This is a love story between BTS and ARMY.
BTS has disbanded after an unexpected tragedy left everyone broken. Although each member has moved on, even ARMY, it remains hard to move forward without facing the past.
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This is a work of fiction wove...
I was blue and grey, parts of me all bruised up from falling as Hobi coached my practice of I Need U. He was harsh, he wouldn't let me rest or stop until he was sure I had already given 100% of my strength. I wanted to cry from the pain and exhaustion, but I was the one who wanted this. We practiced every three days, enough for my muscles to rest before the next round. We practiced by ourselves, he didn't want the other members to see that I was suffering. It might make me waver if they asked me to stop, and it may make him waver too.
At the end of one horrible session, I couldn't help but burst into tears. I lay on the floor curled up in a ball and couldn't stop. Maybe it was hopeless. Hobi helped me sit up and hugged me even though I was drenched in sweat. You can do this, he kept telling me as I cried into his chest. I wanted this so badly. I wanted to be me again, not the me that the accident made me to be. I wanted to be Jimin again.
I remembered that last concert we had, when everything was bathed in starlight. That was who I was, in command of my body, not this mess of flailing uncoordinated limbs. Am I hopeless? I sobbed into Hobi's arms.
"Hey, Hope right here. I love you, baby, but stop crying and let's start again."
People didn't know this but Hobi can be merciless in the dance studio. I was still crying but I stood up and got into position again. This went on and on for weeks until I got better, relatively.
Tonight, everyone came for dance practice. We would only be performing two choreographies as a group for our 7th Muster, and one was No More Dream. We had followed our own path and achieved them all.
"Let them sue us," Namjoon said as he got into position.
Jungkook was preparing all the cameras himself. We would be shooting this rehearsal and posting it later on at Youtube. It felt like we were back. His GCF would be handling all our video content.
I did better this time around. I looked at myself in the mirror and found I was executing the moves in almost perfect synchronicity with the other members. And I wasn't tired at all. Hobi-hyung's training worked!
"Jimin-ah! You're back!" Suga-hyung called to me from behind, his gummy smile greeting me from the mirror. I couldn't help it, I broke the serious expression and gave him a big sunny smile too.
"Jimin-hyung, let's work on toning your abs for this," Jungkook told me. There was a part of this choreography when I would be raising my shirt. After ten years of inactivity, there was no muscle there to see.
"Let's do that, Jungkook-ah." I was so thankful to have these personal trainers, these six brothers who stayed with me even while I was unresponsive. My dad showed me the cctv footage of the times when they all stayed in my room, and there were no words to express how it warmed my heart to be so loved. I think it's what woke me up.
Jungkook lifted me for the final part of the choreography. His arms were rock hard and I didn't have any trouble moving my legs forward to the members' backs.
"Yes, we can do this!" Jin-hyung shouted. Hobi-hyung was smiling beside him, his eyes glowing moist with tears and sunshine. He knew what I poured into this, what we all pour into our work: blood, sweat, and tears.
At the end of practice we all sat on the floor with bottles of water in our hand. We started talking of the final set list for the muster.
"I'd like to have Mikrokosmos in there." I told them. It was the song I last remembered singing, that night when we fell. I wanted to assure ARMY that it wouldn't happen again, that tragic night. "Let's make new memories with ARMY."
"Done," Namjoon said with finality.
"Bulletproof: The Eternal," Taehyung suggested. I looked at my best friend. We had been through a lot. Hobi told me everything that happened to him when we fell, and I don't know what I would have done if I woke up and found him gone. Like all close friends we fought many times in the past - angry explosive fights - but it was always clear to both us that, even if everything fell apart, we had each other. It was his friendship that saved my life, and his voice that helped me open my eyes. My life was his forever.
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"Our new songs are done," Suga told us. "We just have to finish recording them. I sent you all the demo."
We were almost ready. On the 20th year of BTS, we would be mustering ARMY from all over the world, and hope that they would come. We would share with them what happened to us, what we learned in the process, and how we planned to move forward from here. We would ask them if they still wanted to be with us, now that we were no longer young or as beautiful as we were more than ten years ago. We all had scars now and were learning to live with our new selves. We would understand if they wanted to move on. We already had many good memories to keep, enough for many lifetimes. We would leave our future in their hands.
