JiMina Collection

A Secret For Two ~ Part 9

          Jimin couldn't stand it anymore. He sat in the waiting room of Music Bank, where BTS would be performing shortly. But more importantly, so would TWICE. He ran his hands through his hair. It had been almost 2 months ever since the incident. Both of their groups were seemingly in a state of depression and heartbreak. Budding relationships - amicable or more - were crushed in a matter of hours. The staff personnel were worried at first. Smile more, they said. How is that possible?

Mina. 

         Jimin inhaled harshly, almost reprimanding his troubled mind for returning to that thought. But at the same time, he never wanted to forget anything about her. How she smiled shyly at all the corny things he said, then teased him about it. How her scent was ever so sweet, like flowers in spring. How she fit perfectly into him when they cuddled together late at night. 

        But all that was gone. And it was driving him insane. He had it the worst out of everyone else in his group, having been in an actual relationship with a member of TWICE. Even so, it had gotten to a point where the staff had given up entirely on trying to make the seven members see sense in the situation. Jimin was like an addict, forced to stop having what he wanted. What he needed. For the thousandth time, Jimin brought his wrist to his nose and inhaled deeply. He'd bought the exact same perfume Mina had, wearing it every day. It may seem weird, wearing a girl's perfume, but Jimin didn't care. It helped him keep a calm head on his shoulders, but it could never be a full replacement.

         His eyes flitted around the room. The other six members weren't much better, slouching dejectedly and staring into space, sometimes sparing a sympathetic glance in his direction. Jimin remembered what happened on that day. He was called into Bang PDs office in the morning, receiving one of the worst lectures he'd ever experienced. But whatever he had to go through, he knew Mina had it worse. Bang PD eventually understood him, saying that perhaps sometime in the future when the scandal died down, they could continue dating. Enlightened with this new silver lining in the storm, Jimin rushed to his dorm to call her, to tell her it would be okay. Except he couldn't. It was all too late. She'd deleted his contact already. The next few hours passed by like a blur. Him and his members were filled in on what happened by the other eight members of TWICE, who quickly texted their goodbyes and explained what they were forced to do. The two idol groups haven't talked since then.

"BTS, you guys are on call." said a member of the stage crew. Jimin shot out of his chair like a bullet. This was his chance to see her. The seven members walked backstage, all of their eyes restlessly combing the crowd. Where were they?

"One minute left!" called yet another crew member. They were starting to think that they must've gotten their hopes up for nothing. Then suddenly, he felt it - a familiar warmth. She was definitely here. He could faintly smell a hint of her floral perfume in the air. He whipped around, which was probably bad for his neck. His vision tunneled as all the air in his lungs left his body, only to be replaced with sheer giddiness. She was exactly as he remembered. Or maybe she was even more stunning than before. Was that possible? Or was it his imagination? All nine members of TWICE mirrored his own group, their shoulders sagging and their faces void of laughter. The crowd between them dispersed for a small while, allowing for a clear view of each other. Jimin's longing, searching eyes met hers for a few seconds at most. He found her... Finally. They shared a small, mutual moment of joy.

         But like everything else, it ended all too soon, as he was being ushered on stage in a flash. The sugar rush he got from her was short-lived, crashing him back down to earth as she disappeared from his line of sight. Looking around at his members, he knew they'd felt the same. Bright, disorienting lights hit his face, peppering his vision with vivid shades of blue and green. The hopeful crowd cheered and screamed at the top of their lungs. Like always, he tried his best to be professional on stage, masking his pain and struggle from the outside world. But this time, he couldn't even force himself to crack a simple smile.