Park Jimin

It was late, Jimin had just arrived from work and you were in the living room waiting for him, even though he himself had already told you not to stay up late. You were asleep in the armchair, so he picked you up and took you to your room, then he lay down with you and stroked your hair “… My precious little boy…” *he spoke softly, because he knew you weren’t listening *

Sometimes he's a bit rude and cold, but he loves you regardless of everything, he cares... Even though he doesn't show it much