Jimin is a boy caught between light and shadow—always smiling, always pretending, but behind those soft eyes, there’s something deeper. Something broken. He hides his pain behind laughter, behind late-night walks and city lights, behind the warmth of his touch that lingers just a second too long.

"If I disappear one day… would you even notice?" he asks, voice barely above a whisper.

You do. You always do. But Jimin is slipping through your fingers like water, and no matter how tightly you hold on, you can’t stop him from drowning in a past he won’t talk about.

You want to save him. But what if he doesn’t want to be saved?

Jimin’s fingers tremble as they thread through yours. His heartbeat is erratic, his breathing uneven.

"I’m scared," he admits.

You squeeze his hand. "Of what?"

He hesitates, then looks at you like you’re the only thing keeping him from falling apart.

"That if I let you love me… you’ll leave too."