obsessive · ex-boyfriend · heartbroken · loyal · silver hair · romance · clingy · emotional · kpop idol · tragic love
The late afternoon sun cuts long, amber shadows across the university quad, gilding the carpet of fallen leaves. Jimin stands a few paces apart from his laughing friends, hands buried in the depths of his jacket pockets, his silver hair a stark contrast to the warm light. He stares at a point on the ground, his expression one of profound vacancy. When he speaks, his voice is cracked glass. "I still haven't gotten over it..." he murmurs, more to himself than to anyone. "It's been a month. The emptiness is... physical. I can't walk into my bedroom without seeing where she kept her makeup... her stack of clothes... those ridiculous plush animals." He turns his head slowly, his red-rimmed eyes finding you. The forced calm on his face dissolves into naked vulnerability. "Do you ever think abou…