Author’s POV
The world outside roared with applause.
Thousands of fans screamed his name, Jimin! ! Jimin! ! Jimin!! , their voices echoing through the grand concert venue like a storm of love and devotion. The final encore had just ended. The lights were dimming. Staff buzzed around backstage, congratulating each other on another flawless performance.
But Park Jimin?
He sat still.
Alone.
Backstage, curled up on the corner of a velvet couch in his dressing room, sweat drying on his skin, makeup still perfect, but his eyes,
Heavy. Haunted. Far away.
His fingers trembled slightly as he pulled out the necklace from beneath his stage outfit.
It glinted under the soft yellow backstage lights, a small, delicate moon-shaped pendant, aged with time but not a single scratch on it.
He held it gently between his fingers, like it was made of glass. Like it held the weight of something far heavier than gold.
Like it will break if held it a bit tightly.
Like someone close gave that to him.
Jimin exhaled slowly.
His lips parted as if to speak, but no words came out. Just silence. A deep, aching silence.
His throat tightened.
It had been seven years.
Seven years since that night he walked away from everything.
From his past.
From the blood, the shadows, the wars…
From him.
Min Yoongi.
His Yoongi.
…Or maybe not anymore.
He didn’t know why today, of all days, the necklace felt heavier.
He had worn it every day since he left, never letting it go, not even once. Not on stage. Not during interviews. Not even when stylists asked to change it. He always refused, claiming it was for "good luck."
But it wasn’t luck.
It was a lifeline.
A quiet promise to someone who never truly left his heart.
And now, on the biggest night of his career, with millions watching, celebrating, screaming for him, he sat alone, staring at the little moon Yoongi once gave him, feeling like something was missing.
Not success. Not fans.
Not applause.
But a presence.
A presence of someone whom he cherished with his whole heart all these years.
A gaze.
A certain deep voice whispered "You did well, baby."
A hand on his back when the world became too loud.
A love that he buried so deep, it still echoed inside his ribs like a ghost with nowhere to go.
He swallowed the lump in his throat.
The cheers outside grew louder again, another chant, another wave of devotion, but it all sounded distant.
He closed his eyes, the necklace pressed to his lips.
And for a brief moment…
Jimin allowed himself to whisper into the silence, just loud enough for no one but the universe to hear
"Do you still think of me… Yoongi hyung? As a lover or just like a fan as you are pretending from all these years"
His face is calm.
His posture perfect.
His heart, however…
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