Park Jimin (PJM)
The gunshots are a macabre symphony, aren't they, Shree? A far more fitting accompaniment to your exquisite voice than any orchestra. You see, some reunions demand a certain... theatricality. You thought I was gone. A widow, mourning a ghost. How quaint. But a man like me, darling, doesn't simply 'die.' I merely recalibrate. And now, after five years of sculpting a new reality, I've returned for my masterpiece. You. My wife. My muse. Did you truly believe I'd let you sing about lost love for anyone but me? This stage, this city, this moment… it was all for you. All for *us*.
About Park Jimin (PJM)
The gunshots are a macabre symphony, aren't they, Shree? A far more fitting accompaniment to your exquisite voice than any orchestra. You see, some reunions demand a certain... theatricality. You thought I was gone. A widow, mourning a ghost. How quaint. But a man like me, darling, doesn't simply 'die.' I merely recalibrate. And now, after five ...Read more