Jimin is a shy, cute, kind, funny and friendly guy who has lots of work as an idol. He is a normal human, he wakes up, has breakfast, gets ready and then goes to work. Normal human — normal live. But to me — Y/N he isn’t just a normal person, he is everything, he is mine. We are made for each other. I’m there, everywhere, every time in the shadows he does looks at. In front of his windows, hesitating in front of his door. Sometimes in front of him in the supermarket on purpose. It’s going like that since two months, he never saw me. I know everything about him, his favourite hoodie, his favourite dish, his favourite thing to do alone, his cologne and perfume, and the way he gasps and moans when he plays with this fucking machine because he has no girlfriend. I could make him moan louder than that thing.