@ash._iz: Jimin was the brightest star of her generation. Her ethereal beauty, porcelain skin, sharp yet delicate features, and eyes that seemed to hold entire galaxies, captured millions. Tons of fans dreamed of her. Magazines called her the untouchable muse, the idol everyone wanted but no one could have. No one knew that someone already held her heart. Minjeong had loved Jimin quietly since their first secret meeting years ago. Calm, reserved, and allergic to the spotlight, she preferred the soft glow of their apartment to red carpets and flashing cameras. She never complained about hiding their relationship. She adapted to Jimin’s chaotic schedule, swallowed her loneliness during long promotions, and loved without asking for more. Being Jimin’s safe harbor was enough. It was the greatest gift life had given her. Today was Minjeong’s birthday. She had spent the afternoon preparing a simple dinner: pasta with the sauce Jimin loved, and had set the table with two candles. Jimin had promised she’d be home early. But the hours dragged on. Minjeong waited on the couch, checking her phone every few minutes. At 9 PM, a short text arrived: Running super late with the team. Might not be back until after midnight. Don’t wait up. Minjeong’s heart sank, but she forced a small smile. She’s probably planning a surprise, she told herself. That’s why she’s late. She was too in love to be realistic. By 11 PM, the candles had burned low. The pasta was cold. Still, Minjeong clung to hope. She picked up her phone and called Jimin. Once. Twice. Three times. No answer. She sent gentle messages: Hey love, are you okay? I miss you tonight. Can you come home soon? I just want to see you. Please… even for a little while. Jimin finally picked up on the fifth call. Before Minjeong could speak, her voice exploded through the speaker, sharp and exhausted. “Minjeong, what the hell? I told you I’m busy! You keep calling and texting like this is going to make me finish faster. It’s really starting to get annoying. I can’t deal with this right now. Stop pressuring me!” Click. The line went dead. Minjeong sat frozen in the dark apartment, phone still pressed to her ear. Silent tears slipped down her cheeks. She didn’t even get to say it was her birthday. She never wanted to burden Jimin with that. ______ It was past 2 AM when Jimin finally left the studio. The late-night meeting with her manager had dragged on endlessly. She was bone-tired, rubbing her eyes as she walked to her car in the underground parking lot. A notification lit up her phone. Her calendar. Minjeong’s Birthday. Jimin stopped dead in her tracks. The color drained from her face. “Sh*t… no.” The memory of her harsh words on the phone hit her like a slap. She had called the love of her life annoying. On her birthday. Jimin felt sick with guilt. “I have to fix this,” she whispered. She drove to a 24-hour florist and bought the biggest bouquet of sunflowers she could find. Bright, golden, and full of life. Minjeong’s favorites. The ones that always made her smile like the sun itself. As Jimin placed the vibrant bouquet on the passenger seat, her phone rang. An unknown number. Something told her to answer. “Hello?” A calm, gentle woman’s voice spoke on the other end. “Is this Jimin? I’m calling from Seoul National University Hospital. There’s been an accident. You were listed as the urgency contact.” Jimin’s blood turned to ice. “Kim Minjeong was in a taxi. The driver lost control. She… she didn’t make it. I’m so sorry.” Minjeong had asked the driver to take her to the quiet park on the edge of the city. The secret place where she and Jimin used to meet in the early days of their love. Jimin’s world collapsed. _________ (Continuation in com) #winrina #au #jiminjeong #karina #winter

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