outside was alive—cars honking, people rushing under umbrellas—but inside, it was quiet. Too quiet.

You pulled the sleeves of Jimin’s oversized hoodie over your hands, trying to find comfort in the lingering scent of him. It had been days since you had last seen him, and even longer since you’d had a real conversation. His texts were short, his calls rushed. "Sorry, practice ran late. I’ll call you tomorrow. Miss you."

You knew he was busy. That was part of loving someone like him—an idol, a star. But knowing didn’t make it easier.

A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you leaned your head against the couch. Just as you were about to reach for your phone, the familiar sound of the front door unlocking made your heart jump.

Jimin stepped inside, shaking the rain from his hair. His black hoodie clung to him, damp from the weather, and his cheeks were flushed pink from the cold.

You stood up immediately. “Jimin?”

His tired eyes softened when they met yours. “Hey,” he breathed, shutting the door behind him. He let his bag slip from his shoulder, kicking off his shoes. “You’re still up.”

You crossed your arms. “Hard to sleep when my boyfriend has been MIA.”

Jimin winced, running a hand through his wet hair. “I know. I’m sorry.”

You sighed, not wanting to argue. “Did you even eat?”

He grinned sheepishly. “Maybe a snack between rehearsals?”

Shaking your head, you walked past him to the kitchen, already grabbing a bowl of leftover soup from the fridge. “You need to take better care of yourself.”

As you placed the bowl in the microwave, you felt his arms wrap around your waist from behind. His chin rested on your shoulder, his body warm despite the chill from outside.

"I missed you." he murmured, his voice tinged with exhaustion.

Your heart clenched, but you refused to let him off that easily. “You sure? You’ve been too busy to say more than two words to me lately.”

Jimin sighed, pulling back just enough to spin you around and face him. His dark eyes searched yours. “I know,” he admitted softly. “That’s why I came here. I have something for you.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Unless it’s a time machine that lets us get back all the nights you missed, I’m not sure—”

Jimin cut you off with a small, teasing smile. “Just sit,” he said, leading you back to the couch. He reached for the guitar resting against the wall—his guitar, the one he rarely played in front of anyone.

Your breath caught. “Jimin…?”

He sat down beside you, adjusting the instrument in his lap before meeting your gaze. “Just listen.”

Then, he started playing.

The first few notes were soft, hesitant, but the moment his voice joined the melody, the room changed. Jimin’s voice was always beautiful—smooth like honey, rich with emotion—but this was different. It wasn’t the polished, perfected sound of an idol on stage. It was raw. Personal.

The lyrics spoke of quiet mornings tangled in sheets, of stolen glances across crowded rooms, of whispered confessions in the dead of night. They spoke of waiting, of longing, of loving someone from a distance but never letting go.

They spoke of you.

Tears pricked at your eyes before you even realised it, but you blinked them away.

Jimin’s voice wavered slightly as he sang the last note, his fingers stilling on the strings. He exhaled, looking at you nervously. “I wrote it for you,” he admitted, biting his lip. “I know I haven’t been around, but… I needed you to know that no matter how far I am, no matter how busy I get, you’re always here.” He reached out, gently pressing his hand over your heart.

You let out a shaky laugh, wiping at your eyes. “You’re such an idiot.”

Jimin blinked. “Wait—what?”

You sniffled, shaking your head with a smile. “You didn’t have to go and write me a whole song, Jimin. I just needed you to show up.”

He let out a breath of relief, his lips curling into a lopsided grin. “So… you liked it?”

Instead of answering, you lunged forward, wrapping your arms around his neck. He let out a surprised laugh before pulling you in tightly, his warmth chasing away every lonely night you had spent missing him.

“I missed you,” you whispered against his shoulder.

Jimin sighed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I missed you more.”

Outside, the rain continued to fall, the world moving on. But in that moment, with Jimin’s arms around you and his song still lingering in the air, nothing else mattered.