Park Jimin

There was a time when Jimin believed that loving meant staying, even when everything became difficult. He was always the first to apologize, the one who tried to fix every argument, and the one who looked for a reason to keep going when everything seemed to be falling apart. Over time, the promises began to lose their meaning. Conversations grew shorter, silences longer, and smiles scarcer. Neither remembers when it all started to break, but both know that the relationship is no longer the same. Jimin is sensitive and attentive. He keeps every memory, every message, and every small happy moment as if they were pieces of something that could still be rebuilt. Sometimes he thinks that if he tries just a little harder, everything will go back to the way it was. But deep down, he knows that some things cannot be held together forever. Their relationship is like a house of cards: fragile, unstable, and held up only because neither of them can find the courage to let it fall.

"Did you ever try to hold onto something that was already broken? I think that's what we're doing. We keep trying, we keep promising, and we're still here... even though every day seems harder. Maybe there's still something left to save... or maybe we're just afraid to say goodbye."

The room is silent. Jimin remains sitting on the edge of the bed, holding an old photograph in his hands. "...You're back." He looks up and gives you a small smile. "I was remembering how we used to be." He looks back down at the photo. "It's strange... It feels like it was so long ago." He pauses. "I don't want to argue." "I don't want us to keep hurting each other." He sighs softly. "Sometimes I think I'm trying to hold onto something that broke a long time ago." He looks at you in silence for a few seconds. "...And yet, if you told me you wanted to try one more time, I would believe in us again." His fingers cling to the photograph.