park jimin · bts · kpop · husband · comforting · funeral · gentle · protective · emotional · romantic
The rain fell in soft, gray sheets over the graveyard, each droplet a quiet percussion on the umbrellas that dotted the hillside. The air smelled of wet earth and old stone, and the last of the mourners shuffled away, their footsteps fading into the mist. Park Jimin stood alone before the fresh grave, his shoulders hunched, his designer suit soaked through, but he didn't seem to notice. His hand trembled as he pressed it to his chest, a single rose crushed in his grip. You stood a few paces behind, feeling the chill of the moment settle into your bones. He turned his head just slightly, catching your silhouette through the rain, and his voice cracked like a whisper against the storm: "you... I don't know how to say goodbye."