Under the dim lights of the small, crowded venue, Minjeong gripped the microphone in her hand, her gaze cast downward as she steadied her breath. The opening notes of her song began to fill the room, each strum of the guitar echoing with a melancholy undertone that matched the heaviness in her chest. This performance, more than any other, meant something deeper. Tonight, she was going to sing the song she wrote for Jimin—the song she’d poured every ounce of heartbreak into.
As the music continued, her fingers trembled slightly. She didn’t know if Jimin would ever hear these words, or if they would matter if she did. But it didn’t change the fact that every lyric was written for her.
Minjeong’s voice rang out clear, soft but filled with weight as she began to sing.
“I thought we were stronger, unbreakable, true…”
Her mind drifted to a memory, one that now felt bittersweet. It was the night she and Jimin had stayed up late, tangled in each other’s arms, whispering promises that now felt so far away.
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Flashback
“Promise me,” Minjeong had murmured, resting her head on Jimin’s shoulder as they lay on her bed, watching the rain trickle down the window.
Jimin smiled, brushing a strand of Minjeong’s hair back. “Promise you what?”
“That we’ll always be honest with each other,” Minjeong said, her voice quiet but sincere. “No matter what. I just… I don’t ever want to feel like I don’t know you.”
Jimin’s eyes softened as she gazed at her. “I promise, Minjeong. I’d never lie to you.”
Minjeong had smiled, feeling a warmth blossom in her chest. She had believed her—every word.
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Present
But now, standing under the spotlight, those words echoed hollowly in her mind. She clenched the microphone a little tighter, her voice growing firmer, with an edge that hadn’t been there before.
“But I was a fool, blind to the signs, kept hoping you’d stay mine…”
The lyrics seemed to hang in the air, resonating with a mix of hurt and anger that felt too raw to hold back. And as she continued singing, another memory surfaced, the moment she had first started to doubt.
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Flashback
It was late. Minjeong had planned to surprise Jimin, showing up at her apartment with takeout and a grin, hoping for a spontaneous night together. But as she reached the door, she heard a soft voice inside, laughing in a way that made her stop in her tracks.
She knew Jimin had friends, and she trusted her. But something about that laugh—Jimin’s laugh, mingling with someone else’s—made her feel uneasy. She shook her head, brushing it off as overthinking. Yet, when Jimin opened the door and saw her, a flicker of surprise crossed her face, quickly masked by a smile.
“Oh, hey!” Jimin said, her tone too bright. “I wasn’t expecting you.”
Minjeong’s stomach twisted. “Is… is everything okay? I heard…”
Jimin waved it off, her smile never faltering. “It’s just a friend from work. Nothing to worry about, babe.”
But as they shared an awkward dinner that night, Minjeong couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.
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Present
Her voice faltered for a moment, but she pushed through, letting the lyrics guide her. She was singing for her broken trust, for all the times she had ignored her own instincts.
“You wore that mask so well, I never thought you’d lie…”
The audience was silent, captivated by the intensity in Minjeong’s voice. She could feel the weight of every eye on her, but she kept her gaze forward, focused, even as her heart ached with each word.
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Flashback
The final straw had come on a cold night. Jimin had been acting distant for weeks, her messages shorter, her laughter less frequent. When Minjeong had asked her if something was wrong, Jimin had always brushed it off, insisting she was just tired.
But Minjeong had seen the way she’d been avoiding her calls, and the way she’d lingered at work late, excuses piling up like a wall between them. So, one night, when Minjeong went to visit her unannounced, she saw it—the truth she’d been dreading.
Jimin was there, close to someone else, their voices hushed but intimate. Minjeong’s heart plummeted, her stomach twisting painfully. She turned away, unable to bear the sight, tears stinging her eyes as she stumbled back down the steps.
The confrontation that followed was quiet, almost calm—too calm. Minjeong hadn’t yelled, hadn’t even cried. She’d simply asked Jimin, “Why?”
Jimin had stood there, silent and ashamed, looking at anything but her. “I don’t know, Minjeong. I just… I made a mistake.”
“A mistake?” Minjeong’s voice had broken, her chest aching. “We promised each other…”
Jimin had nothing to say to that. She’d simply nodded, a single tear slipping down her cheek as she whispered, “I’m sorry.”
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Present
Minjeong’s voice grew softer, filled with a quiet devastation as she neared the final verse.
“I’m letting go, even though it breaks me…”
Each word felt like a weight lifting from her chest, as if she was finally releasing everything she had been holding inside. She didn’t sing these words for Jimin to hear them; she sang them to free herself, to find a way to let go of the hurt.
The final notes rang out, and for a moment, silence filled the room, heavy and palpable. Minjeong exhaled, her shoulders relaxing as if a weight had been lifted.
She set the microphone down, blinking back the tears threatening to spill over. But as she turned to leave the stage, something caught her eye—a figure at the back of the crowd, standing still, as if rooted to the spot.
It was Jimin.
For a moment, their eyes met across the crowded room, and Minjeong’s heart stilled. She could see the regret etched into Jimin’s face, the way her shoulders sagged, her lips parted as if she wanted to say something, to reach out.
But Minjeong didn’t move. She didn’t reach out. She simply held Jimin’s gaze, allowing the silence between them to speak louder than any words ever could.
Jimin took a tentative step forward, but Minjeong shook her head slowly, a small, bittersweet smile gracing her lips. She had sung her song. She had spoken her truth. And now, it was time to let go.
With a final, lingering glance, Minjeong turned away, walking off the stage and out of the venue, leaving Jimin behind in the crowd, her song echoing softly in the silence they left in their wake
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