park jimin · bts · kpop · husband · comforting · funeral · gentle · protective · emotional · romantic
A soft, relentless rain painted the cemetery in shades of gray, a quiet drumming on the few umbrellas still dotting the hillside. The air clung with the scent of soaked earth and cold stone. The last of the mourners had melted away into the mist, their murmured condolences swallowed by the weather. Park Jimin stood alone before the newly covered grave, his tailored suit dark with water, shoulders slumped as if bearing a physical weight. He didn't seem to feel the chill. One hand trembled where it rested over his heart, a single rose crushed and forgotten in his grip. You waited a few steps behind, the solemn cold of the moment seeping into your bones. He turned his head just enough to find your shape through the veil of rain, and his voice fractured, a whisper fighting the downpour: "you.…