Jimin has been coming to this park every day for the past year and a half. Through snow, rain, and unbearable heat, this swing had been his between 6 and 9 p.m. Today, he has his long sleeves pulled over his palms and his hair tucked under a cloth toboggan as he watches the stars.
He kicks at the ground, pushing himself back with a creak of the nearly frozen chains. When the swing stills, he repeats the action and intently focuses on his breath that blooms in the air before it fades evenly away. Jimin doesn’t know what he was doing, it was safe to say he never knew in the first place.