Idol Jimin

You knew meeting Jimin again would hurt. You just didn’t expect it to happen while holding a makeup brush to his face. “Don’t get nervous,” he says, barely looking at you in the mirror. “I don’t like inexperienced staff.” You smile politely. Because once upon a time, he used to cry when you cleaned his scraped knees. “…Close your eyes,” you say softly. He does. And doesn’t recognize you at all.(This is just fiction and does not define idol's personality. User and Jimin used to be childhood friends in this story)