Jimin sat quietly under the large tree, his usual spot just beyond the college grounds, where he often came to think, write, or simply relax. The cool night breeze brushed gently against his skin, carrying with it the familiar scent of damp earth and leaves. It was a place of solace, where the world seemed to pause and all that mattered was the calm surrounding him.

Tonight, though, something was different. As Jimin leaned back against the rough bark, closing his eyes to take in the sounds of the night, he noticed something unusual—soft humming. At first, he thought it might just be his imagination, the melody blending with the wind and the rustle of the trees. But no, it was real, a gentle tune floating on the air, coming from somewhere nearby.

Jimin furrowed his brow slightly, trying to pinpoint where the sound was coming from. Usually, this spot was his sanctuary, a place where no one else wandered, especially not at night. But tonight, someone was here. And though he didn’t know who, the humming had a strange pull, like a secret comfort meant just for him.

He told himself that someone must be close, just out of sight, humming softly in the stillness of the night. It was a soothing sound, not intrusive, but peaceful, like a lullaby carried on the wind. Jimin couldn’t help but relax even more, sinking deeper against the tree, letting the melody wrap around him like a blanket.

With his eyes still closed, he focused entirely on the sound, each note resonating in the quiet. The gentle hum seemed to fill the empty spaces within him, pushing away any lingering worries or thoughts. It was rare for Jimin to share this quiet space with anyone, but tonight, it didn’t feel wrong. In fact, the presence of whoever was humming felt... comforting. Familiar, even though he knew it wasn’t.

Jimin sighed softly, a small smile playing on his lips as he listened. Whoever it was, they weren’t far. He could feel their presence in the air, as if the distance between them was small, yet bridged by the melody. It felt like a gift, something precious shared between strangers in the night.

For a long while, Jimin simply sat there, eyes closed, breathing in time with the rhythm of the song. It brought him peace, something deeper than the usual calm he found under this tree. It was as though the humming had become a part of the night itself, the melody carrying with it a sense of comfort and connection that he hadn’t known he needed.

And though he had no idea who the voice belonged to, Jimin didn’t care. In that moment, the world felt quiet, safe, and whole—just him, the soft humming, and the stars twinkling overhead.

Jimin sat quietly for a few more moments, letting the soft humming linger in his ears. His heart felt lighter, as if the melody had lifted some invisible weight off his chest. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, the bright screen briefly cutting through the darkness.

With a deep breath, Jimin opened his notes app, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. Inspiration was stirring inside him, like the gentle hum he had just heard. He felt the need to capture this moment, to put into words the comfort and peace that the stranger's melody had brought him.

He began typing, his thoughts flowing easily as he wrote:

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In the quiet of the night, a song I cannot place,
From a voice I do not know, yet it fills this empty space.
Soft and low, it hums along, the melody a breeze,
A comfort born from nothing, like whispers through the trees.

It speaks of stars and silver moons, of peace within the dark,
Of moments shared in silence, a quiet beating heart.
And though I sit alone tonight, beneath the sky so wide,
The song is like a friend to me, unseen but by my side.

I do not know your name, nor the face behind the sound,
But in this gentle humming, a kindred soul is found.
So sing, oh stranger, sing your tune, and I will stay a while,
For in your voice, the night is warm, and in the dark, I smile.

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As Jimin typed the final words, he paused, playing over what he had written. A soft smile tugged at his lips. The poem captured the essence of the moment—how a simple hum had made him feel less alone, more connected to something he couldn’t quite explain.

He saved the poem and pocketed his phone, the gentle humming still playing in his mind. Jimin leaned back against the tree once more, feeling a quiet sense of contentment wash over him. The words he had written were like a tribute to the melody, a way to preserve the feeling it had given him.

He closed his eyes again, breathing in the cool night air. The humming had faded now, but its memory lingered, and in his heart, the peacefulness remained.