Dream came True

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AMAR POV

I don't know if what I did was right or wrong. I just... felt like I had to. I'm sorry—truly sorry—for Jimin. But I needed space. I needed time away from him to deal with this suffocating guilt. Being near him was only making it worse. I know I hurt him, broke him even, but maybe this distance will prove something... maybe it'll show if what we had was real, or just something fragile playing pretend.

The moment I stepped foot in England, I promised myself I'd bury the past—go back to my old ways, live like none of this ever happened. Call it selfish, but that's how I survive. I run. I forget. I pretend. But not even oceans away, my love for Jimin wavers. Even if he's done with me... my heart will never be done with him.

JIMIN POV

I woke up with swollen eyes and an empty chest. I had cried myself to sleep, again. She left. Just like that. No warning. No closure. I keep asking myself—should I have stopped her? Should I have fought harder?

But maybe this is what she needed. If she finds peace, then maybe it's worth the pain. I promised myself I wouldn't call until she was ready. But what if she never is?

We were just at the Eiffel Tower... kissing under the stars, whispering promises. And now, she's gone. Like it all meant nothing.

Back at the Practice Room

"Guys, what do we do? It's been three months since they last talked," J-Hope asked, his voice heavy during lunch.

"I really don't get what's going on between them," Jin said.

"He looks like hell," Jungkook muttered, eyes falling on Jimin, who was pushing himself relentlessly during practice.

"The last time I saw him eat was... maybe two weeks ago," Taehyung added quietly.

"And Amar?" Suga asked.

"I called Adam a couple days ago," Taehyung replied. "He said she's not doing well either. No appetite. Barely sleeping. Drowning herself in work."

"Then why don't they just talk to each other?!" Jin groaned.

"Jimin thinks reaching out would pressure her," Taehyung said. "And she thinks she's not worthy of his love anymore."

"Idiots," Suga scoffed. "Didn't we already deal with Dylan? He's gone. Everything's over."

"Not for them. Not without communication," Namjoon finally spoke.

"So... what now?" J-Hope asked, defeated.

"We tried everything—calls, messages, even tricking them into meeting," Namjoon sighed. "It all failed."

"Why did she leave in the first place?" Jungkook asked.

"She wanted to heal," Taehyung said simply.

"And three months still isn't enough," Jin murmured in frustration.

"Maybe this concert in London will be the turning point," Namjoon said, standing and returning to practice.

Later That Day

"Yah, Jimin-ah! Are you excited for the concert?" Jungkook asked, trying to lift the mood.

"It's good. I'll get to see ARMY again," Jimin replied flatly.

"And... nothing else?" Jungkook hinted, hoping to hear Amar's name. But Jimin just walked past him toward his car.

"You're not coming in?"

"I need some air," Jimin mumbled, getting into his car.

JIMIN POV

I come here every night. Our place... no, my place now.

For a while, I tried to be understanding. I gave her space. I told myself she'd come back. But it's been months. And she seems... fine. Is that my sign to move on?

But how do I move on from her?

I've been numbing the pain with alcohol. Ten bottles deep tonight—and nothing. Just more ache. I dropped to the ground, letting it all flood over me. My mind replayed every moment—our first talk in Paris, her coma, our laughs, her smile, the dance in the rain, our kiss in front of the TV, New Zealand, parachutes, my parents, everything.

She was my first for everything.

"I shouldn't have let you go," I whispered, before everything went black.

The Next Morning

Sunlight pierced through my eyelids. I groaned, dragging myself back to the dorm to shower. I wasn't even trying anymore—I was always the first one ready these days, not because I was motivated... but because I had nothing else to do.

I picked up my phone to kill time.

It opened on Instagram.

On Amar's DMs.

No. No, no, no.

I SENT A VOICE MESSAGE?!

TWO MINUTES LONG?!

SEEN?!

My blood turned to ice. What did I say?! I was drunk—what the hell did I even say?!

[FLASHBACK]

Jimin, slumped and intoxicated, barely knew what he was doing. His fingers opened Instagram. His heart? Wide open.

The voice note recorded, shaky and drenched in emotion:

"Hello Amar... I hope you hear this... sobbing I need to talk... I need someone to listen... crying I—I need you... I'm dying, Amar. I'm really dying. I can't endure anymore... more sobbing I miss you so much... Everything reminds me of you. I wish I could disappear right now...

I would give up everything just to relive those moments again. They haunt me... every single day. I collapse from them, Amar. I collapse from the memories.

I can't do it anymore... I wish you were here—my therapist... a small chuckle I wish you were here to hug me, but this time... this time, I wouldn't let go. Not until the end of my life."

AMAR POV

I was already on his page, my finger trembling over the keyboard, debating whether I should say something—anything. I missed him. I needed him.

But the memory of that night, of the assault... of Dylan... it poisoned every thought. It whispered that I didn't deserve Jimin. That he deserved someone pure. Whole.

Then the notification came.

A voice message.

Two minutes.

I didn't hesitate—I clicked play.

By the time it ended, my cheeks were soaked in tears, my soul crushed. The pain in his voice broke me. And in that moment, I knew.

I had to go to him.

I had made my decision.