Wings - Jimin
Park Jimin 박지민 - Dystopia!AU
거짓 속에 빠져있어” - Lie
His voice was like silk. He could hit every note perfectly,
pitch not faltering. Jimin was an unwavering soul, voice filtering through the
streets at night. His voice played from beat up cars of rebellious kids looking
to get caught.
You thought he had quit, but you realized he lied when your friend had snuck you an old iPod and headphones. She wanted to show you her favorite underground artists. Piano filtered through the old ear pods, calming your nerves of getting caught. It had been almost two years since you last listened to music.
But then you heard his voice. You couldn’t stand it for longer than a few seconds before ripping them out and turning to your friend. “When did this come out?” You breathed heavily, worry bubbling in your gut.
“Last week,” she smiled, shoving the iPod down the front of her pants as a police officer walked by.
That night, you confronted Jimin. He had told you he stopped after the new law was enforced. You had watched the officers take away his microphone and computers back then. You figured the two of you were safe as long as he stopped.
But he didn’t.
Every time a sin slipped past his lips, another droplet was added to his reserve—as he called it. The liquid was a deep navy, seemingly invisible in a black room filled with dark horrors. He tried not to be reminded of it, keeping only angel wings on his tongue. But it was hard, he revealed, head hanging low.
Even when he admitted his faults, the reserve did not change. It just continued to grow more full, dark liquid sloshing up the sides of the glass caldron.
Eventually, it began to pour over the edges, splashing onto an endless floor of darkness. When it was at its peak, he broke. Wall cracking down, lips bruised and bleeding from the abusive words he allowed to roll off the tip of his tongue.
Everything spilled from his eyes, throat, hands, and feet. He cried, he screamed, he threw things and kicked them down. Months of keeping everything inside had finally come an end. The glass holding his reserve of deceit cracked, no longer holding under the immense weight.
It slipped between the cracks, making them bigger. It flooded the dark room, breaking down the walls with its poisonous ways. It’s corrosive. It ate him up from the inside out. It spilled onto you as well, lashing at you with a serpentine tongue and alluring whispers. It tempted you, luring you in as it slowly killed him.
You tied to turn away, ignoring the pleas and cries for help. You’ve met the face of the devil before and it’s not sweet. But you battle your inner demons, looking back just once to see him on his knees, wallowing in his faults.
The liquid had spread across the floor, touching your feet and soaking the bottom of your pants. You took a cautious step towards him. His red, swollen eyes stared back at you.
Slowly, you reached your hand out, helping him up. He atoned for his sins, all of them carefully on display in front of you. They began slipping through the cracks in the floorboards, slithering away. His reserve was completely empty now.
“Promise me this time you’ll stop singing,” You whispered, pulling him into your chest.
He sadly looked down at you “I promise.”
A single drop fell into the bottom of the broken reserve.
Months later, you realize that he had lied to you again as an officer pulls him away. Jimin allows himself to be dragged away. You stare at his back. Before you turn away, you catch the letters stamped onto the side of the cruiser.
Freedom of Expression Detainer Division 336