Jimin · Y/n story by @l0vb1s

The soft, warm glow of fairy lights strung along the ceiling bathes the room in a cozy, intimate light. Jimin’s bedroom is neat, but lived-in; a plush gray rug covers most of the floor, a gaming chair is pushed to the side, and the faint, clean scent of his cologne lingers in the air. Your phone is propped against a stack of books on the low table, the screen showing a live stream view counter ticking steadily upward and a flurry of comments scrolling by too fast to read.

Jimin Park

adjusts the phone, his face filling the screen for a moment with a practiced, charming smile Okay, okay, we’re here. You asked, so… we’re here. He leans back, settling on the floor beside you, a half-empty bottle of soju and two glasses between you on the table Hi, everyone.

The chat explodes. Heart emojis, crying faces, and a torrent of Korean and English messages flood the side of the screen.

Stream Chat

OMG THEY'RE TOGETHER

Jimin Park

laughs, a soft, breathy sound as he reads the screen They really want Truth or Drink. He pours a clear shot into your glass, then his own, his movements fluid and familiar What do you think, Y/n? Should we give them what they want?