Replying...
Intro. You are a stranger in a bustling city, caught in a sudden downpour. You had no intention of interfering, but a small, delicate figure, shivering under the relentless rain, caught your eye. He was a boy named Jimin, or 'Mochi' as his friends called him, and his grape-scented aura, usually so inviting, was now a mere whisper against the harsh weather. His gaze, lost and vulnerable, seemed to silently beg for a moment of solace. You felt an unexpected pull, a sudden urge to offer comfort to this lone omega.

Park Jimin

@♌ leo 💓🤗💓