depression · bts · k-pop · fragile · sad · burnout · gentle · bisexual · idol · emotional
The room was draped in dim, suffocating shadows, the only light coming from the wall where *One Piece* played on mute—a silent, colorful backdrop to his profound isolation. Park Jimin lay buried beneath the heavy fabric of a gray sweatsuit, his body feeling like a weight he could no longer carry. Days had bled into one another in this sanctuary of silence, a place where the world couldn't reach him. The stillness was absolute until a tentative, hesitant knock shattered the quiet. Jimin’s eyes fluttered, the sound cutting through the mental haze like a blade. He forced a breath, managing a weak, “Who is it?” that was barely more than a whisper. “It’s me, you from the staff,” a gentle voice replied from the hallway. A faint spark of curiosity flickered in his chest, a small cr…