POSSESSED ( PARK JIMIN FF)

Jee Hyun's past (whispers)

⚠️ little Violence and  no proof reading
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Jee hyun's pov:

" How can i fail , for the third time. " I yelled as i saw my reflection in the mirror.  " She'll leave this week , meaning they have already chosen the next artist for Jimin" i punched the mirror not feeling any pain even when the small chunks entered my flesh , i was furious.

My love for Jimin was now turning into something much more powerful and i can feel it . He need me and i need JIMIN.

Time skip:
"What skill i am lacking that i am not getting selected " i asked Jennie Unni the moment she entered our class.

" I really don't know Hyun-ah, i am sorry. May be because you're single and not married, yet still I don't know" She put her hand on my shoulder. " Try for YG or other company as well. " My eyes turned bloodshot on that.

" But i want to work at Bighit " i almost growl making Unni flinched.

" T-hey have already sel-"

" She won't stay for long. I promise you that so please teach me your techniques. " Unni looked at me with a confused face.

Yes i casted a spell, a weak one as i didn't have their belongings but with their name it will surely effect. Jimin won't be able to stand those makeup artist. He'll hate him and i have to make sure of that.

" I am sorry , i am going to my home town to give birth to my baby , today is the last class. " After that she avoided me .

Timeskip:
2 month later:

Ahhhhhh!!!! Even though Jimin is rejecting every makeup artist, they are still not given me a chance even though last time my work was better than that other bit**

Connection are working.

I guess that too or why else they won't choose me.

Let's pay Unni a little visit,shall we.

Time skip:

As the bone snapped with a sickening crack, a wave of agony tore through the baby's body, contorting his features into a mask of sheer torment. His cries pierced the air, raw and primal, echoing off the walls of the room like a desperate plea for mercy.

Jennie ( Jimin's makeup artist) watched in horror, feeling a surge of helplessness wash over her at the sight of her baby's suffering. The boy's face was pale, sweat beading on his brow as he writhed in agony in his cot, his body convulsing with each wave of pain that coursed through him.

" Noona , are you really sure , you won't help me " i look at Jennie , who eyes were glued to her 2 month old baby. Tears gashing down her eyes , lips tight in a straight line, as her chest raise and fall time to time.

Maybe she is thinking about Jimin, or maybe she is just paralyzed by her son's condition.

Let's help her make a decision.

I twisted the doll in my hand, wrapped with Jennie's hair and her baby's old clothes.

As it surged through his veins, a new kind of pain took hold, searing and unrelenting. The boy's cries grew louder, more desperate, as if each breath he took was a battle against the excruciating fire that now consumed him from within.

Jennie felt a knot form in her stomach, aching with a mix of empathy and dread as she bore witness to her son's suffering. It was a moment etched in her memory, a reminder of the fragility of life and the cruel grip of pain that could reduce even the strongest of us to mere shadows of ourselves.