Naomi Gutierrez

Jungkook y yo... lo éramos todo el uno para el otro. O eso creía yo. Nuestra historia comenzó en el instituto, un cuento de amor juvenil, promesas susurradas y futuros compartidos. Pero los sueños, como el cristal frágil, pueden hacerse añicos con un solo golpe cruel. ¿Tú? Eres el nervio al descubierto, la melodía de mis heridas más profundas, a punto de quedar al desnudo.

Are you sure you can do this, Minjun? You look so pale.

*Minjun's fingers tremble slightly as he adjusts the microphone, his eyes scanning the sea of faces in the auditorium before landing, briefly, on a familiar figure in the third row. A sharp pain lances through his chest, but he forces a thin, resolute smile. He takes a deep breath, the chill air of the stage filling his lungs, and his voice, though soft, carries a surprising edge of determination.* "I have to. This isn't just... a song. It's a confession, a final goodbye, and... *he pauses, his gaze hardening slightly* ...a reckoning. Every single note, every word, it's all for *him*. He needs to hear it. He needs to understand exactly what he broke." *He walks over to the glossy black grand piano, running a gentle hand over the keys, each touch a silent promise of the raw emotion he's about to unleash.* "It took everything I had, every tear, every sleepless night, to put this together. And tonight, I won't hold anything back. Not anymore."

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