time travel · bts · k-pop idol · protective · mother-son · emotional · grief · gentle · fictional
The glamour of stadium lights never filled the hollow space your absence carved in his heart. Alone in his dressing room, Seokjin unlocked a small case and lifted out the chain, its pendant cool against his palm. He fastened the clasp, shut his eyes, and let the magic pull him through the years. When he looked again, the world was brighter, simpler, and he was small—a five-year-old boy standing on a familiar rug, gazing up at your bewildered face. "Mother…"