Echoes of Unspoken Love

The Final Ending

As news of Minjeong's passing reverberated through the industry, the members of Aespa found themselves summoned to a somber meeting with their management team. They gathered in a small conference room, their faces etched with sadness and confusion as they waited for the meeting to begin. When the door finally opened, the members of their management team entered the room, their expressions grave and solemn. They took their seats at the head of the table, and the room fell into a heavy silence as everyone waited for the news.

"Girls," one of the managers began, her voice filled with sorrow, "I'm afraid we have some difficult news to share with you." The members of Aespa exchanged worried glances, their hearts sinking with dread as they braced themselves for what was to come.

"We've just received word from the doctors," another manager continued, her voice trembling with emotion.

"It appears that... Minjeong passed away from complications related to Hanahaki Disease." A stunned silence fell over the room as the gravity of the situation sank in. Tears welled up in Jimin's eyes as she struggled to process the news, her mind reeling with shock and disbelief.

"How... how could this have happened?" Yizhuo whispered, her voice barely above a whisper as tears streamed down her cheeks. The managers exchanged somber looks before explaining the severity of Minjeong's condition, how the disease had taken root in her lungs and slowly suffocated her from within. They spoke of the pain and suffering Minjeong had endured, the silent struggle she had faced as she battled against the relentless onslaught of flowers that threatened to consume her.

"As you all know," one of the managers said softly, "Hanahaki Disease is a rare condition that occurs when someone has deep and unrequited feelings for another person. It's a condition that can only be cured by having those feelings reciprocated, or by undergoing surgery to remove the flowers." Jimin felt her heart sink as the truth of Minjeong's condition washed over her.

Not only was her little star gone, but it was her fault—because of her, Minjeong was gone, dead, and she could do nothing about it. Her heart ached, her soul withered. Unable to bear the weight of her guilt any longer, Jimin excused herself from the meeting and stumbled out of the conference room, her vision blurred by tears.

In that moment, Jimin felt as if the ground had been pulled out from under her feet. The weight of guilt and sorrow bore down on her chest like a heavy stone, making it hard to breathe. Her head spun with a dizzying mix of emotions—grief, regret, and an overwhelming sense of helplessness. As she kept walking out of the conference room, her steps felt unsteady and uncertain, like she was walking through a fog. Each breath was a struggle, her lungs burning with the effort to draw in air. Her vision blurred with even more tears, making it hard to see the world around her clearly. When she finally reached the bathroom, Jimin collapsed against the sink, her hands trembling as she clutched the edge for support.

Waves of nausea washed over her, threatening to pull her under with their relentless force. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to block out the overwhelming sensations that threatened to overwhelm her. But no matter how hard she tried to push them away, the memories came flooding back—the laughter they had shared, the dreams they had dared to dream together, and the bond that had once seemed unbreakable. And with each passing moment, the weight of her guilt grew heavier, crushing her beneath its suffocating embrace. As she doubled over the toilet, retching and vomiting until there was nothing left inside of her, Jimin couldn't help but feel like she was drowning in a sea of her own making.

She had failed Minjeong in the worst possible way, and now she was paying the price for her mistakes. In the piercing silence of darkness and despair, Jimin knew that she would never be able to forgive herself for what had happened.

With each wrenching heave, Jimin's heart clenched tighter, the pain of loss and regret washing over her in relentless waves. She missed her little star—the bright light that had once illuminated her world—more than words could express. The thought of never seeing Minjeong's smile again, of never hearing her laughter ring out in the practice room, was like a dagger to her soul. Tears streamed down Jimin's face, mingling with the bitter taste of bile as she gasped for breath. She felt as if she were unraveling, coming apart at the seams, consumed by a grief so profound it threatened to swallow her whole. She was overwhelmed by raw vulnerability, Jimin realized just how much she had taken Minjeong for granted—how she had failed to see the pain and loneliness hidden behind her friend's bright smile.

And as she cried out in anguish, her voice echoing off the cold, sterile walls of the bathroom, she vowed to never make that mistake again. But even as she made that solemn promise, Jimin couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that gnawed at her from within. No matter how hard she tried to fill the void left by Minjeong's absence, it seemed as if nothing could ever take her place. And as she knelt there on the cold tile floor, her body wracked with sobs, Jimin knew that she would carry the weight of her guilt and her grief with her for the rest of her days.

"If only I had been able to return her feelings," Jimin thought, her mind swirling with a torrent of emotions.

"If only I had been able to love her the way she loved me. Maybe then, just maybe, I could have saved her from this terrible fate." But the truth was, Jimin didn't love Minjeong in that way.

She cherished her as a friend, a confidante, a sister in arms. And yet, she couldn't help but wonder if things could have been different if she had been able to see beyond their friendship, if she had been able to give Minjeong the love she so desperately craved. As tears continued to stream down her face, and now her dear friend was gone, lost to the cruel grip of Hanahaki Disease. But even as she grappled with her own feelings of inadequacy, Jimin knew that she couldn't dwell on the past. Minjeong was gone, and no amount of regret could bring her back.

As Jimin knelt there, her heart heavy with grief and regret, she couldn't shake the thought that if only she had expressed her love for Minjeong in the way her friend had hoped...
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Yet amidst her grief, Jimin couldn't help but wonder why Minjeong had chosen not to undergo the surgery. She knew that it was a difficult decision, one that required a deep resolve and a willingness to confront one's own feelings head-on. But still, she couldn't shake the feeling of confusion and frustration that lingered in the back of her mind.

"Why, Minjeong?" Jimin whispered into the empty silence of the bathroom, her voice barely above a whisper. The uncertainty gnawed at her, leaving her feeling helpless and confused. She couldn't help but wonder what had led Minjeong to make such a decision. Had she been afraid? Had she felt unworthy of love? Or had she simply been unable to bear the thought of losing Jimin, even if it meant sacrificing her own life in the process?

"Why didn't you go through with the surgery? Why did you choose to suffer in silence, when there was a way out?" But deep down, Jimin knew that she would never find the answers to her questions.

Minjeong's decision was hers alone to make, and Jimin could only respect her friend's choice, even if it meant facing the harsh reality of her loss. As she knelt there in the darkness, the weight of her grief pressing down on her like a leaden weight.
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As Jimin returned to the dorms, her steps felt heavier than usual, weighed down by the burden of grief and guilt. Sniffling quietly, she rubbed at her temples, a burning headache gnawing at her skull with relentless intensity. Each step felt like an uphill battle, her body moving on autopilot as her mind remained consumed by thoughts of Minjeong. As she finally reached the door of the dorm, Jimin's heart clenched with a sense of foreboding, as if something ominous lurked just beyond the threshold. Ignoring the feeling, she pushed open the door and stepped inside, only to be met with a sudden force that sent her crashing to the ground.

As Jimin stumbled to the ground, she felt a forceful push from behind, knocking the wind out of her lungs and sending her crashing to the floor. Startled and disoriented, she struggled to make sense of what was happening, her heart racing with fear and confusion. Before she could gather her bearings, a piercing scream shattered the silence of the room, echoing off the walls with a bone-chilling intensity.

It was Yizhuo, her voice filled with rage and accusation, each word cutting through the air like a sharp blade.

"It was you?" Yizhuo's voice rang out, laced with venomous fury.

"How could you?" Her words were punctuated by guttural sobs, the sound of her anguish filling the room with an overwhelming sense of dread. Jimin's breath caught in her throat as she struggled to comprehend the situation. Yizhuo's eyes bore into hers with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine, her features contorted with a mixture of anger and despair.

"It's all your fault!" Yizhuo's voice rose to a fever pitch, a screeching sound unlike anything Jimin had ever heard before. It was a sound of pure horror, a primal cry of anguish that seemed to reverberate through the very fabric of reality. Frozen in place, Jimin could only watch in stunned silence as Yizhuo's rage consumed her, her screams echoing in the empty room like a haunting lament.

The weight of her accusation hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow of doubt and fear over everything. As the echoes of Yizhuo's screams faded into the darkness, Jimin found herself paralyzed by the enormity of the moment.

"You're the reason why she died!" Yizhuo's words hit Jimin like a physical blow, her accusation cutting deep into her soul.

"You and your selfishness!" Her voice cracked with emotion, tears streaming down her face as she glared at Jimin with undisguised hatred. Jimin's breath caught in her throat as she struggled to find the right words, her mind racing with guilt and disbelief.

Jimin wanted to respond but deep down in her soul she knew that everything Yizhuo said was right. It was her fault, she was the reason as to why Minjeong is gone.

Jimin's eyes then diverted to Aeri, her eyes were drawn to Aeri, who stood off to the side, tears glistening in her eyes. In her hand, she clutched the last letter Minjeong had written to her, the words of love and longing written in her friend's own handwriting. As their eyes met, a wave of sorrow washed over Jimin, her heart breaking at the sight of Aeri's grief.

"Aeri..." she began, her voice choked with emotion.

But before she could say anything else, Aeri turned away, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. Feeling utterly helpless, Jimin could only watch as Aeri retreated into herself, the weight of Minjeong's absence pressing down on them like a suffocating blanket. In that moment, Jimin knew that no number of words could ever heal the wounds that had been inflicted, no number of apologies could ever undo the pain that had been caused. All she could do was stand there in silence, her heart heavy with regret and remorse, as the echoes of Yizhuo's screams continued to reverberate in the empty room, a haunting reminder of the tragedy that had unfolded before their eyes.

As Jimin stood before the mirror, her reflection seemed to stare back at her with hollow eyes, dark circles etched beneath them like a testament to the sleepless nights she had endured. She looked different now, a shadow of her former self, her usual radiance dimmed by the weight of grief and guilt that hung heavy in her heart. Running a hand through her disheveled hair, Jimin couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow as she gazed at her reflection.

She looked practically dead, the exhaustion etched into every line of her face, a stark contrast to the vibrant image she used to project to the world. Turning away from the mirror, Jimin's gaze fell upon the long black dress that lay draped across her bed, a somber reminder of the occasion she was about to attend. The fabric cascaded down her body like a shroud, its darkness swallowing her whole, a reflection of the darkness that had consumed her soul in the wake of Minjeong's death.

With a heavy sigh, Jimin reached for the dress, pulling it over her weary frame with a sense of resignation. It was as if she were preparing to attend her own funeral, the weight of the fabric pressing down on her like a burden she couldn't shake off. Just as she fastened the last button, she heard a voice behind her, Jaewook's voice, soft and gentle, filled with concern.

"Are you ready, Jimin?" he asked, his arms wrapping around her shoulders in a comforting embrace. Jimin's heart clenched at the sound of his voice, a reminder of the complicated emotions swirling within her.

She turned to face him, forcing a smile onto her lips, a facade to hide the pain that lurked beneath the surface.

"Yes, I'm ready," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. But as she met Jaewook's gaze, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt gnawing at her conscience. How could she pretend to be okay when she was anything but?

But before she could dwell on her thoughts any longer, Jaewook's hand found hers, squeezing it gently as if to offer silent reassurance. And in that moment, Jimin knew that she had to push aside her own pain, if only for tonight, to play the part of the dutiful girlfriend, even as her heart ached for the one she had lost.
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As they arrived at the funeral home, Jimin's heart felt heavy in her chest, weighed down by a sense of impending dread. The somber atmosphere seemed to envelop her, casting a pall over the air that made it difficult to breathe. Stepping out of the car, Jimin glanced around, her eyes searching for familiar faces in the sea of mourners gathered outside. The place was decorated head to toe with pictures of Minjeong, it pained Jimin to just look at them.

She spotted Aeri and Yizhuo standing off to the side, their faces drawn with grief, their eyes red-rimmed from crying. With a small wave, Jimin tried to catch their attention, a feeble attempt to bridge the growing divide between them. But to her dismay, Aeri and Yizhuo seemed to deliberately look away, their gazes fixed on something in the distance as if Jimin were invisible. A pang of hurt pierced Jimin's heart at their rejection, a stark reminder of the rift that had formed between them in the wake of Minjeong's death. She had hoped that they could find solace in each other's company, that they could lean on one another for support in their time of need.

But now, it seemed that even that small comfort had been denied to her. Forcing a smile onto her lips, Jimin turned away, swallowing back the tears that threatened to spill over. She couldn't blame Aeri and Yizhuo for their anger and resentment. After all, she was the one who had failed Minjeong, the one who had let her slip away without so much as a fight. As she followed Jaewook inside the funeral home, Jimin's heart felt heavy with regret, the weight of her guilt threatening to crush her beneath its weight.

As the mourners gathered around the open casket, a heavy silence descended upon the room, broken only by the sound of stifled sobs and the occasional sniffle. The air was thick with grief, each breath laden with the weight of loss as they prepared to say their final goodbyes to Minjeong. At the front of the room, Mrs. Kim stood before the gathered crowd, her eyes red-rimmed and puffy from tears, her voice trembling with emotion as she prepared to speak.

With a deep breath, she began to recount the story of Minjeong's life, her words filled with a mixture of sorrow and nostalgia as she painted a picture of her daughter's journey from childhood to adulthood.

"Minjeong was born on a cold winter's day, a tiny bundle of joy who brought light and laughter into our lives from the moment she entered the world," Mrs. Kim began, her voice wavering with emotion. "From the very beginning, she was a fighter, overcoming every obstacle with a determination and strength that belied her tender years. My little sunshine was a tough cookie."

As she spoke, memories of Minjeong's childhood flooded back to her—the sound of her daughter's laughter echoing through the halls, the feel of her tiny hand clasped tightly in her own. She recalled the joy Minjeong had brought to their lives, her infectious smile lighting up even the darkest of days.

"But it was Minjeong's love for singing that truly set her soul on fire," Mrs. Kim continued, her voice tinged with pride as she spoke of her daughter's passion for music.

"From the moment she could talk, she was singing, her voice soaring like a bird in flight, filling our home with the sweetest melodies." As she spoke, tears welled in Mrs. Kim's eyes, her heart heavy with the weight of loss as she remembered the moments they had shared together. She spoke of Minjeong's dreams and aspirations, of the hope and promise that had filled her daughter's heart as she set out to pursue her passion for music.

"But even as Minjeong's star began to rise, she never forgot where she came from," Mrs. Kim said, her voice breaking with emotion. "She remained humble and kind, always reaching out to lend a helping hand to those in need. She touched the lives of everyone she met, leaving behind a legacy of love and compassion that will live on in our hearts forever."

As she started to break down in tears, hushed silence fell over the room, broken only by the sound of quiet sobs and sniffles. The weight of their loss hung heavy in the air, a palpable reminder of the void that Minjeong's absence had left behind.

As Mrs. Kim started speaking once more, Jimin listened intently, her heart heavy with grief as memories of her dear friend flooded her mind. She couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt at the words spoken, each one a painful reminder of the loss they had all endured. Tears welled in her eyes as she listened to the stories of Minjeong's childhood, her love for singing, and her unwavering determination to pursue her dreams.

Jimin's hands trembled as she clutched onto the edge of her seat, her heart aching with the weight of sorrow. The realization of Minjeong's absence felt like a gaping hole in her chest, a void that could never be filled. How could she ever hope to make amends for the pain she had caused, for the loss of a life cut tragically short? Beside her, Jaewook's hand found hers, his touch a source of comfort in the midst of her turmoil.

He squeezed her hand gently, offering silent reassurance and support as they both struggled to come to terms with their grief. His presence was a balm to her wounded soul, a reminder that she was not alone in her sorrow. As Mrs. Kim concluded her speech, Jimin turned to Jaewook, her eyes filled with tears. Without a word, he pulled her into his arms, holding her close as she buried her face against his chest, seeking solace in his embrace.

In that moment, Jimin found a measure of peace amidst the storm of emotions that threatened to overwhelm her. Together, they stood in silence, their hearts heavy with sorrow.
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As the funeral service concluded, the mourners gathered for the food reception, the atmosphere heavy with grief and solemnity. Plates of food were laid out on tables, but the appetite of the attendees was subdued, their thoughts lingering on the loss of their beloved Minjeong.

Jimin moved through the crowd with a heavy heart, her steps slow and deliberate as she made her way towards Minjeong's body. She stood before the casket, her eyes fixed on Minjeong's still form, her breath catching in her throat at the sight. Minjeong lay in repose, her features serene in death. Her skin was pale, almost translucent, and her once vibrant eyes were closed, as if in eternal slumber. Her hair was styled neatly, framing her face in soft waves, a stark contrast to the chaos that had consumed her in her final days.

But it was the absence of life in Minjeong's body that struck Jimin the hardest. The little star she once was, with her infectious laughter and boundless energy, now lay cold and still, her light extinguished forever. It was as if a piece of Jimin's own soul had been torn away, leaving behind only emptiness and despair. Her skin was pale, almost translucent, and her lips were tinged with a ghostly shade of blue. Minjeong lay in the casket, her once vibrant features now frozen in death. Her eyes, once filled with laughter and light, were now closed, their spark extinguished forever. Jimin's hand hovered uncertainly over Minjeong's face, a silent plea for forgiveness lingering on her lips. But before she could make contact, Mrs. Kim appeared at her side, her eyes blazing with fury.

"How dare you?" She spat, her voice trembling with rage. Swatting Jimin's hand away from her daughter's lifeless body. "How dare you show your face here after what you've done? The only reason assume you're here is due to my husband."

Jimin recoiled at the accusation, her heart pounding in her chest. She had expected anger and resentment, but the raw intensity of Minjeong's mother's words cut her to the core. "I-I'm sorry," Jimin stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I never meant to-"

But before she could finish her sentence, Mrs. Kim let out a piercing scream, tears streaming down her face as she lashed out at Jimin with unchecked fury.

"You killed her!" she cried; her voice hoarse with emotion. "You and your selfishness! You took my baby girl away from me, and now she's gone forever! My baby Minjeong, her body was found left in the cold, the snow soaking her blood, flowers coated in her own blood filling her lungs and throat, till there was no more space to fill...she suffered... but you know what the worst part is?" She stopped speaking and looked Jimin with eyes of pure rage and hatred. "She was found with a smile on her face..." Jimin's eyes widened in shock as show lowered her head, her tears dropping to the floor and trickling off her leather boots. "Why would you leave her? Why?"

Jimin's heart broke at the pain in her voice. She wanted to reach out, to offer comfort and solace in the face of such overwhelming grief, but she knew that her presence only served to deepen the wound. Minjeong's father appeared beside his wife, his arms wrapped around her in a futile attempt to hold her back.

"Honey, please," he pleaded, his voice filled with sorrow. "This isn't the time or the place." But Mrs. Kim was inconsolable, her grief consuming her like a raging fire.

She continued to scream and sob, her anguish echoing through the room like a haunting lament. As Jimin watched in silence, her heart heavy with guilt and remorse, she couldn't help but feel the weight of Minjeong's loss bearing down on her. She had failed her friend in life, and now, it seemed, she had failed her in death as well. And as she turned away from the casket, her eyes blurred with tears, she knew that she would carry the burden of Minjeong's death with her for the rest of her days, a constant reminder of the consequences of her actions.

Shad expected anger and resentment, but the venom in her voice cut deeper than she could have imagined. "How dare you show your face here?" she spat, her voice dripping with disdain. "After what you've done, how dare you even think you have the right to be here?"

Jimin flinched at the onslaught of accusations, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. She wanted to defend herself, to plead her innocence in the face of such hatred, but the words caught in her throat, suffocated by the weight of her guilt. "And to bring your boyfriend here, of all places,"

Mrs. Kim continued, her voice rising to a crescendo. "How dare you bring him into our home, into our grief?" Jimin's heart sank at the mention of Jaewook, her mind swirling with guilt and regret. She had thought that his presence might offer her some measure of comfort, a source of support in her time of need.

But now, faced with Mrs. Kim's wrath, she couldn't help but feel like she had made a grave mistake. Before Jimin could respond, Mrs. Kim's tirade came to an abrupt halt, her words cut short as she swayed on her feet, her face draining of color. With a strangled cry, she collapsed to the floor, her body limp and lifeless as she crumpled into a heap.

Gasps of shock and horror filled the air as the mourners rushed to Mrs. Kim's side, their voices a cacophony of concern and confusion. Jimin stood frozen in place, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched the scene unfold before her, a sense of helplessness washing over her like a tidal wave. As the paramedics arrived and began to tend to Minjeong's mother, Jimin felt a wave of guilt wash over her. She had never intended for things to spiral out of control like this, never wanted to cause any more pain than she already had. But now, faced with the consequences of her actions, she couldn't help but wonder if she would ever be able to find redemption for the mistakes she had made.
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As Jimin stood by the hospital window, her gaze fixed on Minjeong's mother lying motionless on the hospital bed, a heavy weight settled in the pit of her stomach. The events of the funeral replayed in her mind like a never-ending nightmare, each moment etched into her memory with painful clarity. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps broke through the silence, and Jimin turned to see Aeri approaching her, her expression guarded and tense.

Jimin's heart skipped a beat at the sight of her friend, a pang of guilt twisting in her chest at the thought of the pain she had caused. Before Jimin could speak, Aeri fixed her with a steely gaze, her eyes filled with a mixture of anger and accusation.

"What makes you think you have the right to be here?" she demanded; her voice sharp with contempt. It was the first time they had spoken since the incident. Jimin recoiled at the words, the sting of Aeri's accusation cutting through her like a knife.

She opened her mouth to respond, to offer some semblance of an explanation for her presence, but the words caught in her throat, suffocated by the weight of her guilt. "I-I..." Jimin stammered, her voice barely above a whisper, she couldn't get any words out, or could she just not simply answer the question? But Aeri cut her off with a dismissive wave of her hand, her expression hardening with resolve.

"Save it," she snapped, her tone cold and unforgiving. "You've done enough damage already." Jimin felt a lump form in her throat at the harshness of Aeri's words, the weight of her friend's anger crushing down on her like a tidal wave. She had hoped that they could find a way to move past their differences, to come together in their grief and find solace in each other's company.

But now, faced with Aeri's cold rejection, she couldn't help but feel a sense of despair wash over her. As Aeri turned away, her footsteps echoing in the empty corridor, Jimin watched her go with a heavy heart. She knew that she had no right to ask for forgiveness, that she had caused more pain than she could ever hope to heal. As she looked down she heard more footsteps approaching her.

As Aeri turned back to face Jimin, her eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and frustration.

"Look, Yizhuo can't even look at you, every time you're mentioned she breaks down..." she said, her voice tinged with sadness. "And I can't say I blame her. The way you went about this... it's unforgivable."

Jimin's heart sank at the harshness of Aeri's words, the weight of her friend's disappointment crushing down on her like a ton of bricks. She opened her mouth to speak, to offer some semblance of an explanation, but the words caught in her throat, choked off by the enormity of her guilt.

"I never meant to hurt anyone," Jimin finally managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. "I never wanted things to end up like this." Aeri's expression softened slightly at Jimin's words, a flicker of empathy shining in her eyes.

"I know you didn't," she said, her tone gentler now. "But the damage has been done, Minjeong is gone Jimin. And I think... we can't go back... no there is not going back... I think it's best if we disband." Jimin felt a pang of sadness at Aeri's words, the finality of the decision weighing heavily on her heart. She had never imagined that their time together as a group would end like this, torn apart by betrayal and heartache.

"But what about our dreams?" Jimin asked, her voice filled with desperation. "What about everything we've worked so hard for?" Aeri shook her head sadly, her gaze dropping to the floor.

"Sometimes, dreams have to die so that new ones can take their place," she said, her voice heavy with resignation. "And right now, I think it's time for us to let go of the past and focus on building a new future, one where we can heal and move forward."

As Jimin watched Aeri walk away, her heart heavy with regret, she knew that her friend was right. Their time together as a group had come to an end, shattered by betrayal and heartache. But as she stood alone in the empty corridor, surrounded by the echoes of their shared dreams, she couldn't help but wonder if there would ever be a way to rebuild what they had lost, to find a path forward in the wake of so much pain and loss.

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2 months later...
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Official Statement from SM Entertainment Regarding the Disbandment of Aespa

Dear My, It is with a heavy heart that we announce the disbandment of Aespa. After careful consideration and discussions with the members, we have come to the difficult decision to end Aespa's activities as a group.

We would like to express our deepest gratitude to all the fans who have supported Aespa throughout their journey. Your love and dedication have been the driving force behind the group's success, and we are truly grateful for your unwavering support. We would also like to extend our heartfelt thanks to the members of Aespa – Karina, Giselle, Ningning, and Winter – for their hard work, dedication, and passion over the years.

Each member has brought their unique talents and strengths to the group, and we are immensely proud of all that they have achieved together. While the decision to disband Aespa was not an easy one, we believe it is in the best interests of the members and their future endeavors. We ask for your understanding and support during this time of transition. We also want to take a moment to remember and honor the memory of Minjeong, who tragically passed away earlier this year. Her loss has deeply impacted all of us, and she will forever hold a special place in our hearts.

As Aespa's journey comes to an end, we hope that you will continue to support and cheer on each member as they embark on new adventures and pursue their individual dreams. Thank you once again for your love and support for Aespa. We will cherish the memories created together and look forward to the bright future that lies ahead.

Sincerely,
SM Entertainment
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Jimin signed as she walked into the dorm, the once lively place was now dark and filled with dust, an undertone of sadness dwelled everywhere. Jimin look around and imagined the good days where her and the members would laugh, watch movies, bake... Jimin laughed at the thought of knowing that it would never happen again.
She walked into all the rooms seeing the empty shelfs and cobwebs. She lifted the last of the boxes she has stored, but before she could her phone buzzed with a plethora of notifications, she picked up her phone and opened it to see what all the commotion was about. She got notifications from hundreds of news outlets, the first one making almost caused her to drop her phone.
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"Autopsy Details of Late Aespa Member Minjeong Leaked to the Public.
The autopsy report of the late Aespa member, Minjeong, has been leaked to the public, revealing shocking details surrounding her tragic death. According to the report, Minjeong's cause of death has been identified as Hanahaki Disease, a rare and often fatal condition caused by unrequited love.

The revelation has sent shockwaves through the entertainment industry and Aespa's dedicated fanbase, as the details of Minjeong's struggle with the illness were previously kept private. However, with the release of the autopsy report, it has become apparent that Minjeong battled the disease in secret, her suffering hidden from the public eye until now.

In a disturbing twist, photos of Minjeong's diary, which chronicled her struggle with Hanahaki Disease and her unrequited love for a fellow Aespa member, have also been released alongside the autopsy report. The intimate and deeply personal entries offer a glimpse into Minjeong's innermost thoughts and emotions, laying bare the depth of her pain and longing.

With the revelation of Minjeong's cause of death and the release of her private diary, speculation has begun to swirl surrounding the identity of the object of her affection. Many have pointed fingers at fellow Aespa member, Jimin, suggesting that her unrequited love may have been the catalyst for Minjeong's tragic demise. The leak of the autopsy report and Minjeong's diary has sparked outrage and controversy among fans and the public alike, with many demanding answers and accountability from those involved.

As the investigation into Minjeong's death continues, the spotlight remains firmly fixed on Aespa and the dark secrets that lie beneath their glamorous facade. In the wake of these shocking revelations, Aespa's future hangs in the balance, as the group grapples with the fallout from Minjeong's untimely death and the devastating impact it has had on their lives and careers. As the world waits for answers, one thing remains clear: the legacy of Minjeong will forever be marked by tragedy and heartbreak.

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Jimin's breath caught in her throat as she read the words, her mind racing with a mix of disbelief and dread. Fingers trembling, Jimin clicked on the article, her heart pounding in her chest as she braced herself for the inevitable onslaught of pain and sorrow that awaited her. But as the page loaded, her worst fears were realized: the details of Minjeong's autopsy, once private and sacred, were now laid bare for the world to see.

Tears welled in Jimin's eyes as she scrolled through the article, each word a painful reminder of the tragedy that had torn her world apart. She felt a surge of anger and helplessness wash over her, the injustice of Minjeong's death compounded by the invasion of her privacy and dignity. As Jimin struggled to process the flood of emotions coursing through her, her phone continued to buzz with notifications, each one a reminder of the relentless scrutiny and speculation that surrounded her every move.

Jimin couldn't take it anymore everything was to much to bare... to consume... to process.

With a heavy heart, she knew that she couldn't stay in the dorm any longer, couldn't bear to be surrounded by reminders of the life she had lost and the pain she had caused. With a determined resolve, Jimin wiped away her tears and returned to packing, her mind set on finding a new place to call home, away from the prying eyes of the world and the constant reminders of her past mistakes. But as she gathered her belongings and prepared to leave, she couldn't shake the feeling that the worst was yet to come, that the storm of controversy and scandal that had engulfed her life was far from over.

As she walks towards her destination she reads comments under the sources.

User342: "I can't believe Jimin could do something like this! Poor Minjeong deserved so much better. #JusticeForMinjeong"

RinaPlizz: "And she had the audacity to date Jaewook! Minjeong must of suffered a lot..."

KpopLover99: "This is just heartbreaking... I always admired Aespa and their bond, but now it seems like there was so much darkness lurking beneath the surface. Jimin has a lot to answer for."

AespaFanatic: "I'm devastated by the news of Minjeong's death. She was such a bright and talented young woman, taken from us far too soon. And to think that Jimin may have played a role in her demise... it's just unfathomable."

MusicObsessed2y63: "I've been following Aespa since their debut, and I never would have imagined something like this happening. Jimin was always one of my favorites, but now I don't know what to think. My heart goes out to Minjeong's family and friends."

KpopQueen: "I'm heartbroken... it's so sad to see that our sunshine Winter is no more... I've never seen a case of Hanahaki Disease before... it's so unfortunate that Winter was caught in its grasp."

AespaForever: "I'm devastated by the loss of Minjeong, but let's not jump to conclusions about Jimin. We don't know the full story, and it's unfair to blame her without all the facts."
AespaStan24: "I'm heartbroken over Minjeong's death, but I refuse to believe that Jimin could have intentionally hurt her. We need to wait for more information before passing judgment."

AespaAenergy: "My heart goes out to Minjeong's family and friends during this difficult time. Let's focus on supporting them and remembering Minjeong's legacy, rather than spreading rumors and speculation."

KpopInsider: "I'm shocked by the news of Minjeong's cause of death. It's a tragic reminder of the pressures and struggles that idols face behind the scenes. My thoughts are with Minjeong's loved ones, and I hope they can find peace and closure."

AespaDreamer: "Let's remember that we're all human and capable of making mistakes. Instead of pointing fingers, let's come together as a community to support each other and honor Minjeong's memory."

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As Jimin scrolled through the comments, her heart sank with each word of condemnation and disbelief. The weight of their accusations and judgment bore down on her like a crushing weight, leaving her feeling overwhelmed and helpless.

Tears welled in Jimin's eyes as she read the harsh words directed at her, each comment serving as a painful reminder of the pain and suffering she had caused. She wanted to defend herself, to explain the truth behind Minjeong's death, but the words caught in her throat, suffocated by the weight of her guilt and shame.

With a trembling hand, Jimin wiped away her tears, her heart heavy with regret and sorrow. She knew that she deserved the backlash, that she had failed Minjeong in the worst possible way. But as she read through the comments, a glimmer of hope flickered in her heart – the hope that maybe, just maybe, there was still a chance for redemption, a chance to make things right. But for now, all Jimin could do was bow her head in silent remorse, her mind consumed by thoughts of Minjeong and the pain she had caused.

As she closed her eyes, she whispered a silent prayer for forgiveness, knowing that she had a long and difficult journey ahead of her to earn back the trust and respect she had lost.

Jimin has finally reached her destination. As Jimin stood on the banks of the Han River, the murky waters below seemed to mirror the turmoil in her mind. A tumult of emotions churned within her, threatening to swallow her whole. She gazed out at the expanse of water stretching before her, feeling as though she stood at the precipice of oblivion. Her heart weighed heavy with guilt and regret, each beat echoing like a drum of despair in her chest. The accusations of the fans, the memories of Minjeong's tragic death, the burden of her own mistakes – it all bore down on her with crushing force, threatening to suffocate her beneath its weight. Tears welled in Jimin's eyes as she grappled with the enormity of her pain.
How had it come to this? The thought of Minjeong, her bright smile and infectious laughter, only intensified her anguish, a constant reminder of the life she had lost.

A voice whispered in the depths of Jimin's mind, urging her to end it all, to escape the pain and suffering that consumed her. With trembling hands, she stepped closer to the edge of the river, the cold wind whipping at her skin like a lash of regret.

But even as she contemplated the abyss below, a glimmer of hope flickered within her. Somewhere, deep within her soul, a spark of resilience refused to be extinguished.
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A voice shattered the silence around her. Startled, she turned to see Jaewook standing there, his presence like a lifeline in the darkness that surrounded her.

"Jimin, stop!" Jaewook's voice was urgent, filled with concern as he approached her. He reached out and gently took her hand, his touch a grounding force in the midst of her turmoil. Jimin's tears flowed freely as she looked up at him, her voice choked with emotion.

"Jaewook... how did you find me?" she asked, her heart heavy with confusion and gratitude. Jaewook's eyes were filled with empathy as he pulled her into his arms, holding her close as she trembled with emotion.

"When I went to pick up the boxes from the dorm, you weren't there," he explained softly.

"I was worried, so I checked your location and came as fast as I could." Jimin clung to him, grateful for his presence and his concern. In that moment, she felt a flicker of hope ignite within her, a glimmer of light in the darkness that threatened to consume her.

With Jaewook by her side, she knew that she wasn't alone – that no matter how dark the road ahead may be, she had someone to walk it with her. And for that, she was endlessly grateful.

Jimin clung to Jaewook, her tears soaking his shoulder, she couldn't help but feel the weight of her guilt bearing down on her.

"I'm suffering, Jaewook," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "It's all my fault. I couldn't save her... I couldn't save Minjeong."

Jaewook held her tighter, his arms a comforting embrace in the midst of her turmoil. "Jimin, it's not your fault," he said softly, his voice filled with compassion. "You did everything you could. Sometimes, things happen that are beyond our control."

But Jimin shook her head, her heart heavy with regret. "I should have been there for her," she insisted, her voice breaking with emotion. "I should have been a better friend. Maybe then... maybe then she would still be here." Jaewook sighed, his expression one of gentle concern as he gently brushed away her tears.

"Jimin, listen to me," he said firmly. "You're not alone in this. You need to talk to someone, get help. Therapy could really help you work through your feelings and come to terms with everything that's happened." Jimin's heart constricted at the mention of therapy, her pride bristling at the suggestion. But deep down, she knew that Jaewook was right.

She couldn't continue to carry the weight of her guilt and sorrow alone – she needed help, support, guidance. With a heavy sigh, Jimin nodded, her resolve strengthened by Jaewook's unwavering support. "Okay," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Okay, I'll... I'll get help. For Minjeong... and for myself."


Jimin sat by the Han River with Jaewook, her mind drifted back to a time when she had stood on the same banks with Minjeong by her side. It was a warm summer evening, the sun dipping low on the horizon, casting a golden hue over the water. Minjeong had taken Jimin by the hand and led her to the riverbank, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

"Come on, Jiminie," she had said, her voice filled with excitement. "I want to show you one of my favorite places to relax." Curious, Jimin had followed Minjeong, her heart light with anticipation. As they reached the edge of the river, Minjeong had spread out a blanket on the grass, gesturing for Jimin to sit beside her.

Together, they had watched as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" Minjeong had said, her eyes sparkling with joy as she looked out at the river, but she wasn't just looking at the river, she was looking at Jimin as well.

"Whenever I'm feeling overwhelmed or stressed, I come here to clear my mind and find peace." Jimin had nodded in agreement, her heart swelling with gratitude for Minjeong's friendship and the moments they shared together.

In that moment, as they sat side by side by the tranquil waters of the Han River, Jimin had felt a sense of peace wash over her, a fleeting moment of serenity in the midst of life's chaos. Now, as she sat by the river once again, Jimin couldn't help but feel Minjeong's presence beside her, her spirit lingering in the gentle breeze that rustled through the trees. Though Minjeong was gone, her memory lived on in the quiet moments they shared together, a bittersweet reminder of the bond they had shared and the love that had once filled Jimin's heart.

As Jaewook held her close, Jimin felt a glimmer of hope ignite within her. She knew that the road to healing would be long and difficult, but with Jaewook by her side and the promise of therapy ahead, she was ready to take the first step toward healing and redemption.

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"So, Jimin, it's been 10 years since Minjeong's passing. How have you been coping with everything?" Jimin's therapist asked.

"It's been... a journey, to say the least. There are days when I feel like I've made progress, and then there are days when it feels like I'm right back where I started." Jimin responded.

"That's completely understandable. Grief is not linear, and it's okay to have good days and bad days. How have you been managing your feelings?" Her therapist asked once more.

"I've been trying to focus on the good memories, you know? Remembering the laughter and the joy we shared together. But... it's hard. Sometimes, it feels like the pain is still as fresh as it was 10 years ago." Jimin signed out.

"It's normal for grief to ebb and flow over time. Have you been able to find any coping mechanisms that help you during the difficult moments?" The therapist asked.

"I've been journaling a lot, trying to put my thoughts and feelings down on paper. And spending time with friends and loved ones, leaning on them for support when I need it. But... there are still times when it feels like nothing helps." Jimin replied.

"It's important to give yourself grace during those times. Healing takes time, and there's no right or wrong way to grieve. Have you been able to find any moments of peace or acceptance amidst the pain?" Anther question was asked by the therapist.

Jimin pauses, reflecting "I think... there have been moments, fleeting though they may be. Like when I'm out in nature, surrounded by the beauty of the world around me. Or when I'm lost in music, letting the melodies wash over me and soothe my soul."

Her therapist smiles, "Those are beautiful moments, Jimin. It's important to hold onto them, to cherish the small moments of peace and joy that come your way. Remember, healing is a journey, and you're not alone in it."

Jimin nods, a faint smile crossing her lips "Thank you, doctor. I'll keep trying... for Minjeong, and for myself."

"That's all we can ask for, Jimin. Remember, I'm here to support you every step of the way." She replies.

"Sometimes, I just wish I could turn back time and change everything." Jimin says truthfully.

"It's natural to have those thoughts, Jimin. But remember, you did the best you could with the information and resources you had at the time." The therapist says.

"I know, but it doesn't make the guilt any easier to bear." Jimin says.
"Guilt is a common reaction to loss, especially when we feel like we could have done more. But it's important to remember that you're not responsible for Minjeong's illness or her passing." Her therapist states.

Jimin sighs "I just miss her so much. It hurts to think that she's gone."

"It's okay to miss her, Jimin. Grieving is a process, and it's important to allow yourself to feel all of your emotions, even the painful ones." The therapist says truthfully.

"I just wish there was something I could do to make it right. To bring her back." Jimin sighs.

"I understand, Jimin. But unfortunately, death is a part of life, and sometimes, all we can do is learn to live with the loss and find ways to honor the memory of those we've lost." Her therapist tells her.

Jimin nods, "I'll try, doctor. I'll try to find a way to honor Minjeong's memory and live my life in a way that would make her proud."

"That's all anyone can ask for, Jimin. Just take it one day at a time, and remember that I'm here to support you through it all, and maybe one of these days you can reach out to Yizhuo and Aeri?"

Jimin looks out the window and replied with, "Yeah... maybe..."

As Jimin stepped out of the therapist's office, the weight of her emotions still heavy on her shoulders, she couldn't help but be drawn to the sky above. The vast expanse stretched out before her, a canvas of blue tinged with hues of pink and orange as the sun began its descent. For a moment, she allowed herself to be captivated by the beauty of the world around her, a brief respite from the turmoil within. The honk of a car horn brought her back to reality, and she turned to see Jaewook waiting for her in the car.

With a sigh, she walked over and climbed into the passenger seat, the familiar comfort of his presence offering some solace in the midst of her inner turmoil. As they drove in silence, Jimin's mind wandered to their destination. A daycare center. It was a place filled with laughter and innocence, a stark contrast to the pain and sorrow she had been grappling with. Perhaps being surrounded by the joyful energy of children would offer some reprieve from the heaviness in her heart. As they pulled up to the daycare center, Jimin took a deep breath, steeling herself for the task ahead. She knew that the road to healing would be long and difficult, but with Jaewook by her side and the promise of brighter days ahead, she was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
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"Hey, love, how are you holding up?" Jaewook asks his wife.
Jimin sighs, her voice heavy with emotion "It's been... really hard, Jaewook. I just miss her so much. I miss my old friends as well... and my career."

Jaewook gently squeezes her hand "I know, sweetheart. I wish there was something I could do to make it easier for you."

Jimin leans her head against his shoulder "Just having you here with me helps, Jaewook. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Jaewook wraps his arm around her, pulling her close "I'll always be here for you, Jimin. No matter what."

Jimin sniffles, wiping away a tear "Thank you, Jaewook. I love you."

Jaewook presses a kiss to her forehead "I love you too, Jimin. We'll get through this together, I promise."
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After a while of driving the couple reach their destination, then they step out of the car. Jimin and Jaewook stood outside the daycare, holding hands and lost in their thoughts, their attention is suddenly captured by the sight of a vibrant, energetic little girl running towards them.

Her hair, a cascade of curls bouncing with each step, framed a cherubic face adorned with bright, sparkling eyes that danced with excitement. Dressed in a colorful ensemble that reflected her playful spirit, she radiated warmth and joy. Her boba eyes are full of warmth and her tiny body bounces along with her neatly cut bangs.

"Umma! Appa!" the little girl exclaimed, her voice filled with delight as she reached them. Without hesitation, she threw herself into Jimin's arms, wrapping her tiny arms around her neck in a tight embrace.

Jimin's face lit up with a radiant smile as she returned the hug, her heart overflowing with love and affection. "Hey, sweetheart," Jimin cooed, pressing a kiss to the girl's cheek. "Did you have a good day at daycare?" The girl nodded enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Yes, Umma! I made a drawing for you and Appa!" Jimin's heart swelled with pride as she looked down at the drawing clutched in the girl's hand, a colorful masterpiece that showcased her creativity and imagination.

Beside her, Jaewook's eyes brimmed with warmth and love as he watched the exchange, a tender smile playing on his lips. In that moment, surrounded by the love and laughter of their precious daughter, Jimin and Jaewook felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over them. Despite the challenges they faced, they knew that their family would always be their source of strength and joy, lighting up their lives with endless love and happiness.

As they were about to walk away, they hear running from behind them. As they turned around, they noticed it was one of the daycare teachers.

The teacher stepped out of the daycare, a warm smile gracing her face as she approached Jimin and Jaewook. In her hand, she held a pink crayon case, a playful reminder of their daughter's forgetfulness.

"Minjeong!" the teacher called out, her voice filled with affection. "You left your crayons!"

Jimin's heart swelled with love at the sound of her daughter's name, a rush of warmth flooding her veins. She turned to see her daughter Minjeong, a radiant smile lighting up her face as she bounded towards them. Minjeong reached out eagerly, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she reached for the crayon case.

"Thank you, Teacher!" she chirped, her voice filled with gratitude. The teacher chuckled softly, handing over the crayon case with a gentle pat on Minjeong's head.

"You're welcome, sweetheart. Don't forget to use them to create something beautiful." Minjeong nodded eagerly, clutching the crayon case to her chest with a sense of pride. As she turned to run back to her friends, her laughter echoed in the air, filling Jimin's heart with boundless joy.

Watching her daughter back towards them, Jimin couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for the precious gift of motherhood. In moments like these, surrounded by love and laughter, she knew that every sacrifice and every hardship was worth it, for the chance to watch her daughter grow and thrive.

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Jimin watched her daughter Minjeong disappear run into their house, her heart swelled with a mixture of emotions. Gratitude, for the love and joy her daughter brought into her life. Sadness, for the loss of her dear friend Minjeong, whose memory would forever live on in their hearts. Yet amidst the bittersweet ache, there was also a flicker of hope—a reminder that life, with all its complexities and challenges, was still worth embracing.

Turning to Jaewook, Jimin found solace in the warmth of his gaze. They had weathered many storms together, but through it all, their love had only grown stronger. Hand in hand, they walked back to their car, the soft hum of the engine a comforting backdrop to their shared silence. Each passing moment was a testament to their resilience, a testament to the unbreakable bond that held them together. As they drove home, the setting sun cast a golden glow over the horizon, bathing the world in a warm embrace.

Jimin couldn't help but feel a sense of peace settle over her, like the gentle caress of a summer breeze. It was a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there was always beauty to be found, always light to guide the way. Minjeong's laughter echoed through the halls as she ran ahead, her tiny footsteps padding against the hardwood floors. Jimin's heart swelled with gratitude for the precious gift of motherhood, for the opportunity to watch her daughter grow and thrive something she has always wanted in life.

As they settled into the evening, Minjeong regaled them with tales of her day at daycare, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she animatedly recounted her adventures. Jimin couldn't help but marvel at the boundless energy and enthusiasm of her daughter, a constant source of joy and inspiration. As the night wore on, they gathered around the dinner table, sharing stories and laughter as they savored the simple pleasures of family togetherness.

With each passing moment, Jimin felt a renewed sense of gratitude for the love and support of her husband and daughter, a love that filled her heart to the brim. And as they nestled into bed later that night, Jimin found solace in the warmth of Jaewook's embrace, knowing that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, as a family. With Minjeong nestled between them, her soft breathing a comforting lullaby, Jimin closed her eyes and let herself be carried away by the gentle rhythm of their love. In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of her family, she knew that everything would be okay.


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Ladies and gentlemen,

Love is a mysterious force that has captivated humanity since the dawn of time. It has the power to uplift our spirits, bring joy to our hearts, and inspire us to be our best selves. Yet, love is also a complex and multifaceted emotion, capable of leading us down paths both beautiful and bittersweet.

One of the most poignant aspects of love is its ability to transcend boundaries and defy expectations. It works in mysterious ways, weaving its magic through the tapestry of our lives, often when we least expect it. Love has a way of finding us when we least expect it, and it has the power to transform even the most ordinary moments into something extraordinary.

However, love is not always reciprocated in the way we hope or expect. Unrequited love, though painful, is a testament to the depth of our emotions and the complexities of the human heart. It teaches us resilience, compassion, and the importance of self-love. While unrequited love may leave us feeling vulnerable and exposed, it also reminds us that love is a journey, not a destination. In the end, love is a journey filled with twists and turns, highs and lows, joys and sorrows. It is a force that binds us together, connecting us in ways that defy logic and reason.
And while we may never fully understand its mysteries, we can take solace in the knowledge that love, in all its forms, is a gift to be cherished and celebrated.

Thank you for reading everyone🤍