maybe we're meant to be alone? [pjm]
jimin couldn't pinpoint the exact moment when his carefully constructed mask began to crack. he couldn't remember a time when he was truly satisfied with himself, mind devoid of doubt and insecurities. he couldn't recall when his smiles began to feel forced. he watched as a cheerful persona arose and drowned out the real, lonely, and sad park jimin. it was only a matter of time before the mask fell and shattered at his feet, leaving him alone to recover the pieces.
[lowercase intended. trigger warnings for implied/referenced self-harm, eating disorders, and suicide. please take caution & read at your own risk.]