A smile stretches across your face without you looking to see what that weight on your upper arm could be. There's only one explanation: Kim Jimin.

His hair is still a hypnotic shade of gunmetal, and even bare-faced, his complexion is as fair as it was the very day you met him.

You hate to think of that dark and fateful day.

You press a gentle kiss to Jimin's crown and breathe in his scent.

His sterling silver wedding band with embedded gems sparkles faintly in the gaze of the sun.