Flashback: 04

Blinding stage lights, deafening roar of the crowd; I stood in the center of all that glory, bathed in the light of thousands of cameras flashing. The energy of stage was an intoxicating elixir, but in those moments between shows, solitary, when the spotlight faded that I loved the most. At this time, my thoughts had invariably flown to you.

Success changed everything: my name became the sound in every person's mouth; billboards showed my face, and my voice reverberated on radios and digital platforms. This whirlwind was never-ending, and it was usually overwhelming. Tangled in the mess, one thing seemed constant: I thoroughly trusted you. In a world where often it seemed trust could shatter as easily as thin glass, you were my unshakeable foundation.

But even when my popularity went through the roof, I knew it didn't amount to anything without the people who supported me through highs and lows. And then there was you, y/n-you'd been my rock: right from the beginning of it all through the innumerable auditions, tiring practice sessions, and sacrifice involved in making my dreams come true. Your belief in me-let's just say with time, undeterred-was a solace so close to my heart.

One evening, after a particularly exhilarating performance, I found myself in a quiet corner of the dressing room. The adrenaline was slowly bleeding away. My fingers instinctively found their way onto the comforting weight of my cell phone. I dialed your number, and as the line finally clicked through, greeted with your voice, comforting and familiar. The expanse between us seemed some sort of uncrossable chasm, yet it felt, for the first time in a little while, just a bit more bearable.

Hey, it's me," I said, my voice softening as if trying to reach through the miles that separated us. "How was your day?"

"Hi, Jimin," you said, the timber of your voice soothing like balm on my frayed nerves. "It was okay. I missed you today. How was the show?

"It was amazing," I said, closing my eyes and letting the exhaustion of the day melt away. "But, honestly, it's times like this-after everything's over-that I really feel how far apart we are. I just wanted to hear your voice."

There was a bit of a pause on the line, and I could feel the longing in your silence. "I missed you too; it's just not the same without you here. You have been on my mind all day long.I could almost see you, perhaps huddled in that nook of ours, and reminisce about the warmth and comfort of time we spent together. "I wish I could be there with you," I said with apparent longing. "It's strange how a world of flashing lights and perpetual noise can feel so lonely without you here.

You're not alone," you said, as determination laced your voice now. "I'm always here, cheering you on, even when it's from afar. I believe in you, Jimin, and I trust you with everything.Those words wrapped around me like a comforting embrace. "I trust you too," I said in a thick, husky voice. "Even in this crazy, unpredictable world, you're my constant. I know that no matter how much the world changes, you'll be there for me. And that means more than anything."

The line was silent-a soft, shared silence-as if we were both holding onto the connection. "It's strange," you finally said; the silence had been broken. "Even though we're apart, talking to you like this makes me feel closer to you. I'm counting down the days until I can see you again.""I feel the same," I said, the trace of a smile touching my lips despite the distance. "I hold on to these conversations, these moments when we can share how much we miss each other. It makes the separation a little easier."

"I love you, Jimin," you said softly, and I could hear the sincerity in your voice.

"I love you too," I said, my heart swelling with emotion. "More than you can imagine. I can't wait to be with you, hold you close"

Present :

The practice room was alive with the usual chatter, but I was barely keeping my head above water. The tiresomeness of rehearsals with the turbulence of my personal life felt soul-sucking. My bandmates noticed my tiredness and how depressing I looked.

"Jimin, you okay?" Namjoon's voice cut through my haze as he turned to me with concern etched on his face. "You are different today."

I forced a weak smile and tried to hide the storm of my emotions inside. "I'm just tired, Namjoon. It's nothing."

But in reality, it was everything. I hadn't been able to shake the weight of my struggles with Y/n, and it was beginning to affect me more than I realized. The sleepless nights, the endless worrying- it was all piling up on me.

Yoongi was quiet 'til then, spoke up now, his voice cutting, yet laced with concern. "You've been a mess lately, Jimin. What's going on?"

Sighing deep, I knew it was time to stop keeping the truth from him. I couldn't carry this emotional load on my own anymore. "It's Y/n," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. "Things between us are falling apart, and I'm at a loss."

The room fell dead silent as my bandmates exchanged looks, a sense of foreboding settling over them. The expression on Yoongi's face darkened at my words. "Falling apart how? What's she doing to you?"

I stammered, my mind racing. "I keep trying to reach out to her, to fix things. I've been begging her to love me again, to make things right. But it feels like she's just playing games with me. I saw her with someone else, and I feel like she's mocking me."

And with that, Yoongi's eyes widen in incredulity, his frustration blowing its top. "You fucking begged her to love you back? After everything you've been through? She fucking made fun of you here? And you're still running after her?"

I flinch at the harsh tone of his voice, at the sting his words deliver. The pain of being mocked is amplified as he scolds me. "Hyung, I-

"Jimin, seriously, you're letting her do this to you?" Yoongi cut in, his voice high in anger. "You're tired, stressed out, and it is all because you hang onto some girl that treats you like crap. How can you let yourself be treated this way? She's really not worth the trouble.

I shook my head-the frustration just boiling over. "You don't know what's going on. You don't see how hard it is for both of us. I care about her, and even if it's hard right now, I want to try and make it work.".

The other members exchanged a series of uneasy glances. Namjoon tried to diffuse the tension. "Jimin, we're just concerned about you. We see how this is affecting you, and we don't want to see you hurt anymore."I was defensive-my voice rising. "I don't need you guys to decide what's best for me! I am the one in the relationship, not you. If I am making a mistake, it is my mistake to make.