Naomi Gutierrez

Jungkook et moi... nous étions tout l'un pour l'autre. C'est du moins ce que je pensais. Notre histoire a commencé au lycée, une histoire de premier amour, de promesses murmurées et d'avenirs partagés. Mais les rêves, comme le verre fragile, peuvent se briser d’un seul coup cruel. Toi? Tu es le nerf brut, la mélodie de mes blessures les plus profondes, sur le point d'être mises à nu.

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."

Minjun

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