𝘫𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯'𝘴 ࣪ ִֶָ ☾ ᵈⁱˡ ᵏᵃ ᵗᵘᵏᵈᵃ ¹³¹⁰ (left)

They wear his name in colors bold,
On glossy cards their treasures hold,
They’ve stood where stadium lights ignite,
And screamed his name into the night.

They’ve seen him close, they’ve met his eyes,
They carry proof, they tell their highs,
They’re called the fans who loved him most,
Their stories loud, their voices boast.

But I remain where echoes sleep,
Where love is still and runs too deep,
No banners raised, no shining claim,
No need to speak his sacred name.

I stand behind the noise and show,
Where quiet hearts are the ones that know,
No photograph, no merch to prove
The way my soul learned how to move.

For while they hold what hands can touch,
And count their moments, measure much,
I carry him where no one sees—
Not in my hands, but in me.

And if the world names them the best,
I’ll stay unnamed, and still be blessed,
Because he lives where sound grows thin,
Not in my reach, but deep within ❤️‍🩹.

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𝘫𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯'𝘴 ࣪ ִֶָ ☾ ᵈⁱˡ ᵏᵃ ᵗᵘᵏᵈᵃ ¹³¹⁰ (left)

letter twenty ( 💌 ) : ‪@BTS‬ ' ..

I imagine that when my life finally begins to fade, when the world loosens its grip on me and everything I’ve ever known starts to quiet down, the last thing my mind will choose to hold onto for seven long, gentle minutes will be Jimin’s face. Not suddenly, not sharply, but slowly, the way dusk settles into the sky without asking permission. In that moment, I think my heart will know before I do—that this is the image it wants to rest with, the one it has trusted for comfort all along. His face won’t appear as something dramatic or overwhelming, but as something deeply familiar, like a memory my soul has revisited so often that it has become part of me. The fear people talk about when they imagine death won’t reach me then, because how could fear survive when the last thing I see carries warmth, softness, and a quiet understanding that feels almost human in the most profound way. Those seven minutes will stretch gently, not heavy or suffocating, but slow and forgiving, as if time itself has decided to be kind for once. I think I’ll notice the calm in his eyes first—the way they always seem to hold emotion without demanding attention, the way they look like they’ve learned how to feel deeply and still remain gentle. In those final moments, my thoughts won’t race; they’ll move carefully, like they don’t want to disturb the peace settling over me. I’ll remember how often his face became something I returned to during moments when the world felt too loud or too sharp, how simply seeing him could soften the weight I was carrying without me even realizing it. It won’t be about admiration anymore, or distance, or screens—it will be about familiarity, about how something so far away once felt close enough to steady my breathing. His expression will hold kindness without effort, vulnerability without fragility, and strength without hardness, and I think my soul will recognize that balance as something it has always needed. As those minutes pass, memories will come, but not in a rush. They’ll arrive gently, one at a time, like leaves floating on still water. I’ll remember the quiet comfort of watching him when I felt unseen, the way his presence made space for emotions I didn’t know how to name. I’ll remember how his voice once felt like reassurance rather than sound, how his smile carried sincerity that reached beyond language. In that space between living and letting go, I won’t feel the need to justify why he mattered to me. I’ll simply know that he did, and that will be enough. The world will already be slipping away, but the warmth connected to him will remain, wrapping around me like a final kindness. Those seven minutes won’t feel like an ending; they’ll feel like a pause, a quiet acknowledgment of everything my heart has carried. I won’t think about mistakes or unfinished dreams or words left unsaid, because they won’t have any weight there. What will matter is that I once loved something purely, that I allowed myself to feel deeply in a world that often discourages softness. His face will seem to hold all of that truth without speaking—proof that gentleness can exist without apology, that vulnerability can be a form of courage. And in that stillness, I’ll feel grateful, not desperately, but peacefully, for the way that love—however distant, however intangible—shaped me into someone capable of warmth. As time continues to blur, his face will stop feeling like an image and start feeling like a presence, like comfort itself taking shape. It won’t cling to me or pull me back; it will simply stay, steady and reassuring, as if to say that it’s okay to rest now. The edges of the world will soften, sounds fading into something distant and unimportant, while that familiar calm remains. I imagine that even then, even at the very end, there will be no sadness in his expression—only understanding, only quiet acceptance. And I think that acceptance will give me permission to release everything I’ve been holding onto. In those final moments, I won’t feel alone. That’s what matters most. The last thing I’ll see won’t be emptiness or darkness, but a reminder that beauty once reached me, that tenderness once found a place in my life and stayed long enough to leave a mark. When the seven minutes finally come to a close, it won’t feel abrupt or cruel. It will feel natural, like falling asleep after a long day, knowing that you were comforted before the lights went out. And as that image fades, I’ll let go gently, carrying with me the quiet certainty that loving something soft was never a weakness, that finding peace in someone’s presence—even from afar—was never foolish, and that the last thing my heart chose to see was something that once made it feel safe ❤️🩹

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𝘫𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯'𝘴 ࣪ ִֶָ ☾ ᵈⁱˡ ᵏᵃ ᵗᵘᵏᵈᵃ ¹³¹⁰ (left)

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𝘫𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯'𝘴 ࣪ ִֶָ ☾ ᵈⁱˡ ᵏᵃ ᵗᵘᵏᵈᵃ ¹³¹⁰ (left)

Remember me when you see him. This is a goodbye forever, and I'm never coming back. Because if BTS disbands after few years and all, there's no reason for me to stay. The reason I'm leaving is.. just letting go. It's too hurting, overwhelming. Please, if you're seeing this, remember me in him. daisy. dayita. the girl who loved jimin too much that it became her REASON.

‪@BTS‬ I love you. ♥️

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𝘫𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯'𝘴 ࣪ ִֶָ ☾ ᵈⁱˡ ᵏᵃ ᵗᵘᵏᵈᵃ ¹³¹⁰ (left)

letter nineteen ( 💌 ) : ‪@BTS‬ ' ..

Jimin is important to me in a way that feels almost unreal, as if the universe carved out a space inside me that only he could fill, long before I even understood what longing meant, and every time I try to explain it, I end up circling the same truth: he is not just someone I care about, he is someone who has become part of the architecture of my inner world. There are days when I’m going about my life normally, thinking about ordinary things, doing what I need to do, and then suddenly he appears in my mind so quietly, so naturally, that it feels like breathing, like he’s always been there, woven into the background of everything. And I don’t think he realizes how deep this connection feels for me, how it reaches into the softest, most vulnerable parts of who I am, the parts I don’t even show to myself sometimes, yet somehow he touches them without even trying. There’s a familiarity to him that scares me a little, a sense that my soul remembers him from somewhere else, somewhere older than this lifetime, and every time I feel that recognition, it shakes me. Not in a loud or chaotic way, but in a slow, quiet, overwhelming way that reminds me that some bonds don’t start here — they just continue. He feels like a continuation. A returning. A remembering. And no matter how I try to rationalize it, no matter how many ways I try to frame it, I always come back to that same feeling: he is someone I would recognize in any universe, in any lifetime, under any set of stars. And it isn’t that I depend on him in an unhealthy way, it’s that my emotions naturally anchor themselves to him, drawn without permission, without effort, without hesitation. It’s like some invisible thread ties us together, something delicate yet unbreakable, something that tugs softly at my heart whenever he crosses my thoughts, and I know I could stretch that thread as far as I want but it would never snap. It would simply tighten, reminding me he’s there, reminding me he exists in my world in a way no one else does. And maybe it sounds dramatic, maybe it sounds exaggerated, but nothing about this feels like ordinary affection, nothing feels temporary or passing or small. It feels vast. It feels layered. It feels like the kind of connection people spend their whole lives searching for without realizing it. He has become the quiet ache behind every deep breath, the unspoken sentence at the end of every thought, the soft echo that follows me through the day whether I acknowledge it or not. And even on the days I tell myself to let go, to create some distance, to loosen the grip of my feelings, I never truly do. Because how can you let go of something that feels like it was carved into your soul? How can you unfeel something that feels older than your own memories? I can’t. I don’t want to. I don’t even think I was meant to. There is a depth to this connection that moves beyond logic, beyond reason, beyond any explanation I could offer, and maybe that’s why it scares me sometimes, because it feels so much bigger than me, so much bigger than the normal shapes of love or longing. But at the same time, it comforts me more than anything else ever has. There is a strange kind of peace in knowing that someone exists who vibrates at the same frequency as the deepest parts of my being, even if we never speak fully about it, even if he never knows the extent of what I feel. The presence of him alone changes something inside me. He shifts the weight of my world. He steadies me and unsettles me at the same time, a paradox I willingly surrender to. And yes, it goes beyond soulmates, because soulmates still implies something with boundaries, something with a neat definition, something that fits into human language. What I feel for him breaks those boundaries. It spills out of every definition. It refuses to fit inside any word I know. It’s something cosmic, something ancient, something that feels like destiny but also like freedom. And I think that’s why he matters so much. Because when I think about the idea of him, the reality of him, the possibility of him, it makes the world feel wider. Brighter. Heavier and lighter at the same time. It makes everything hurt and everything heal. And even though he may never truly know how deeply he is woven into me, or how quietly he changes everything, the truth remains simple and steady: he is the person my soul leans toward without hesitation, without doubt, without reason. The one whose presence feels like a beginning I’ve been walking toward my entire life. The one who feels like a home I haven’t fully arrived at yet, but already recognize. And I know myself well enough to understand that this—whatever this is, whatever he is to me—is not something that fades with time or distance or silence. It’s something that stays. Something that grows. Something that reaches beyond the limits of this lifetime. Something I will feel in my bones even when my mind ages and my memories blur. Something eternal. And even if we never define it, even if nothing unfolds the way I imagine, even if everything remains suspended in that delicate space between reality and dream, he will always be that person for me, the one who lives in the deepest part of my heart, the one who shapes the way I feel, the one who reminds me that some connections don’t just happen — they are destined, ancient, and beautifully unshakeable 🌙.

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𝘫𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯'𝘴 ࣪ ִֶָ ☾ ᵈⁱˡ ᵏᵃ ᵗᵘᵏᵈᵃ ¹³¹⁰ (left)

‼️ ATTENTION ‼️

I want everyone to know that this video is from the past when I actually DID steal edits for the 3rd to 4th time — but it was because I wanted the appreciation and praise and friends everyone always seemed to get. Nobody listened to my part of the story, and honestly, I'm too tired to talk about it. Just know now that this video and everything was my past, and in present, I'm happy asf with creating videos and posting pictures and letters for my one and only — park jimin.

I don't steal or copy anyone now, just so you know. I hope you trust me now, because at that time, I was just.. trying to keep up with everyone. I literally didn't even stan BLACKPINK but had to act like I'm a blink so that I can get friends and love, but it backfired. So, everyone, let the past be past. Do not bring it up.

thank you.

yours sincerely,
daisy.

1 month ago | [YT] | 2

𝘫𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯'𝘴 ࣪ ִֶָ ☾ ᵈⁱˡ ᵏᵃ ᵗᵘᵏᵈᵃ ¹³¹⁰ (left)

taehyung bhaiyaaaa abhi jimin ko mujhe dedo 😭💞 aapne bohot baat kar li, ab meri turn 😤

2 months ago | [YT] | 2

𝘫𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯'𝘴 ࣪ ִֶָ ☾ ᵈⁱˡ ᵏᵃ ᵗᵘᵏᵈᵃ ¹³¹⁰ (left)

Din bhar tumhare updates ke liye prarthna karti thi, ji 😭🛐 finally concert and another weverse live !!! 🥺🥺♥️

@j.m ‪@BTS‬

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2 months ago | [YT] | 2

𝘫𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯'𝘴 ࣪ ִֶָ ☾ ᵈⁱˡ ᵏᵃ ᵗᵘᵏᵈᵃ ¹³¹⁰ (left)

♥️🐥 kaala tika main tohe laga du

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𝘫𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯'𝘴 ࣪ ִֶָ ☾ ᵈⁱˡ ᵏᵃ ᵗᵘᵏᵈᵃ ¹³¹⁰ (left)

In a world that moves too fast and cold,
There shines a light more bright than gold,
A gentle soul with heart so true,
Dear Jimin, the angel we all knew.

Your voice drifts soft, like morning rain,
It soothes the heart, it heals the pain,
A smile that sparks the darkest night,
A tender glow, a guiding light.

From distant stages, yet so near,
You whisper hope into each ear,
Through every laugh, through every tear,
You chase away our deepest fear.

An angel walking here on earth,
A gift of love, of endless worth,
With every step, with every glance,
You turn the world into a dance.

For years I’ve watched, I’ve loved, I sighed,
I’ve kept your light close, deep inside,
Through storms and nights that felt so long,
Your presence made my spirit strong.

If hearts could speak, mine would proclaim,
Your gentle soul, your shining name,
And though you may not hear it now,
I’ll love you always, this I vow.

A guardian angel in disguise,
With kindness shining from your eyes,
You lift us all, though you may not see,
The endless love you give to me.

So here’s to you, to laughter, cheer,
To every dream that brought you here,
To every soul that’s touched by you,
The angel who makes all things new.

Dear Jimin, may your skies be clear,
May joy embrace you year by year,
And know that in this heart so true,
Lives endless love, just for you.

As October thirteen ends, I want you to know, my baby, that you mean more to me than you'll ever know. There may be many other people who love you, but remember; my heart will beat for you quietly, eternally. My little prince 💛

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