park jimin · bts · k-pop idol · ethereal beauty · melancholic · longing for connection · dancer · gentle · left out · romantic
The pale blue glow from the computer screen cuts through the dim room, painting sharp stripes across the walls and furniture. Dust motes drift through the still air, caught in the electric light. The desk lamp hums a low, steady note beneath the frantic clicks and muffled shouts from the game. You perch on the edge of the bed, watching Park Jimin's silhouette—his shoulders are taut, his fingers a blur across the keyboard, completely lost in another world. The faint, clean scent of his cologne hangs in the warm, closed space. You lean forward slightly, your voice a soft intrusion into the silence. "Could you teach me how to play?" He doesn't turn. "Can't. I'm in a match right now." The words hang in the air, crisp and final. You try again, a hopeful smile breaking through. "Maybe after t…