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Silent Cries - JM

☽Pairing☾ ; Jimin | Reader!Idol

☽Genre☾ ; Angst | Fluff-ish ending

☽Word Count☾ ; 2.2k

☽Summary☾ ; Speaking up for yourself was rare, and being paired with your old childhood friend, who only knew about the harsh world being a trainee. The joy of seeing him again, faltered quickly, wanting to leave as soon as you could. It wasn't that easy, when you are meant to prepare a solo stage together.

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There are days you love watching Jimin's significant smile, that only tugged your heartstrings to be sent back to kinder garden where you first met each other. The simple blue car toy, that you were deeply in love with, and even begged your mom to get your very own. Fighting with this boy that were only a few months older than you, continued for two years, until you could show him off with the new Christmas gift. His eyes sparkling, and not even allowed to touch your possession, made him eager to try harder. It was a competition, between the two of you, that no one else understood. The individuals of a female and a male, liking the same things to receive equality in your friendship. It was about who could get the first toy in the playroom, and in middle school it was all about who could do an elephant turn the longest, without falling to their doom later.

Everyone thought it was cute, seeing you both spend so much time together, but it was nothing for you to wonder about. It was first in high school, you noticed how close you two were. The popular topics of boys and girls, having their first crush and the seven minutes in heaven. You developed a tiny crush on Jimin, without even trying to tell him. Besides, he had his own girlfriend to care about and you were just there to give him moral support. There wasn't anyone else like Jimin, and that's why you continued to stay by his side, despite being closed off from the world with new things. Every day and night, you would convince yourself to tell him that he should go to someone else than you, but it always failed. He had a soft spot, and it became a burden in the future. You couldn't say no, you couldn't even resist or reject offers even if it meant your own feelings were going to be torn. That's what love was, and even worse, that's how you were.

Finally, in college, Jimin wandered towards his path in Seoul to achieve his dream of becoming an idol. You promised to follow his steps, like the kids you were back then. The tiny pinkie promise, that was the only thing that mattered to hold a contract. Months passed, and being thrown from agency to agency, you found yourself to lose power over yourself. That everyone had something to say, and you couldn't do anything else than follow their orders. The only thing keeping you going, was the reminder that you were going to see Jimin this way.

So, it happened, the day you were told to create a solo stage with an idol member, better known as Park Jimin. It felt unreal, to know behind the white door in front, were to be memories and imaginations merged together. Your thoughts building the way his face was changing from a child to an adult, with the features of his body. You have been through hell, working on an image for yourself and even establish enough recognition to get this opportunity. But little did you know, how much of a monster Jimin had become through the harsh trainee period.

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"Jesus fucking christ Y/N. It's left-left-right-left!" He complained yet again, when your knees fell to the ground in agony. His facial expression, cold like a killer and his body position tense at the atmosphere. You could barely remember the fond smile he once had, turning to hurtful words whenever you messed up. It wasn't the Jimin you once loved so dearly, whether you pushed your mind to it.

"I-I'm sorry" You stuttered, getting on your feet again. It's been days, hours and minutes with the same insult of your reckless body. The dance practice becoming harder to learn, and whenever you messed up the slightest, or not to perfection, Jimin was right there to tell you.