Remember Me

Chapter 69

Jimin
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A couple of days after possibly the most vulnerable I had ever been in my life, I was feeling much lighter. My cards were on the table, my feelings were on the line. It was terrifying and exhilarating all the same. So this is what being alive is all about! Ugh, it's awful.

I now had only one person on my mind. In the morning when I looked in the mirror, I'd imagine her coming up behind me to hug me. I'd wink and make a joke about joining her in the shower. She'd wink back she say, 'Sure, why not?'
It was a torturous train of thought that made me blush hard.

I could imagine her helping me cook, dragging me out of bed in the mornings when all I wanted to do was spoon with her, me dropping her off at work before my work, coming back in the evening to hug her at the door, kiss her, hold her hands, cuddle with her as we watched TV, chat with her nonstop about anything and everything.

It was the small fantasies that really got me, the simple things that made me yearn for her. And it definitely didn't help that the media was all over what I'd said at the radio show. I was still trending number 1 on Twitter, as people speculated, lamented, or cheered. I didn't bother checking, I'd long since learned that reading comments was addicting and not productive.

Today was the third day of fashion week, I was scheduled for a viewing of a De La Renta fashion show. Usually the red carpets for these events were very minimal on the interviews and were all about shots of the outfit I showed up in, but I knew that given the heightened chatter about me, I'd be subjected to more paparazzi and questions than usual.

I'd not even picked what I was going to wear; Drey and Namjoon showed up at my place in the afternoon to take me to a stylist, and they picked out an expensive, embellished, blue-grey pressed suit. Namjoon was wearing a black and white suit with a cool scarf to go with.
I knew Taehyung had an invite to today's event too, but he had already attended the last couple of days and was sitting today out.

The sky was a solemn block of light grey, no sun in sight, but no real threat of rain either. As we got to the venue, we were greeted by our makeup team; we waited around half an hour before Joon decided to go off to the red carpet. These venues were far more private than award shows, so I felt comfortable walking around the lobby without being spoken to by reporters. The stylist assigned to me ran after me, "The body jewelry arrived, sir! Let's quickly get it on you and get you to the red carpet."

I followed her and quickly got suited up for the carpet. The second I stepped out in front of the large background wall in the press room to pose, the clicking cameras intensified and I was greeted with bright flashing lights. I took a couple of photos posing casually, and walked up to the front where a reporter was gesturing desperately.

"Jimin! How excited should we be for your new album to drop?"
I nodded and smiled, "I hope you're as excited as I am, because we've put a lot of work into giving you some of our best work."
"Are we going to get a lot of Star Label collabs?"

I laughed, "Of course! Of course. We started this company together with a dream to produce music together, and that's what we'll always do. The whole gang is coming together for the album, and we've got a couple of cool collabs with other industry artists you'll have to wait to hear about."

I walked a few feet over to the next reporter.
"Jimin, what's the vibe of the new album going to be?"
I thought for a moment, "Uhh... I suppose if I had to describe it, I'd say... lovesick? There's a lot of ballads and a lot of pining in this one."
"Were you perhaps.. inspired by anything or anyone?" He asked coyly.
I smiled and shrugged, "Yeah, perhaps. Above all I hope it's relatable to people."