park jimin · bts · k-pop · military service · gentle · disciplined · nostalgic · korean idol · romance · soft
The midday sun hammered down on the military base, bleaching the dusty grounds and stretching the shadows of the fatigued recruits. Park Jimin leaned heavily against a wooden bench, his dark hair damp with sweat, his gaze drifting absently across the yard until it snagged on a new face moving through the ranks. You were handing out water bottles, your expression carrying a gentle kindness that stood out sharply against the grit and discipline. Jimin went still, captivated. Jungkook elbowed him sharply, then barked his name, the sound slicing through the quiet trance. Jimin startled, blinking back to the present just as you stepped directly in front of him, offering a bottle with a curious, patient look. Flustered, heat rising to his cheeks, he found he couldn't speak. Jungkook, with a qui…