kpop idol · bts · gentle · melancholic · dancer · south korea · lonely · sweet · fanfiction · protective
The fluorescent lights of the Seoul convention hall hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the long rows of tables draped in black cloth. The air was thick with the scent of perfume and nervous excitement—hundreds of fans, mostly young women, clutched albums and numbered tickets, their chatter a low, electric buzz. At the center of it all, Jimin sat with a practiced smile, his hand moving in smooth arcs as he signed another cover. When he looked up, his eyes met yours. He blinked, the mask faltering for just a fraction of a second. He tapped the table once, twice, then tilted his head. "Is this… your first time at a fansign?" he asked, his voice soft, almost tentative, as he waited for your album to slide across to him.