BTS lives in a world where soulmates are connected so they can feel each other's pain.
Min Yoongi lives a great life at first glance, but something's missing...
Park Jimin has a dream, a past, and a whole lotta angsty feels.
They've been separated...
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k-pop_enthusiast_332: Ew, look at this little boy trying to be a man. #bringSujinback
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((Author's note: Sujin is not a real, resemblance between him and any living persons is purely coincidental. Sujin is a popular Idol that was drafted into military service. He and Jimin {who is solo atm} both are part of YG Entertainment. Fans have taken a disliking to Jimin and view him as a "replacement" for Sungjin.))
~Jimin's POV~
Fucking hell. I collapse onto my bed, yeeting my phone and those dreaded hate comments across the room. I should just delete Instagram altogether, like Yoongi says. At the resounding crash as the device hits my dressing table, my stylist, Ryuk Jiyeon, pokes her head in.
"Jimin? You good?" I sit back up, brushing my hair back and grinning sheepishly.
"I'm fine, it's just social media..." Nothing she hadn't seen before.
"Oh good, you're on in ten!" She pushes her way into the room, fussing over my makeup like a plucky mother chicken. I smile to myself, letting her do what she thinks is best.
Comments like that shouldn't bother me- after all, all idols get them at some point. I watch absentmindedly as Jiyeon swipes a brush across my face. What iffs me the most, is the comparison.
**As you all probably know, famous idol Yi Sujin was drafted for military service last August. Fans were crushed when the announcement was made, but back at the studio, the trainees' ears perked up. Rumors suggested that one of them would be prepared to become an Idol, taking on Sujin's fanbase and keeping it together before he came back. Of course, Jimin was thrilled at the opportunity to become an idol and achieve his dreams. He threw himself into training, sleeping late and waking up early to go to the studio. He studied twice as hard, and learned choregraphy beyond his years. He even started making some tracks for possible songs he could use to debut.
But while Jimin and the other trainees were over the moon, loyal fans were not as enthusiastic. On October 29th, when it was revealed that Jimin would become an idol in Sujin's place, YG Entertainment was stunned by the amount of backlash it received. Even so, everyone believed that the hate would die down after a couple of shows. The higher ups had utmost faith in Jimin's abilities.
The day came as Jimin's debut song aired, and that was when they realized even faith could not calm this storm. Barely 15 seconds later after the song aired, the chats were flooded by hate comments, many bearing the #2 trending hashtag, #bringSujinback, second only to #getridofJimin.
Since then, thing haven't gotten much better. Jimin has been the subject of millions of death threats, thousands of incriminating rumors, and six very real, very terrifying attacks. He lives in fear of whether he'll wake up the next morning, whether any of the staff have turned against him, and whether Sujin himself is out for blood. Stadiums where he performs are usually half full at the most. YG Entertainment 's stock is falling, and they are pissed.
Then, YG gets the news that Sujin is dead. A raid by North Korean soldiers on the compound he was at kills him. Fans everywhere mourn him. South Korean officials prepare for war. **
That day, I locked myself in my bathroom and screamed, cried, and laughed all at the same time. I scrolled through millions of articles and comments, looking for any sign that the torture I've gone through has ended.
And I was about to find out. After Jiyeon finishes brushing a fifth layer of makeup over my already impeccable skin (I suppose that nerves have gotten to her too), I head up to the stage area. As I anxiously await my performance, I can hear one of Min Yoongi's tracks blaring from the speakers. He's onstage, rapping his heart out for one of the intermission shows.
That man is my soulmate.
I adore everything about him. His performance persona of a tough, ass-kicking rapper dubbed Agust D, his hidden adorable fluffness. I love watching him breathe while sleeping, how he can fall asleep anywhere (and I mean anywhere!), how when he smiles you can see his gums. I love how excited he is before concerts, I love how dedicated he is with his music, how hard he works on each track. I love seeing this amazing guy on television, in reality shows, in Youtube videos and knowing that he's mine. That no matter how much fans try, he'll always be mine.
I am totally ready for this concert.
The music fades away, and Yoongi, returns backstage with the biggest smile on his face.
"Hey, it's A to the G to the U to the sexually transmitted disease!" I grin as he rolls his eyes.
"Will you shut up about that already?" He pouts and my heart absolutely melts. Who gave this man the right—
"Jimin!" I turn around to see the manager, one of my closest... friends wouldn't be right. The relationship was too professional for that. He looks bothered, and keeps wringing his hands together. "W-We just got news from the higher ups at YG–" That stopped me. Oh shit!! I nervously held my breath as he cleared his throat.
"If t-things don't go well here... t-they're going to... to let go of you." He spits out the last bit and my world flips all over itself.
Head still reeling, I groan and massage the sides of my head with my fingers. I can feel Yoongi's arm comforting around my shoulder. He's the one to speak first.
"What THE FUCK?" He looks so ready to spit fire at anyone in the nearby vicinity. Surrounding eavesdropping stagehands back away into the wings. "Jimin's worked his whole FUCKING LIFE to become an idol for your UNGRATEFUL HALF-ASSED COMPANY and fans can't FUCKING SEE he wasn't TRYING TO FUCKING REPLACE MR. PERFECT!?!"
"Yoongi, calm down!" I grab his arm and hold him protectively to me. "Don't shoot the messenger." My manager rapidly nods his head in agreement.
"Fine, I'll go shoot the fucking company's a-"
"Jimin! You're on in 3!" Jiyeon appears out of nowhere and gestures to the stage, saving us poor innocent souls from hearing whatever Yoongi was about to say. I nod in her direction and she disappears again.
Fucking hell. I'm about to go perform in three minutes, I got news that I'm probably going to be let go in two hours, and my boyfriend said some shit that will probably get him fired.
Honestly, I'm not surprised. I've seen how treatment has gone down for me over the past few weeks. I've seen the looks higher ups have given me when I pass them in the studio. I do find myself wanting to not believe it. Hoping it's all a bad dream and tomorrow I'll wake up swaddled in Yoongi's arms, ready for the tour.
But it's not.
I take a deep breathe, untangle myself from Yoongi, and get on the lift to the stage.
Here goes nothing!
I emerge out onto the stage, bathed in light. I look into the crowd which seems to be collectively holding its breath. Everything seems less sharp than normal, less outlined. I hear the first notes of 'Lie' start to play, but oddly distorted. Light and sound start to blur together in a whirling mess around me. The crowd starts screaming and I watch frozen, fascinated as shadows bloom out from the mob. They screech aggressively, sounding like nails on a chalkboard, and swoop towards me. I've lost all control of my limbs. The stage sways, seemingly peacefully, below me, and light is vacuumed into it. My world grows dark as I recognize my cue. I need to start singing, but my mouth won't open, and my limbs won't move. The shadows slowly lower me to the ground, pulling a satin black cloth over my eyes, drowning me in darkness.
