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𝐗𝐗𝐕: 𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

Park Soomi

I stared into the mirror, looking myself up and down while fiddling with the zipper of my dress. A breathy sigh escaped my lips as all the pent-up anxiety started becoming overwhelming. So lost in thought, I almost missed the quiet knock at my bedroom door.

"Come in," I shouted out, not bothering to turn around. From the corner of the mirror, I noticed Misa quietly enter the room.

"Hey..." she muttered. There was still tension between us as she awkwardly sat on my bed. "D-did something happen this morning? Was it another nightmare?"

I could sense the hint of concern in her voice, but I remained silent, unable to get over my anger from last night's events. Misa sighed at my hostility.

"Look, Soomi, I'm just worried about you and Jimin," she explained. I made eye contact with her through the glass and eventually gave in, seeing her genuine expression.

"It was awful, seeing him so...lifeless," I choked out, reliving the moment in my head. I could feel my breathing getting ragged, stress building up both from the horrid images and the stubborn zipper that still just won't budge. "His body was limp on the floor. There was so much blood. There was nothing I could do. But I won't let that happen tonight, no, I can't let that happen and—god, what is wrong with this stupid zipper!"

Misa didn't even hesitate, wordlessly getting up to help me with my dress. As I calmed myself down, I glanced back to Misa for the first time, finally noticing that she wasn't dressed up.

"Why aren't you dressed? Aren't you going to the party?" I asked.

"Why would I?"

"I don't know, maybe 'cause Jungkook will be there?" A bit of resentment peeked through in my voice. I expected Misa to lash back, but instead, she nervously bit her lip.

"Well, I wouldn't want to be...a distraction to Jungkook. He needs to have all his focus on Jimin," she muttered. My eyes softened at her words. Maybe I shouldn't be so hard on her...

"Never thought I'd see you admit to being wrong so quickly," I quipped, a faint playfulness returning to my tone as I tried to ease the tension.

"Hey! I'm not saying I'm wrong at all. You still can't tell me who I can and can't date—" She hesitated for a moment as if struggling to let out the words. "But...I shouldn't have assumed that Jimin would be okay with all this. I'll talk to him."

"W-wait," I stuttered, quickly recalling Jimin's untold feelings, "let me talk to him first. But it'll have to wait until later. Right now, all I can focus on is that party—"

As if right on cue, there was a knock on the door before it slowly swung open. Yoongi stood at the entrance dressed up in a suit with his hair slicked back.

"You ready? It's time to go," he said. I nodded, giving Misa one last look before exiting my room to join Jimin and Jungkook. Jimin gave me a reassuring smile, probably still confused by my extreme determination to come with him tonight. But every time I looked at his face, I was reminded by that lifeless look in his eye, and any need for an explanation just seemed insignificant.

"Hey Soomi," Jungkook whispered, pulling me away from the others, "I'm not sure what's going on, but I promise, you have nothing to worry about, okay?" he reassured. I hesitated, desperately wanting to believe him but finding myself unable to.

"Please, just don't leave his side."

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My eyes never left Jimin for a second, watching his every movement and any person that even batted an eye at him. But it was still difficult not to get distracted by the familiar surroundings.