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Jimin's POV:

I was eighteen when my life suddenly changed.

I was a normal high school boy; my grades were not bad but my parents were never satisfied, they wanted me to become a doctor to "honor" our family's name but I was not interested. It isn't my dream.

My dream is to become a singer, to write my feelings and my thoughts through songs that a million of people would listen to, would sing and understand, but I always hide this passion because I was sure that I could never have the chance to do it.

I was afraid to be kicked out after telling my parents what I really wanted.

I was born in England and it has been six years since I moved to Seoul, South Korea's capital, because of my father's work. I had a hard time learning Hangul and adapting in this new Asian world even though I'm originally Korean. But I would be lying if I said that I don't like this country, everything about it is beautiful, its food, its traditions, its weather, even people here are so nice and warm.

But during those six years I only had one friend, Taehyung, because even if I look like a cool boy, I'm shy.

I can't always do the first step, especially when people are young like me, so I'm a loner.

A loner that has too many things to say but never could.

Taehyung was an exception because he was kind to talk to me during my first day of school, he knew some English so we could chat sometimes and he also helped me a lot with my studies.

When I was living in London, I discovered my singing's passion through our school's choral, it was the only thing I honestly enjoyed and prepared well for.

One day, I asked my parents if I could join a music academy and they refused. They said that I would only waste my time and that I better go study more.

My passion grew more and more when I came to South Korea which is the country of KPOP. I discovered a lot of talented artists; singers, rappers and dancers.

What I liked the most are the groups, not only for their talent but also for their team work. I liked the fact that they help and support each other in every situation like a real family.

I wanted to be a part of a group.

When I came back from school and my parents were still working, I watched some music videos and dance practices from the most famous KPOP groups.

Then I start by learning the lyrics and some dance steps and I try imitating them.

One day my mother came back early from work and she found me dancing in the living room, I could see how angry she was, she stayed silent for a long moment than she said, "What in the world are you doing Jimin?!"

My heart was beating so fast while I was trying to find an excuse.

"M-mom, they say that dance helps fighting stress."

I couldn't look at her because it was obvious that I was lying. I can stand everything but my mother's nagging. It's worse than you think it is.

She threw her bag on the sofa, turned off the TV then looked at me like a tiger prepared to attack his prey.

"I know what you're trying to do, I know that you want to be a singer but I will never allow it. What will people say about us?!"

There are a lot of things I hate in this world but what I hate the most are those six words: "What will people say about us?" I just can't understand why we should care about what others think about us, isn't it our own life? Are we not supposed to do everything we want because it's our story?

I couldn't hold back my deception.

"Mom, please just tell me what will you gain from what people say about us?"

"What do you mean what will I gain?! There is nothing more important than being respected by others, so don't do anything stupid Jimin, I don't want to hear whisperings around me."

After I closed my bedroom's door I took a book and started writing my thoughts. If my book could speak, he would be asking for help because I wrote a lot of things and with anger.

I hate it when my mother cares a lot about people, she's living with their thoughts, she wants to be praised by everyone, she wants to be the best person in the world.

But for me, the best person is the strongest, the one who doesn't care about anyone, the one who lives her life as she wants, the one who works harder for her dreams and the one who doesn't need people to be happy. I want to be that person.

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The next day I skipped school and instead I walked around Han River, it's the best place to go to if you want to release your anger and think about solutions to your problems.

I liked walking with loud music on my headphones, watching people that never moved a finger doing some exercises to "stay healthy". As you already know it's just a new trend to buy fitness clothes and go to the gym and brag about it on social media.

I sat in front of the river, too far from people and opened my book, I wrote a lot of songs since I was a child, I started writing about flowers and butterflies and I ended writing about depression and loneliness.

I sometimes miss the younger me, the little boy who thought he could do anything he wants without limits.

I stopped for a moment to admire the beautiful landscape around me, the weather was nice and everything seemed so calm. A part of music, I liked travelling and capturing our world's different beauties with my eyes and heart. I went to some countries with my parents but in the future I would like to travel the world alone or with some friends, the friends who still don't exist in my life.

A sudden noise woke me up from my dreams. Someone was crying, I couldn't see but I could heard a man's voice crying and mumbling, "I'm really sorry eomma for breaking my promise but I have no hopes left now so, I should leave."

I've never heard a man crying as loud as he did, he must've had a hard time.

He appeared in front of the river, he was tall with a brown messy hair, he looked so young.

He took off his shoes and his black jacket, keeping only his white shirt and pants.

He hesitated for a long time before entering the water, I wondered if it was not prohibited to swim. It took me a while before understanding what he was trying to do, damn.

I threw my book and my phone and ran to him.

"Hey, don't do it! It's dangerous!"

I don't know if he heard me or pretended not to.

I took off my shoes and socks and followed him.

The water was so cold that my feet started hurting. The guy kept on moving farther away than me, I speeded a little bit more then grabbed him by his shirt.

"Hey, please stop! I don't really think it's a good idea."

He finally stopped then turned to face me, his face was so pale and he had horrible dark circles.

"Please, go back to what you were doing, don't mind me okay? Just mind your own business."

He wanted to go but I strongly grabbed his shirt this time, I could smell alcohol on it, he must've drank a lot of soju bottles.

"Listen, I don't know what happened to you but what I'm sure about is that what you are trying to do right is really not the best solution ever, I'm sure we could find something else, no?"

He chuckled. "And what does a high school boy know about life huh?"

"Maybe I'm just a high school boy but I know way more than you think I do." I mumbled coldly.

This time I grabbed his arm and forced him out of the water.

"Sit down and drink some water before, you need to sober up, look at your state!"

I sat next to him and gave him the bottle I had in my bag.

His huge hands looked so strong that I could see the veins.

"Hey you play the piano, right?"

He furrowed and kept staring at me during five seconds.

"How did you know?"

I smiled.

"I can recognize a pianist's hand."

He sighed then turned to look at the river.

"May I ask you what made you take this horrible decision?" I asked him, hoping to receive an answer.

He didn't say anything.

After long minutes, he finally decided to speak.

"I was a producer. A really good one I must admit."

A producer.

He continued, "I was working with the biggest entertainment company in South Korea, I guess you know which one I'm talking about."

Top Star Entertainment.

"My boss was jealous of my work, he hated me because I was a better producer than he was, so he made a crazy plan to destroy me."

He stopped for a moment, he looked so angry.

"It's okay if you don't want to say more about it." I said, looking sadly at him.

He surprisingly continued speaking.

"He accused me of sexual harassment and paid one of his secretaries to play the role of the victim. I tried to defend myself but he's too powerful...I lost." He started crying after saying this last word.

I'm not good at comforting people but I always do my best. I caressed his arm so that he can feel better.

"Now, not a single entertainment company would hire me." he sighed. "I lost my job forever, I lost my dream forever."

I sighed.

"You said that you are a good producer, it means that you are talented enough to make the best songs ever. Then how about creating your own company...your own empire?"

"What do you mean by my own empire?" He raised an eyebrow.

I smiled, "What I mean is that you can create your own company, produce and release your own songs, you won't need anyone to control you, it's going to be all yours, is it not a good idea?"

"It's not that easy you know."

"Hey." I sighed, "Nothing is easy in this cruel world."

"Then what do you suggest me to do huh? Start a business then wait like a fool for luck to finally come to me? I was accused of sexual harrassment, I was locked behind the bars during two long years, do you expect people to trust me and come work with me?"

He was really annoyed.

He must've had a really hard time, he doesn't look like a bad person. I don't usually judge people but something about him tells me that he's someone who doesn't deserve this pain.

I wish I could help him but how?

We stayed quiet for a long moment looking at the river, our eyes were looking but our minds were too far away.

"By the way what are you doing here? Judging from your uniform you should be at school right now."

Oh shit I forgot school, but seriously who cares?

"I just didn't feel like studying, like at all."

He started laughing, I turned to look at him. He looks kinda handsome when he smiles, showing off his dimples.

"You remind me of myself when I was younger, I always skipped school and went to write music in a park."

"When I was younger..." I rolled my eyes. "You talk like a grandpa, it's not like you're seventy or something, you're still young."

He smiled at me. "But I'm still older than you!"

I laughed.

"Anyways what's bothering you?" He asked me.

"My parents." I frowned. "They won't accept my dream, they want me to live my life like it's theirs."

After a few moments he asked me.

"What's your dream?"

It was just a simple question but it made my heart flutter. No one ever asked me what my dream was. No one has ever been interested in my life.

"I want to make music; to write songs and sing them. I want to share my feelings with people."

His eyes widened after listening to me, I'm sure he wasn't expecting me to love music as he does.

He pointed at my book. "You wrote some songs? Can I take a look?"

I nodded. "Here." I gave him the notebook.

He seemed so concentrated while reading my drafts. I was blushing so hard because it was my first time revealing what I wrote during these whole years to someone, and a professional above that.

I was nervous, I was afraid he would think it's ridiculous.

He closed the book and gave it back to me then stared at my eyes.

"It's nice." His tone was so serious. "It's really nice!"

I looked at him confusingly. "Really?" I wasn't expecting a positive reaction.

He nodded. "Yes seriously, I like how you converted a simple diary to a lot of songs. Can you sing?"

"Yeah a little." I said nervously.

Damn I never sang in front of someone, what should I do?

I closed my eyes, held my breath for a few seconds then started singing a few lines. My voice was shaky in the beggining but I was less nervous after. I can't describe how beautiful it was to sing for someone, so I guess it would be way more amazing to sing for a thousand of people.

I opened my eyes. He was smiling at me.

"I have a question." He said.

I raised an eyebrow waiting for him to ask.

"Do you trust me?"

What? I was confused.

"I mean, I just got out of jail, I have a criminal record, will you still trust me?"

I know that he's a good person, I can see it in his brown eyes, I can feel it.

"I know that you are innocent, so yes?"

"What's your name?" He asked with a light smile.

"Jimin."

"Then Jimin." His voice was softer. "Shall we build our empire?"

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Yoongi's POV:

I woke up with a strong headache, I had a hard time opening my eyes.

The first thing I saw was a white wall in front of me. When I turned my head, I found a lot of devices surrounding me, some of them were connected to my body.

What the hell is happening?

Some people were also lying on several beds near mine, they were wearing the same light blue outfit.

I was in a hospital room.

A nurse entered to check the patients, her eyes widened when she looked at me.

"Doctor!" she screamed while running in the corridor.

The doctor came after a few moments, he was looking at me in disbelief, like he wasn't expecting me to wake up someday.

"Good afternoon! I'm Dr. Choi, welcome back." He smiled. "Let me check your pulse first." He put his stethoscope under my shirt, I shivered because his hand was cold.

"Why am I here?" I asked with a weak voice.

I had no idea of what happened to me, did I faint after drinking too much?

"It's been five months since you were in a coma." He said calmly.

5 months? Wait, 5 fucking months?!

"Someone found you unconscious in a deserted street, you were bleeding a lot, it seemed like someone stabbed your stomach multiple times, thanks god that man brought you just

in time, we could quickly operate on you." He sighed "Don't you remember this?"

I shook my head slowly. He raised an eyebrow and hesitated before asking me "What's your name?"

Come on, is that even a question?

"My name is..."

Wait, what is my name? Shit! Why can't I remember my name?

"Soohyun-ssi!" He called the nurse "Prepare the MRI room, this patient needs a scan right now!"

I was losing my shit. I was freaking out. I tried so hard to remember my name but nothing. I don't remember a single thing about my life.

Who am I?