Dream came True

~71~

JIMIN'S POV

Oh my god... what did I do?
Did I really send those messages?
Now she knows everything.
She'll think I'm disgusting...
Did I seriously record that message?

Maybe this is destiny's way of testing me.
Maybe it's a golden chance to see if Amar still cares... but she didn't reply. Not a single word.
I need to move on. Focus on work.

"Everything okay? You seem stressed," Taehyung asked gently.

"Nah," I replied, brushing past him and heading to the van.

"Did something new happen?"

"No. When's our flight again?"

"Tonight."

"Hm."

He didn't like how distant I sounded.

"Jimin, I really don't like this. You're not eating, not sleeping, staying out all day. This isn't right."

"Just leave me alone," I muttered.

"And that's what hurts the most," he said. "We don't talk anymore. When was the last time we sat down and laughed?"

I had no answer.
Sorry, Tae... life hasn't been going according to plan.

The rest of the day dragged on with that voice message looping endlessly in my head.
Why can't I just stop thinking about it?

After practice, we packed and boarded the plane in under an hour.

Will I see her?
No. Stop.
Will she come to the concert?
STOP thinking about her, Jimin.
I miss her.
I CAN'T stop.

"Hey, can you do me a favor?" I asked.

"Of course," Taehyung said.

"Can you call Tara? Ask if... Amar's coming to the concert."

"...Do you want her to come?"

"Just do it, Tae."

He nodded and fell silent for the rest of the flight.

3 DAYS LATER — LONDON

Three days.
Not a word from Amar.
Nothing.
Like she never saw the message.
But I can't give up.

I'll go to her. We'll talk. We'll decide—together.

We're heading on stage in 15 minutes.
Soundcheck is done. Outfits ready.

"Jimin, Jimin, Jimin-ahhh—"

"WHAT?!" I shouted as Taehyung came running.

"Amar's coming tonight. She might already be in the crowd!"

"What? Are you serious?" I shot up, grabbing him by the shoulders.

"She's here—look! Tara sent this photo."

It was blurry, from the back. But it was her. Blue always suited her.
Oh, Princess... I missed you so much.

"You must be excited now," Taehyung teased.

"Or maybe she's here to say goodbye," I murmured.

"Or maybe... to fix everything," he said, and it softened something inside me.

He ran off to tell the others, but I stayed still.
Should I search for her?
What if we lock eyes?
Should I pretend not to know?

SHOW TIME

From the moment I stepped on stage, I couldn't stop scanning the crowd.
I messed up a few choreo steps. I couldn't focus.
She won't be in the upper levels—not with her phobia.
VIP section. That's where she'd be. But where exactly?