Jimin... InSuk... The End.

 After an unforgettable night of walking and sharing tender kisses, the lovers returned home separately to avoid arousing suspicion. Jimin put Subin in one taxi while he got in another and followed her. At a traffic light, their cars passed each other.

 Subin walked home slowly. As she strolled along the gray asphalt, she enjoyed the cool night air and occasionally looked up at the night sky. When she saw the stars, she immediately remembered Jimin's sweet kiss, and her cheeks flushed red. She looked down in embarrassment and smiled.

 The dormitory appeared behind the trees. Only a few windows were lit. The girl stopped and looked at the building. She sighed sadly. She thought that as soon as she went inside, the whole fairy tale would disappear. But she didn't want that at all. She wanted to relive it over and over again, never reaching the word "The End."

As she got closer to the house, she saw Taehyung at the entrance.

"Taehyung, what are you doing here?" she asked in surprise.

"Waiting for Jimin to come back from dinner," the boy replied, looking at the phone in his hand.

"He's not back yet?"

"No, and he's not answering his phone. Director Bang has been looking for him all evening." "Oh, he's going to get it tomorrow," said Tae. He then noticed the girl's happy face. "Why are you so happy?"

"Just..." The girl smiled, hiding her red cheeks.

Jimin had just gotten out of the taxi. He threw his jacket over his shoulder and slowly walked toward the dormitory. He took his phone out of his pocket and turned it on. Thousands of messages and missed calls from Director Bang and the members lit up the screen immediately. He didn't care that he would be scolded and punished tomorrow for today's antics. Tomorrow would take care of itself, but today, Subin was in his heart.

 He had achieved his goal. The girl who had awakened feelings in him unlike anything he had ever experienced before was now by his side. She belonged to him, and he belonged to her—completely and utterly. He no longer had to worry about Taehyung, although he still didn't know what had happened between Jim and Subin.

 As he approached the building, he heard voices. Slowing down, he peeked out from behind the bushes. Subin and Taehyung were standing near the entrance. They were talking. Then he heard the girl say,

"Let's date!"

"What?" Tae exclaimed.

 Pain. It was a terrible pain, as if someone had stabbed him in the heart and was poking around inside. His breathing became uneven, and his heartbeat quickened. Everything around him disappeared, and the ground slipped away from under his feet. Jimin froze in place. He didn't know what to do, where to go, or what to say. After all, his dream had just been shattered before it could come true. How could this have happened? Just a moment ago, they had been happy, kissing and making wishes on stars. Now, she was asking to date Tae. This... Tae, who had done absolutely nothing for her. He hadn't even tried to get her attention.

 Jim stood with his eyes closed in the middle of the street for a long time. Alone. His heart was broken into tiny pieces, and he was completely alone. Alone with his thoughts. Only one phrase repeated in his head: "Let's date!"

 It's two in the morning, and Jim still hasn't come home. He wanders through the empty streets alone, not knowing where he's going. His feet are leading him somewhere. The countless calls per minute on his phone in his pocket are about to make it explode. But he ignores them all. They're from Namjoon, Hoseok, Yoongi-hyung, and especially Tae, who is also sending a million messages in a row. Here's another call:

"Hey, Tae! Stop calling every second." He picked up the phone.

"Jimin-shi... Take me home." A woman's voice came from the receiver.

"InSuk-shi?" The guy was surprised to see her name on the screen. "What's wrong with your voice? Have you been drinking?"

"No, not a drop..." The girl tried to speak soberly, but she couldn't.

"Where are you? I'll be right there." He hung up, hailed a passing taxi, and gave the driver the address.

 Choi InSuk was sitting on the sidewalk in a short black dress. She was drunk. Her shoes were scattered on the nearby road. She held a half-empty bottle of soju and took sips every few seconds. She was already staggering from the amount of alcohol she had consumed earlier. Jimin paid the driver and immediately went to her.

"Choi InSuk, what are you doing?" he asked, standing over her.

"Oh, Jimin. You're here," the girl smiled, looking at him with one eye.

"Why are you drunk?"

"What do you care? What business is it of yours? You left me alone in the middle of the hall and went off with Subin."

"I didn't leave anyone. You stuck to me like a leech. You followed me everywhere."

"I followed you? You were led around like a puppy on a leash. All seven of you were led around and shown off to others: "Look at my puppies! They're all so cute and beautiful."

"Shut up already. Enough of this circus. I asked to take you home, and now you're humiliating me. Why did I even come here?" He turned his back on her and took a step forward.

"Jimini, wait... I'm sorry." She stopped him, grabbing the edge of his jacket. "Don't go."

"Then stop humiliating me. I have feelings, too. I get hurt, too." He sat down next to her.

 There was five minutes of silence and empty gazes into the distance. "Ah, how tired I am..."

"If you're tired, then the escape was successful." She looked down sadly at the ground.

"Ayshhh..." Jim hissed, snatching the bottle from InSuk's hands and drinking its contents. The drink burned his throat, but he didn't care. He only had one thought: to get drunk.

"Jimin, what are you doing?" InSuk's eyes widened.

"It's funny. I thought she was different, but she's just like everyone else," he began.

"Are you talking about Subin?"

"I don't want to mention that name anymore. I hate it." He took a sip. "Okay, okay. Let's go home. I promised."

"Yes... The girl agreed, wearily lifting her butt off the asphalt.

No one said a word in the taxi. InSuk glanced at Jimin, who stared out the window the whole time at the high-rise buildings. The taxi pulled up to a huge building. Jim helped the drunk girl out of the car and paid the driver. He sat her down on the sidewalk and rang the doorbell.

"Thank you, Jimin," InSuk whispered, barely able to stay seated.

"For what?"

"For not leaving me alone..." I called my other friends, but they didn't care about me. Everyone was busy for some reason. It's nighttime. No one cares about me. "InSuk, you're so nice. We're friends forever," they all said when I gave them gifts. Today, however, I'm with someone who doesn't like me. The one who says outright that he hates me.

"InSuk"...

"No, Jimin. Don't make excuses. I know you'll never like me no matter how much I want you to. Thank you for being honest with me." She stood up. Jimin ran over to help her. At that moment—how could there not be a twist, as always happens in dramas - the girl's foot twisted and she fell onto the boy's chest. She stopped too close to his soft lips. In an instant, she kissed Jimin, causing him to jump away as if he were scalded.

"Yaa, In-Suk! What are you doing?" he exclaimed. "I wanted to see if you were really as sweet as they say." The door opened. "Good night, Jimin." She entered the house.

"Yeah, okay. Bye..." The boy didn't know what to say or do.

 After standing at the gate for a few seconds, he took a deep breath and headed to the road to catch a taxi. Today had been a difficult day.

 The morning began with pleasant memories. Subin had barely woken up when she saw images of yesterday's walk and the sweetest thing that had happened that night: Jimin's gentle touch. His fans would kill her if they found out. At work, they would tear her to pieces. But this is her and Jimin's secret, and no one will find out until the time is right. She doesn't want to think about it at all. She just wants to feel his kisses every day. She wants to listen to his voice and sink into his warm embrace forever.

Lying in bed, she didn't know what to do with the overwhelming happiness that consumed her. She closed her eyes, then opened them again and stared at the ceiling. She smiled, listening to her heart beat wildly in her chest at the mere memory of him: the dark-haired, handsome boy who lived across the street.

 After brewing a strong cup of coffee, Subin sat down on the sofa. Today was her day off. She could relax and rest a little. She turned on the TV and got ready to watch. Commercials. Commercials. News. Celebrity news. Suddenly, a photo of Jimin and another girl appeared on the screen. Subin recognized InSuk in the picture. Then, the headline appeared: "BTS member Park Jimin was seen kissing Choi InSuk, the daughter of Choi Yoon Suk..."

 Her heart broke. Coffee spilled onto the floor. Everything around her fell silent. Her head spun.

A phone call: Manager Bangtan. He was shouting into the receiver. They had all been called to a meeting on their day off. The agency was in turmoil.

The scandal could cause the cancellation of all of the band's planned concerts. They needed to find a solution to the problem urgently.

But Subin is not thinking about that right now. She sat on the sofa, still in the same position she had been in when she heard the news.

Emptiness... Pain... Shock... Jimin... InSuk... The end...