JIMIN ONESHOTS IMAGINES

Obsession

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When you saw a Twitter post about your bias missing these past few days.

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After seeing that Twitter post, I think my heart shattered into a million pieces. It felt worse than a breakup. My favorite K-pop idol Park Jimin has been missing for ten days. Ten whole days. How could the police not have found him by now? He couldn't have just vanished into thin air... right?

Maybe he did go far. Maybe too far.
I hope you're okay, Jimin. Wherever you are.

I only found out about this today. Maybe because I've been so focus in my studies, I didn't notice what was going on in the world around me.
While I was stressing over exams, taking notes, taking a lot of extra classes...he was already gone.

It hurts. I'm worried about him. I can't stop thinking about how devastated his family and friends must be. And then there's me: the invisible fan, just one among millions who's loved him from afar for years. I know he'll never know who I am, but that doesn't stop my feelings. Crushing on someone who doesn't even know you exist? Yeah. It's brutal.

No other guy stands a chance. Even though plenty of them have confessed to me, I just can't bring myself to care. Not when my heart already belongs to one person and that person is Jimin.

My room, no my entire house is filled with his face. Posters on the walls, shelves full of albums and photocards. His smile greets me when I walk through the front door. My parents bought me this house, not far from university, thinking I could handle living alone. I think I'm doing okay... or at least I was. Until now.

Sometimes I wonder if they even know how I spend my days. Their daughter, all grown up, living alone, obsessing over a man who's never going to knock on her door. What a life.

Being a fangirl is hard. Loving someone who will never know you? Even harder. I dream about him almost every night. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell.

I wasn't expecting anyone it's the weekend and I don't have class. Maybe one of my classmates? I opened the door and found a box wrapped neatly on the doorstep. Ah, it must be the merch I ordered!

I brought it inside and placed it on the table, already grinning. "I'll send this to Nayeon," I said with a giggle.

She's the only one who truly gets me, even if she loves to tease. We've been friends for years. She's already got a boyfriend, while I... well, I have Park Jimin. I snapped a photo of the box and sent it to her. Almost instantly, her reply came through..

"Stop it, Y/N. You're so obsessed with him."

Obsessed? Really?

Just because I have a few posters, some merch, and a heart that only beats for one person? That's not obsession. That's just... love. She's teasing me again, like always. She even tried setting me up with someone once. I didn't show. Why would I? If it's not Jimin, I'm not interested.

I plopped down on the couch and opened my music app, connecting it to the speaker. The house filled with sound, my own private concert.

'Never Getting Rid Of Me' started blasting through the room. I danced around freely, laughing, twirling getting completely lost in the moment. I didn't even care where my feet were taking me. Still singing, I opened the door to the basement. "Gonna love you so—"

I raised my hands in a heart sign toward the figure sitting in front of me chained tightly, unmoving, mouth covered with tape. His bloodstained shirt made me pause.

"Oh no," I said softly, frowning in concern.
"My bad... you still have the tape on."

I peeled it off gently, humming the tune under my breath. "Let me go!" he screamed. Desperation in his voice. Panic in his eyes. He struggled against the chains, but they didn't budge. I tilted my head.

"Why would I, Park Jimin?"

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