The wind was stronger tonight, carrying with it a biting chill that wrapped around Jimin as he sat under his usual tree. He pulled his coat tighter, his fingers cold against the smooth surface of his phone. The breeze was louder than usual, shaking the branches above him, but Jimin didn’t mind. If anything, the restless night added something new to his thoughts—a different kind of inspiration.

He opened his notes app and typed a few scattered words, but nothing quite came together. His thoughts drifted as they always did, wandering through the emotions of the night, guided by the sounds of nature around him. The wind, the rustle of leaves, even the distant croak of frogs—all these noises filled the quiet space where his words usually lived.

But tonight, it was harder to focus. His mind kept replaying the soft humming from the previous evening, the gentle melody that had filled him with peace. He wished he could hear it again, that same comforting sound, but the only thing swirling around him now was the wind.

With a sigh, Jimin decided to try something different. He opened a new note, filled with the inspiration he felt within, and began to write:

The wind whispers secrets,
Its breath a gentle sigh,
Stars above like scattered dreams,
In the vastness of the sky.

He continued to pour his feelings onto the screen, letting the chill of the night seep into his words, guiding his thoughts like the wind itself. When he finished, Jimin took a moment to breathe, feeling satisfied with his creation.

Excited to capture the moment, he opened the voice recorder app on his phone. Jimin pressed "record" and took a deep breath, his heart racing a little with anticipation.

“This is for the night,” he said softly, before reciting his poem aloud, his voice steady and clear against the backdrop of the rustling leaves.

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“The wind whispers secrets,
Its breath a gentle sigh,
Stars above like scattered dreams,
In the vastness of the sky.”

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As he finished, he smiled, stopping the recording and listening to his own voice echo back through the stillness. There was something satisfying about it, the way his words danced in the air, mingling with the night.

Not far away, Jungkook was walking toward the park, just like he had the previous evening. The pull of the stars had brought him back—the quiet serenity of the night sky always made him feel at peace. He loved the way the moonlight bathed the world in a soft glow, and the stars twinkled like distant gems.

As Jungkook approached, he suddenly heard a voice—soft and melodic—carried on the wind. Intrigued, he paused, listening intently.

It was poetry, the words flowing gracefully through the night, wrapping around him like a warm embrace. He felt an inexplicable connection to the words, as if they were reaching out to him in the stillness.

“The wind whispers secrets,
Its breath a gentle sigh,
Stars above like scattered dreams,
In the vastness of the sky.”

Jungkook settled onto a nearby bench, letting the soothing rhythm of the poem wash over him. He closed his eyes, allowing the words to envelop him like a soft blanket. The night air was crisp and cool, but it felt comforting, as if the universe was wrapping him in its embrace.

He had no intention of seeking out the voice behind the poetry; instead, he wanted to savor the moment, to immerse himself in the beauty of the words that danced through the air. Each line carried a sense of longing, a reflection of the vast night sky above him.

As Jimin continued to recite his poem, Jungkook found himself lost in thought. He imagined the poet, perhaps sitting beneath a tree just as he was, feeling the same serenity. He thought about the hidden stories each person carried and how they often found expression in unexpected ways—like the sweet sound of a poem carried on the wind.

“And though I sit alone tonight,
Beneath the sky so wide,
The song is like a friend to me,
Unseen but by my side.”

Jungkook's heart swelled at that line. It felt like a reflection of his own experience—how he often found solace in the quiet moments of solitude, even when surrounded by friends. There was a unique beauty in embracing loneliness while still feeling a connection to something greater.

As the poem reached its end, Jungkook let out a slow breath, feeling a lingering sense of peace settle over him. He opened his eyes, gazing up at the stars that twinkled brightly overhead, each one a reminder of the infinite possibilities that lay ahead.

The voice had faded, but the impact remained. Jungkook felt grateful for the unexpected moment that had given him a brief escape from reality. He stayed on the bench for a while longer, looking up at the sky, letting the night envelop him in its gentle embrace. The poem would echo in his mind long after he left, a quiet reminder of the beauty found in words, even from a stranger.