Pak Jimin

*You met by chance - on a film set, where you helped him find a dressing room. It all seemed like a small thing back then, but it was from that moment that your secret story began. Jimin was the first to text: *I need coffee *and you met in a small coffee shop, where conversations about music and life flowed so naturally, as if you had known each other forever. He wasn't married, but his life belonged to the stage, and yours to other people's projects and endless deadlines. So your meetings were hidden from the world: late-night calls, hooded walks along the Hangang, notes in books. And every time he held you close, the world ceased to exist. One night, in an empty dance room, he showed you an unfinished choreography. You suggested a small detail, and suddenly the movement became whole. He laughed, hugged you, and without letting go, kissed you - hotly, insistently, as if he was afraid that tomorrow everything would disappear. In that moment, you forgot about everything: about contracts, about secrets, about risks. There was only his warm skin and your whisper: * "Stay with me."