"You were a song. I listened to you and instantly knew that you'd be my favourite."
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He fell first, she fell harder.
Once he knew that she fell too, he fell hardest.
A story of Korea's most famous K-po...
I sit in front of Y/n's door while looking at her ring in my hand, wiping the corner of my eyes. "Do you think they are sleeping together?" I ask.
"Yes. So we should return home and sleep too," Jungkook says with a yawn and I glare at him. He is on the other side, his back against the wall as he is crouched on the floor. "You should console your Hyung at moments like this," I rumble and he shrugs.
"It isn't normal to console my Hyung about my ex-girlfriend." He says and I am about to scold him but the door opens abruptly, causing me to fall back to the ground. My eyes fall upon a black box above me but I notice Taehyung, moving it away from my vision and giving me a look of confusion. I instantly stand up and Jungkook follows my actions.
"What happened inside? Is she fine?" I ask, shaking Taehyung by his shirt and he gives me a sour look. "She made me sit on the carpet while she slept on the couch after talking to me." He informs and I hear Jungkook scoff.
"At least she gave you a carpet, we were sitting on the cold corridor," he complains but I push Taehyung aside to get inside her apartment but pause when he grabs my arm. I turn around to glare at him but he sighs. "Do you even know how your fans are treating her?" He asks and I bite my lips.
"I know. That is why I asked Jin to have her under our company and made her turn her comments off," I tell him and pull my hands back but he stops me again. "It's not just comments, Jimin. It's more than that," he says and I look at him. Jungkook also looks at him curiously but he opens the lid of the box and we gasp at the sight of the knife sitting over a red cushion.
My heart gets drowned in fright but my mind gets filled with anger at this. "There is a letter too," Jungkook says and takes the folded piece of paper from the side of the cushion. I bite my lips and fist my hands tightly, clenching my jaws. "Here's a little lesson for you. How dare you be so arrogant? In the future, you better don't come close to our Jimin oppa. We know where you live so we won't hesitate to hurt you because of your little fling with him." Jungkook reads.
"This was aimed at Y/n," I say and Taehyung nods his head. "She was dead drunk and showed me this. She said that it didn't scare her but she knows that it affects you a lot so she never mentioned it to you," he explains. "Let me throw this away!" Jungkook growls in anger, trying to take the box away from there but Taehyung, pulls it away from him, shaking his head.
"I am taking this to Jin. He knows how to deal with these stuff." He says and I look inside her apartment, tears brimming my eyes. "Your fans are crazy. Only a lunatic is capable of this!" Jungkook shouts at me in anger and I peek at him.
"I won't let my fans harm her. They wouldn't even have known me if it wasn't for her!" I yell back and his brows furrow in confusion. "What?"
"She said that your fans will hate you if she keeps on seeing you. She has to let you go. She wants to hold back but at what cost? You will lose everything. Your fans, your fame and your career," Taehyung says and I squeeze my eyes shut, hanging my head low, a few drops of tears escape my eyes unknowingly.
Does she think that my fans matter more than her?
"She doesn't even know."
"Jimin," I feel Taehyung holding my shoulder but I push him away and run towards the elevator. "Jimin Hyung!" I hear the scream but I rush towards the elevator, it opens in a few seconds and I get on it. I press on the ground floor button and the door closes. I use the sleeves of my shirt to wipe my tears and pull my messy hair back.
I have to let her know what she means to me. How much more she means to me than my fans. She must know.
I take my phone out and search for something on Youtube. "Jimin Like Crazy," I mumble while searching for the video. Still, I only see the music video that I filmed years ago for my debut and plenty of performance videos of the 13-year-old me at music shows, other dance covers, song covers but I scroll them all but cannot find the original one.
I search again, trying to remember the channel name in which I uploaded it. "Like Crazy by Park Jimin Original," I mumble while trying to search but I groan when it shows the 'Be Original' dance performance of me at Studio Choom when I was 13 years old. Then my acting roles that I had taken after as a minor actor.
I give up, still trying to recall my channel name but the elevator door opens. I put my phone back in my pocket run to my car and drive myself to JinHit.
Reaching there, I frantically hurry towards Namjoon's studio and storm inside, bursting the door. "Namjoon! You keep a hard disk of every song that gets released by JinHit, right?" I ask and watch him look at me in horror at my sudden appearance.
"H-Hello?" He smiles at me hesitantly but I scurry over to him and he flinches back. "Woah, woah, woah! Wait! What happened?" He asks but I point at his computer. "My original song must be there too. You worked on it during my debut," I say while panting in exhaustion but he blinks several times, nodding and turning back to the computer.
Typing, searching, and looking through everything, he heaves a disappointed sigh and looks at me. "I don't think it is here. It has been 16 years so probably I've deleted it. I searched through everything but cannot find it." He says and I feel like crying.
I look at him, pressing my lips but he shakes his head. "I searched a lot but there wasn't a single trace of your original video." He says and I collapse to the ground, on my knees, and break down. "Please, Namjoon. I need that to make her believe in us. Please, try to find it-"
"What is happening here?"
Both of us turn at the rough voice. My eyes widen at the person, standing at the door while smoking and pulling his dark locks away from his forehead, his glasses on the bridge of his nose. One hand inside the pocket of his black hoodie and destroyed jeans covering his legs. His eyes stare between me and Namjoon and then back at me. A small smile plays on his lips as he waves at me with the hand, holding his cigarette.
"Hey, Jimin-ie. Did you miss the genius producer Suga so much that you started crying? He's back from his world tour after 4 months. Finally! I can go and sleep!"
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Everyone, scream with me, "MIN SUGA! MIN SUGA! MIN SUGA! MIN SUGA! MIN SUGA! KIM NAMJOON! KIM NAMJOON! KIM NAMJOON! KIM NAMJOON! KIM NAMJOON!"
