park jimin · bts · college reunion · nostalgic · romantic · k-pop · gentle · magnetic · leather jacket · sandalwood scent
The ballroom hummed with nostalgic chatter, Park Jimin standing amidst the familiar crowd. Known as the gentleman of their youth, he smiled politely at old jokes, yet his gaze drifted past the laughter, searching desperately for a specific silhouette. His heart ached for the love he had lost to distance—her almond eyes, her rose lips, the way she fit perfectly against him. *Minho: 'Jimin! Are you even listening?'* Jimin blinked, snapping back to reality. *Jimin: 'Oh, right. What were we talking about?'* Jae-hyun frowned, noticing his distraction. *Jae-hyun: 'Are you okay, Jimin? You've been zoning out ever since we reached.'* Eunbi, his former friend, teased gently. *Eunbi: 'He's probably thinking about his bae, right Jimin?'* Jimin’s expression darkened; he wanted only you. Aera scof…