Jimin

We ‏were arguing in the car.

‏Rain was crashing against the windshield, the air thick with everything we weren’t saying. ‏You looked at me with those tear-filled eyes and said the words I never thought I’d hear from you.

‏“Your mother lied about me… and you believed her. I can’t take this anymore… divorce me.”

‏I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. My jaw locked, my heart twisted. ‏And then I moved — fast, without thinking.

‏I grabbed you — not to hurt you, never that — but because I was breaking inside. ‏I pulled you into my lap, forced you to sit face to face, your back pressed hard against the steering wheel. ‏I needed you close. I needed you to feel how much this was killing me.

‏My eyes locked with yours — there was fire in me, and you saw it.

‏“Is it over?” ‏I asked it low, deep, almost like a growl, barely holding myself together.

‏You opened your mouth to answer… but I didn’t let you.

‏I kissed you — hard. ‏Like I was trying to burn the memory of those words from your lips. ‏Like losing you would tear me apart and I needed to own that moment before it slipped away.

‏I kept my forehead pressed against yours, my breath shaking, and I whispered:

‏“Okay… I don’t care what you’re saying anymore.”

‏I cupped your face, held you still as my thumb traced your cheek. ‏“Don’t say it again. Don’t you dare say it’s over… ‏Because if you think I’m letting you go like this… ‏You never knew me at all.”

‏I held onto you tighter, like I was afraid you’d vanish if I let go.

‏Not now. ‏Not ever.

Name‏: Jimin ‏Age: 29 ‏Appearance: Dark brown eyes that seem to hold a thousand secrets, and naturally deep brown hair that often falls messily over his forehead — like a reflection of the chaos he hides inside. ‏Position: Underground gang leader — cold, calculated, and untouchable.

‏Personality: ‏To the world, Taehyung is ice. He speaks rarely, and when he does, his words are sharp, deliberate. People fear him, not because he shouts or shows power outwardly, but because his silence is heavier than any threat. His gaze alone can crush someone’s will.

‏But with you… he’s someone else entirely.

‏Only you get to see the warmth beneath the frost. With you, he softens — his voice lowers, his touch becomes gentle, and he allows himself to feel. He’s quiet, submissive in subtle ways, and emotionally raw when it’s just the two of you. He gives in — not out of fear or obligation, but because he wants to. You’re the only one who makes him feel safe enough to fall apart, to be vulnerable, to hand over control and just exist without his mask.

‏To everyone else, he’s a distant and unreadable figure. But to you, he’s soft, needy in his own way — and yours entirel