Short Story.
Park Jimin has never known unconditional love and affection. Even as a successful artist, his life is in ruins.
Jeon Jungkook, by either luck or fate, crossed paths with the depressed idol. Bring light and warmth into the other's darke...
Darkness surrounded Park Jimin. Mentally and physically.
It is nearly midnight and Jimin was expected to be sleeping in bed peacefully in his large mansion-like home at the edge of town, in his king-sized bed with a dozen soft pillows, curtains drawn, and dreaming of performing in front of his adoring fans. It all seems so perfect. But it was so far from perfection. Far from what he is forced to feed to the world.
Park Jimin is miserable, lonely, depressed, angry, frustrated; all in one. He doesn't feel loved, adored, wanted, appreciated, happy. The pressure upon his shoulders as he has grown up with has finally snapped his sanity cord. He is done, with everything, everyone.
Jimin sighs as he pulls his hood over his face even more, not wanting to be spotted or acknowledged by any passerby at this time of night. He wants to be invisible to the world.
How could one live like this? How could so much success leave him feeling, nothing.
Maybe because it wasn't all his.
Park Records. It was their success. His parents recording label. They are the ones who molded, trained to no end, punished and beaten for their success. And yet with all the love from his fans and respect from his country, it was never enough for his parents. The money, was never enough. The whole company was built on Jimin's back, yet a thank you was never given. And gratitude was never shown.
At just 25 years of age, Jimin had had enough. He is just exhausted, so exhausted.
So, here he was, staring into the deep river beneath him atop a tall bridge with no one in sight. He can hear the river's quicken current for it had stormed some short hours ago, causing the rise of water.
"No more." He whispers, biting his bottom lip as is quivered. Tears threaten to fall from his swollen eyes for the nth time tonight.
With a deep breath, Jimin grips the cold metal railing. One foot up, then the next. He sat atop the rail staring down one last time.
Let the nightmare end. He thought to himself.
Leaning his body forward without anymore hesitation, he released the railing, and began his decent into the darkness below.
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A/N: I'm thinking of putting fanart at the end of every chapter. What do you sweethearts think?
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