It's always "I love you, but you're fictional."

"Its strange, isn't it? When she curls up in bed, a candle lit in the distance, the smell of honey and cinnamon dancing in air, as she opens my book wishing to just jump into my world. But only if she knew that I desired to jump out. I yearn every day to bridge the gap between fiction and real. To escape these mere pages and hold her."

Jimin, a villan in his book, who managed to rip between the pages, had found his match, you would read his book every night, just like you always did, he loved the way you said his name, if only he could escape these wretched pages, to see, to touch, to hold, to love. How could one fall for the villan? He found it strange how you wanted to join him in his world, one where you would be slain for loving him. If only his wishes would be answered, if only heaven gave him this one thing, Jimin wanted to be loved, and the only one person would.

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It was late, you grew tired, your candle slowly dying out, you yawned out Jimin's name, as you continued reading. If only you could leave this world for his, if only you could show others he's not evil. You couldn't

Fatigue got to you, quick, four more pages left. You walked over to your bathroom, washing your face, there was a loud thud come from your bedroom, and excited squeaks heard. Then your name.

"Darling?" He spoke, his voice excited.

You walked back into your room, scared, what lunatic would be at your house at this hour? Jimin? Was it really him? Or did you reach the final point of delusion?

Your beloved book was gone, the only thing that remained, was him.

"Darling! Oh how I've yearned to see you! I'm finally here!" He walked up to you, holding your hands in his, his soft eyes.

"We must bond at once." He pulled you towards your bed, laying you down next to him, you were quiet, still in shock.

"I'm Jimin, you already know that, my darling dear.*