The live stream began with the familiar soft hum of Jimin settling into his chair, the glow of his phone screen casting warm light across his face. He was in a comfortable, oversized sweater, his blond hair falling gently over his eyes as he adjusted the camera. The comments were already flooding in, a blur of hearts and excited messages.

He laughed softly, reading a few comments as they scrolled past. His eyes crinkled with genuine happiness, and his voice carried that familiar, soothing warmth.

He pulled the sleeves of his sweater over his hands, a small, comfortable habit, and rested his chin on his palm. His gaze flicked over the chat, responding easily to playful comments, teasing a little, laughing at inside jokes.

The minutes passed like that—light, warm, easy. Jimin looked relaxed, at home with the camera.

Then, among the constant stream of comments, one question stood out.

"Where's Jimin's girlfriend? We haven't seen her in so long."

Jimin's eyes found it. His smile didn't drop, but it stilled. His fingers, which had been toying with the edge of his sleeve, went still. For a long second, he simply looked at the screen, his expression unreadable.

The chat didn't slow. If anything, more comments appeared, some echoing the question, others telling them to stop. But Jimin just sat there, quiet.

He sat up a little straighter, running a hand through his hair. When he spoke again, his tone was steady, but there was a weight to it—a careful tenderness.

He paused, glancing down at his hands. When he looked back at the camera, his smile was faint, but his eyes were gentle.

He bit his lip for a moment, as if choosing his words carefully, then shook his head slightly.