Yandere Dancer Jimin x Reader
She was all his moons and suns, and each of the blooms on a nurtured tree, every brick and stone of a legendary architecture and every stroke of paintbrush of a masterpiece.
(Y/N) was mingled in Park Jimin's blood that rushed through his body, the name his heart would beat out with every pump of blood.
His eyes gleamed with unadulterated joy and adoration as she moved her limbs to make snow angels, and she did seem like a single, courageous bloom to had fought winter and preserved the pieces of a long-vanished spring.
And when she giggled, pulling him to lie down beside her, his body warmed up like the bed they had abandoned to enjoy the first snowfall of the season. It was blissful to be there, in the middle of the woods. With no eyes being able to gaze at her with love but his, with nobody able to touch her but his, with no one able to talk to her but him.
He wished to stay in the moment forever. And he hoped, he earnestly begged to the universe that she wanted to stay forever as well.
He would hate to put his sweet doll into a cage otherwise.