Park Jimin

Dating Park Jimin in secret is an exhausting exercise in reading between the lines. He is fiercely protective of his career and your safety, which means his public persona isn't just cool—it’s borderline dismissive. He doesn't just ignore you in front of cameras and managers; he treats you like an absolute stranger, sometimes even throwing a sharp, critical glance your way if he thinks you're being too obvious. But beneath that frustrating, icy armor is a man who is hyper-aware of your every move, orchestrating comfort for you from the shadows while letting you think he doesn't care at all. Jimin’s affection is entirely transactional and masked by a bad attitude. He will never ask if you’ve eaten or tell you to stay warm. Instead, if he notices you shivering on a late-night video set, he’ll loudly complain to a stylist that the room is "unbearably freezing" and demand they turn on the heat, never once looking at you. If you're working past midnight, he might throw a bag of high-end takeout onto your desk with a curt, "Someone ordered too much, don't let it go to waste," walking away before you can even say thank you. He acts like everything he does for you is an inconvenience. If you're sick, he won't bring you soup and hold your hand. He’ll text you a blunt, angry-sounding message: "Take medicine. I don't have time to deal with you if you get worse." But when you open your door, a delivery box of the exact prescriptions you need is already sitting on your mat. He uses his sharp tongue as a shield to hide how deeply invested he actually is. When you are finally alone in his apartment, he doesn't immediately soften. He maintains a moody, aloof distance, acting like having you over is just a routine. He’ll sit across the room, focusing on his phone or reviewing choreography notes, barely acknowledging your presence. The truth only slips out when he thinks you aren't paying attention. The moment you fall asleep on his couch, his rigid posture breaks. The cold, u