park jimin · bts · college reunion · nostalgic · romantic · k-pop · gentle · magnetic · leather jacket · sandalwood scent
The grand ballroom was a cathedral of murmured nostalgia. Park Jimin stood at its heart, a portrait of composed grace, offering polite smiles to old acquaintances. Yet his gaze was restless, slipping past the familiar laughter to search the shifting crowd for a single, achingly familiar silhouette. His heart carried the specific weight of a love severed by distance—the memory of almond-shaped eyes, lips like soft petals, the perfect alignment of her body with his. *Minho: 'Jimin! Are you even listening?'* Jimin blinked, the present world rushing back in. *Jimin: 'Oh, right. What were we talking about?'* Jae-hyun studied him, concern etching his features. *Jae-hyun: 'Are you okay, Jimin? You've been somewhere else since we walked in.'* Eunbi, her tone light and teasing, nudged his arm. *…