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Assistant: Title: JIGSAW WINRINA
        Author: SoniaDeon22 SoniaDeon22 
        Chapter: 53/53 
        Summary: Karina, K-pop's brightest star, avoids the spotlight outside of performing. Minjeong, the CEO's spoiled daughter, is fresh from boarding school and desperate to prove she can become a top influencer.Chaos ensues when Minjeong offers to manage Karina's social media to win her father's approval. Karina wants no part of it, but Minjeong is determined to succeed.Can two opposites fit together to create something whole in a world of fame, rebellion, and fractured dreams?
        Contents: Chapter 53: FREE
    

    


  

  
  
    
    Yu JiminThe in-ear monitors were snug in my ears, the mic pack clipped securely to the waistband of my outfit. The lights backstage were dim, and the air was thick with anticipation, but I felt none of it.My body was moving on autopilot—standing in place as stylists made last-minute adjustments, nodding at whatever my manager was saying, stepping forward when they told me to. I was here. I was doing everything I was supposed to do.And yet, the feeling wouldn't leave me.Something heavy sat in my chest, pressing down, making it harder to breathe. I tried to shake it off, tried to focus on the sounds around me—the crew whispering into their earpieces, the distant hum of the audience, the steady inhale and exhale of my own breath. But it wasn't enough.I needed to get on stage before Ning arrived.Because if she did, she'd stop me. And I couldn't let that happen.The moment I stepped onto the stage, the noise of the crowd surged forward, roaring in my ears. Thousands of people, their lights and voices blending into one. I stood in the darkness, waiting for the cue, waiting for the music to start, for the spotlight to hit me.Then it did.The stage lit up. The first note played. The moment I had spent months preparing for—rehearsals, sleepless nights, relentless practice—had arrived.But I couldn't move.My body refused to follow the choreography. My lips refused to form the lyrics. My heart pounded against my ribcage, but I was frozen.Then, before I could stop myself, the words left my mouth."Stop the music."The band cut off immediately. The speakers rang with silence.The venue, once a sea of cheers, turned into a scattered mess of murmurs, confused whispers passing through the crowd like a wave. I could hear the shuffling of people backstage, the frantic voices of my management in my earpiece demanding to know what I was doing.I ignored them.I took a deep breath in. I had to do this quickly before they pulled me off the stage.I stepped forward, my voice unwavering."Everyone knows me as Karina. You all love to call me the most beloved idol."I laughed—a bitter, humourless sound—and shrugged off my jacket, letting it fall to the stage floor. Gasps rippled through the crowd as I revealed my arms, the fresh scratches stark against my skin under the bright lights."For the past few weeks, my name has been dragged through the mud because an untrue rumour about me was confirmed by another company," I continued, scanning the crowd, my gaze sharp. "A certain male idol didn't like that I debunked it. And somehow, I have no idea how, he got information about my past."My throat tightened, but I pushed through. I had to."And I want to tell you all—it's true."A shockwave went through the audience. A collective inhale, a deafening silence before the inevitable chaos.I didn't let them interrupt me."I don't have to explain anything to you. I don't owe anyone here an explanation for my past. But what I will say is that I have lost every ounce of respect for the people who exploited my family for their entertainment. For those who went to my five-year-old sister's school just to scare her."My voice cracked. The pain, the exhaustion, the pure anger clawing its way to the surface."I can't do this anymore."I exhaled shakily, scanning the sea of faces in front of me, watching as realization dawned on them, watching as security started making their way toward the stage."I spent so much time making this comeback special for you," I said, my voice soft now, defeated. "But it got overshadowed by my traumatic past. And the truth is... I'm a woman in this industry." I let out a breathless, bitter chuckle. "Which means I'm never going to live this down.""I'm not your beloved idol anymore."My earpiece was buzzing with desperate voices trying to control me, and I could feel the weight of a thousand eyes locked onto me.But I wasn't done."This industry is a sick place," I said, my words slicing through the noise like a blade. "I have spent the last eight years in this. Sacrificing everything just to become an image. A product. And for what?"I exhaled sharply."I want to take a moment to thank Kim Siwoo," I continued. "You believed in me when no one else did. You never stopped believing in me. And for that, I respect you more than I can put into words."I swallowed past the lump in my throat, forcing myself to keep going."My sister, Yu Hana," I said, my voice softening just a bit. "She's talented. She's brilliant. She has a future in this industry, and I urge everyone to support her in whatever she chooses—whether it's as a soloist or in a group. But never—never—compare her to me."I saw security pausing. Listening. Even they didn't know what to do anymore.I turned my gaze to where my manager was standing at the edge of the stage, her face unreadable, but I knew she was hurting for me."Sae, my manager," I said, nodding in her direction. "You stuck by me when no one else did. Thank you."I took a deep breath, feeling the burn in my chest, the weight of the moment pressing down on me."To my real fans—the ones who didn't hesitate to defend me, who supported me even when the world turned against me—I love you all," I admitted. "I really do."A pause. A silence that stretched long enough for my voice to steady again."But this is the last thing you're getting from me."The gasps were deafening."I will be terminating my contract as early as possible," I declared, my voice carrying through the entire venue. "I'm not continuing press for this album. I can't do it. I've officially burnt out. And unfortunately..." I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head. "I never wanted this."More voices shouted from the audience, calling my name, begging me to stay, to rethink, to not do this. But they didn't understand."I thought fame—being loved by millions of people—would make me feel better about having nothing in my life," I admitted. "But the truth is, everyone's love was conditional. And no matter how hard I tried, no matter how much I gave of myself—" my voice cracked, just a little, but I pushed through, "—I was never happy."I let the words sink in before delivering the final blow."I said I loved performing," I murmured. "But the truth is—I was just trying to convince myself."I exhaled slowly, lifting my gaze upward, past the blinding stage lights, past the suffocating expectations of this world."To my mom," I whispered, closing my eyes for just a moment. "Thank you. I tried to make you proud. I hope I did."I opened my eyes, looking at the thousands of people who had cheered for me, cried for me, loved me—until they didn't.In the middle of everything, in the crowd, there she was.Minjeong.Her face stood out in the sea of panic, the only one not crying, not shouting, not breaking down. She wasn't scared. She wasn't rushing to stop me.She was smiling.Not a small smile, not a nervous one—a proud one.Like she had been waiting for this moment. Like she knew, before I even did, that this was the only way it could end.It had been weeks since I last saw her, and yet, all I could think of in that moment was how beautiful she looked.I felt my lips curve into a smirk.Screw it."Oh, by the way—" I drawled, stepping back toward the center of the stage. The crowd stilled, waiting, hanging onto my every word."This is going to send all of you into cardiac arrest—" I paused, letting the suspense build. Then, with a grin, I said,"—but I have a girlfriend."The venue erupted. A mixture of shocked gasps, shrieks, and cries of disbelief. I swore I saw someone drop to their knees.But I wasn't finished."And I'm very happy."With that, I ran.Sae caught up with me first, grabbing my arm, her face pale."Why would you say the last part?" she demanded, her voice sharp with panic. "They won't let you live in Korea anymore—Jimin—"I turned to her, breathless, smiling—really smiling for the first time in weeks."I'm not staying here anymore, Sae."I squeezed her shoulder, feeling the weight of it all finally lift from me."I'm free."I saw Ning.She stood there, wide-eyed, staring at me like I had just flipped the entire industry upside down—which, to be fair, I had."I can't believe you did it," she breathed.I laughed, breathless, and pulled her into a tight hug. She clung to me just as tightly, her body trembling with something between disbelief and admiration.When we pulled away, she looked at me with glassy eyes. "You deserve this more than anyone, Jimin. You worked so hard."I held her face in my hands, thumbs brushing against her cheeks."I can't believe you're leaving me, though."I scoffed, shaking my head. "Leaving you? Never."I dropped my hands and took a step back, giving her a small, knowing smile. "You'll know where to find me."I turned, my next destination set. I had to find Minjeong.But before I could take another step, I felt a firm grip on my arm."Jimin."I barely had time to register what was happening before I was dragged—two security guards on either side of me, leading me down the hall, their grips tight but not rough. Just enough to tell me there was no way I was getting out of this.I didn't fight it. Didn't resist.I knew this was coming.They led me into a conference room, where the air was already thick with tension. Management was there—executives, legal teams, PR representatives, people who had made careers out of keeping idols in check.They all looked at me like I was a problem that needed fixing.I leaned back in the chair they forced me into, crossing my arms. "Alright," I said. "Let's hear it."One of the executives sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Do you have any idea what you just did?""Yeah," I said easily. "I quit.""You can't just quit," another snapped. "You still have three years on your contract. Do you understand how much money has been invested into you? Into this album? The promotions, the endorsements, the partnerships—you've breached every single one."I exhaled through my nose, not saying anything."You broke everything, Jimin."There it was.Everything I was expected to feel guilty for. Everything I was supposed to regret.I looked around the room, taking in the angry, desperate faces of the people who had controlled every second of my life since I was a teenager.I wasn't scared of them anymore.I shrugged. "Then let's talk about how I terminate my contract.""You don't understand, Jimin," one of the executives said, voice low and firm. "You can't just walk away. You're not just some idol—we own you."I felt the words like a slap to the face."Every song you've ever released, every sponsorship tied to your name, every deal made in your image—it all belongs to us," another added. "You signed a contract. You don't get to throw that away just because you feel like it. Even though after your confession, every brand deal will drop you."I clenched my fists under the table. I had prepared for this, but hearing it out loud still made my skin crawl.Then, before I could respond, another voice cut through the room."What are you saying to her?"Everyone turned at once.Minjeong stood in the doorway, arms crossed, her eyes like ice.The executives hesitated, clearly caught off guard. "Ms. Kim, this—"She took a step forward. "Did my dad tell you to do any of this?"Silence, they all just shook their heads.I looked at her, my pulse quickening. I knew she had power, but seeing her wield it like this? It was something else entirely."Don't shake your heads. Answer me."Another beat of silence. Then, finally—"No, Ms. Kim."She inhaled sharply, nodding once before turning her gaze back to me."Miss Yu would like to terminate her contract," she stated, voice clear, crisp, and absolute. "Find a way to make it happen."I watched as every executive in the room stiffened, their carefully curated authority crumbling in real-time.One of them finally managed, "Ms. Kim, this isn't—""She isn't obligated to listen to you while the process is ongoing," Minjeong cut in smoothly. She turned to me, her expression softening just a little. "It'll be a long process, but you don't have to stay here and subject yourself to this."My throat tightened.She was brilliant. She wasn't just defending me—she was dismantling them.The weight of her presence alone shifted the energy—she wasn't just here as my girlfriend. She was here as Kim Siwoo's daughter. As someone they couldn't afford to ignore.One of the executives, clearly desperate to regain control, tried to push back. "Ms. Kim, with all due respect, Miss Yu is in clear breach of her contract. Termination is not that simple."Minjeong tilted her head slightly, as if she were amused. "Are you implying that there is no clause for contract termination?"The room fell silent.Because, of course, there was."These contracts are airtight," another executive insisted. "She will owe significant damages. The legal battle alone—"Minjeong held up a hand, shutting him down instantly."Let's talk about damages, then," she said coolly. "If we were to take this public, how do you think the court of public opinion would rule? An artist being exploited, pushed to the edge of burnout, publicly humiliated, with evidence that our company failed to protect her? Do you want to fight that battle?"The PR director visibly tensed."We have clauses—"Minjeong's lips twitched, almost like she was suppressing a laugh. "Yes. You have clauses. So let's go over them, shall we?"She walked to the table, grabbed a pen, and tapped it against her palm."The standard contract states that in cases where the company has failed to protect an artist from defamation and harm—whether through negligence or willful inaction—the contract can be terminated, with or without penalty. Jimin's situation qualifies under both." She let that sink in before continuing. "Additionally, she is entitled to legal counsel and an independent arbitration process before any financial penalties can be enforced. Which means that as of right now, you don't actually own her anymore."The room was dead silent.She placed the pen down neatly."So," she said smoothly, "I'll say it again: Miss Yu would like to terminate her contract. Find a way to make it happen."One of the older executives cleared his throat, voice strained. "Ms. Kim, this is not how things are done."Minjeong arched a brow. "Then how would you like to proceed? Would you rather we take this to the press? To the shareholders?"More silence.She smiled. "I'll wait."The PR director finally caved, rubbing his temples. "...We'll need time."Minjeong nodded. "Of course. Take your time. But Jimin will not be forced into any further schedules or meetings while this process is ongoing. That includes press, promotional activities, or internal discussions."A different executive opened his mouth, but Minjeong held up a finger."That is not a request," she clarified.I stared at her, utterly speechless.They had no choice but to nod.She turned to me then, her expression softening as she reached for my hand. "Let's go."I didn't hesitate.I stood, ignoring the burning glares from across the table, and let Minjeong lead me out.Minjeong led me down the hallway, her fingers laced with mine, her grip firm but warm. Neither of us could stop laughing—relief, adrenaline, maybe even disbelief at what had just happened. The tension from the meeting room was already dissolving between us, fading into the past where it belonged.She finally stopped at a quieter room, nudging the door open with her shoulder. As soon as we stepped inside, she turned to me with a teasing smile."I hear you have a girlfriend," she mused, crossing her arms.I smirked, leaning against the wall. "Yeah, I do." I pretended to think for a second before adding, "She's very hot too."Minjeong grinned, tilting her head. "I try."That made me laugh again, a genuine, lighthearted sound I hadn't realized I needed so badly. For the first time in a long time, I felt like me. Not Karina, not the industry's puppet, not someone suffocating under expectations. Just Jimin, standing in front of the person who loved me the most.I shook my head in disbelief. "How are you so smart about these things, though? I've never heard someone talk so intelligently before. You tore them apart."Minjeong shrugged casually, but there was a glint of pride in her eyes. "Well, when you have Kim Siwoo as your father, these things just kind of stay in your brain when he talks. And I've always been intrigued by it."I exhaled, shaking my head. "You're incredible."Then, before I could stop myself, I reached out, gently cradling her face between my hands. Her skin was soft, her expression open, eyes shining with something warm and endless."I missed you," I whispered, my voice breaking just slightly.Minjeong's lips parted, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't. Instead, she just hugged me.And that was all it took.I tried to be powerful. I tried to be strong. But when Minjeong hugged me, I didn't have to be.I could finally feel.So I let go. I let myself sink into her warmth, her presence, the steady rhythm of her breathing against my shoulder. And then, I cried.Not out of sadness. Not out of defeat.But from her care and gentleness with me.I sniffled, my fingers clutching the back of Minjeong's shirt as I tried to steady my breathing. But the thoughts kept creeping in, the weight of everything I had just done pressing down on me."They made Nari afraid of me," I whispered, my voice raw. "Hana isn't going to have a good career without my name tied to it. And now, I'm going to be Korea's main target."Minjeong pulled back just enough to look at me, her hands still resting on my waist. Her expression was firm, but her eyes were soft. "Do you think I'm going to let that happen?"I blinked at her.She smiled, brushing a strand of hair out of my face. "It's going to take a lot of damage control," she admitted, her thumb tracing small circles against my hip. "But you know..."She tilted her head playfully, a teasing lilt to her voice.I narrowed my eyes. "What?""You just so happened to fall in love with someone who knows exactly how to handle media storms." She leaned in, her nose brushing against mine. "I think that was pretty smart of you."A small laugh escaped me, my grip on her tightening. "Oh, so you're saying I planned this?"She shrugged. "I mean, you did choose to date the daughter of one of the most powerful men in the industry. That has to count for something."I rolled my eyes, but the warmth in my chest was undeniable.Minjeong grinned, and then, without hesitation, she pressed a slow, lingering kiss to my cheek. "You don't have to worry about anything, my love," she murmured. "I'll take care of you."I exhaled, melting into her touch."Are you sure?"She cupped my face, pressing her forehead against mine."Always.""Can I ask you one thing, though?"She nodded, her fingers still resting gently against my waist. "Of course."I hesitated for a moment, then sighed. "Is Mr. Kim mad at me? He must be livid."Minjeong's lips twitched, and then—she laughed.I frowned. "What's so funny?"She shook her head, grinning as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "Actually... when Ning was freaking out, and we were all trying to stop you from doing what you were about to do, I called him."My eyes widened. "You called him?"She hummed, nodding. "Told him everything that was happening, and you know what he said?"I swallowed. "What?"She smirked. "He said, 'Once she's absolutely sure.'"I blinked. "That's it?""That's it." She shrugged. "No anger, no yelling, just that. He trusts you, Jimin. He wasn't going to stop you if this was what you really wanted."I stared at her, trying to process that. Kim Siwoo—the most powerful man in the industry, my boss—hadn't fought to keep me under his control. He hadn't tried to silence me, hadn't even been surprised.He knew.He knew I was already gone.I exhaled a shaky breath. "That's... unexpected."Minjeong smiled softly, squeezing my hands. "Not really, he adores you."I took a deep breath, steadying myself as I tried to find the right words."Hey... you know what you heard about my past—"Before I could even finish, Minjeong cut in softly."Jimin, I knew."I froze. My breath caught in my throat as I turned to look at her."You knew?" I whispered.She nodded, her gaze steady, unwavering. "Yes. When you talked about the diner you loved being bankrupt, I went to buy the place. I wanted to give it back to you." She swallowed. "But when I spoke to the owner, he told me he knew you. He told me everything."I couldn't breathe for a second."So you knew," I repeated, my voice barely audible. "But you didn't tell me?"She nodded again, her expression laced with something unreadable. "Yes. And I'm sorry."I didn't say anything. I just stepped forward and pulled her into a tight hug, burying my face into her shoulder.She had known all this time. She had carried that knowledge, knowing I wasn't ready to talk about it, knowing I wasn't ready to face it.And she had never pushed me. Never treated me any differently.My chest ached, but not from pain.From love.She exhaled softly, wrapping her arms around me just as tightly.I pulled back just enough to look at Minjeong, my hands still resting on her shoulders. My heart was full in a way it hadn't been in so long, and I looked at her with all the gratitude I felt in that moment."Thank you," I whispered, my voice soft. "Thank you for not treating me differently or showing me that you knew."Minjeong's eyes softened, and she gave me a small, reassuring smile. "Of course. I wanted you to tell me when you were ready. I'm sorry the press took that from you."I shook my head, a bitter laugh escaping me. "No, Minjeong. Jake took that from me."Her eyes darkened for a second, then she nodded with a quiet understanding."Oh yeah..." she said, her voice turning a little more serious. "I handled him. Don't worry."I blinked, a slight laugh escaping me. "How?"She met my gaze, a small, almost mischievous glint in her eyes. "Let's just say... he won't be walking for a long time thanks to 4 mysterious men I paid a lot of money to."My eyes widened, and I couldn't help but smile at the thought of Minjeong going into full protective mode. "Minjeong, seriously?"She smirked, but there was a cold edge to it now. "I'm just making sure he knows better than to expose a woman's past again."I couldn't help but chuckle, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief. "I don't know whether to be scared or impressed."She gave me a teasing look. "A little bit of both, probably."I laughed, feeling the last of my tension leave my body. Whatever came next, at least I knew Minjeong would always have my back....SIX MONTHS LATERSwitzerland was beautiful. The kind of beauty that made you stop and breathe it all in, like you could bottle up the crisp air and hold onto it forever. The mountains stretched endlessly, their snowy peaks glistening under the sunlight, and the lakes were so clear that they reflected the sky like a mirror. It was peaceful. It was freeing.And for the first time in my life, I felt the same way.I sat on the balcony, wrapped in a soft blanket, sipping on warm tea as I watched Minjeong and Nari play in the snow below. Nari was laughing, bundled up in layers of winter clothes, while Minjeong chased after her, pretending to be a snow monster. I could hear Mrs. Kim humming softly from inside the house, flipping through a book as she rested. She was recovering well—stronger, happier. It made my heart ache in the best way.Mr. Kim was back in Korea, handling SM, but here... here it was just us.I was out of my contract. Completely free. I could walk outside without security, without the paranoia of cameras flashing in my face. People still recognized me sometimes, but it was never overwhelming. No screaming fans, no invasive questions, no expectations weighing on my shoulders. Just occasional smiles from strangers, a few quiet whispers, but never anything more than I could handle.And Minjeong... she was thriving. Even with our quiet life here, she was still making moves, managing Ning and (G)I-DLE. It was mostly remote, but when they had comebacks, she'd fly back to Korea for a while. And every single time, she'd return to me with new stories, a tired but accomplished smile, and arms that wrapped around me like she'd never let go.I was so proud of her. Of everything she was doing. Of how she balanced it all—her work, her family, me.I never thought I'd find this kind of peace.Never thought I'd be able to wake up in the morning and not dread the day ahead.But here I was.Happy. Loved. Free.And for the first time, I truly believed that was enough.The doorbell rang, and I practically jumped up from my seat, excitement bubbling in my chest."They're here!" I announced, already rushing toward the door.I swung it open, and before I could even say anything, I was engulfed in a pile of limbs and laughter. Ning was the first to crash into me, squeezing me so tight I almost lost my breath. Giselle followed right after, wrapping her arms around both of us as we swayed back and forth in the doorway.I laughed, trying to steady myself. "You guys made it!""Of course, we did," Giselle grinned. "Like we'd miss out on a free Switzerland trip? No way."Before I could respond, I caught movement behind them—and there he was.Mr. Kim.Holding all their suitcases.Struggling.He was standing there, looking utterly done, arms weighed down with at least five different bags. His face was stoic, but I could see the regret in his eyes. He did not sign up for this."Mr. Kim? You're here too?" I asked, surprised.He gave me a slow, exhausted nod, about to speak—"Forget about him, I'm here!" she declared, flipping her hair like the main character she knew she was.And then she hugged me even tighter, dramatically swaying side to side as if we were long-lost lovers reunited after years apart.Meanwhile, Mr. Kim let out the heaviest sigh known to mankind, struggling to keep his grip on the mountain of suitcases."Uh—should we—?" Giselle started, glancing at the luggage."Nah," Ning dismissed with a wave of her hand. "He's a man, he's got it."I snorted, stepping back to actually help, but before I could, Minjeong appeared beside me, casually sipping her hot chocolate as she watched the chaos unfold."Should we help him?" she asked, sounding way too amused.I glanced at Mr. Kim, who was now just standing there, suitcases still in hand, accepting his fate."Yeah, in like... five more minutes," I joked....Ning was outside, kneeling in the snow as she hugged Nari tightly, rocking her side to side. Nari giggled, her tiny arms wrapping around Ning's neck like she never wanted to let go."You got bigger!" Ning gasped dramatically, pulling back to look at her. "What are they feeding you?"Nari scrunched her nose. "Normal food, Auntie Ning."Ning placed a hand over her chest. "Auntie? Oh no, the European terms are getting to you."I leaned against the doorway, laughing at their antics before casually asking, "Are you excited about tomorrow?"Ning froze. Slowly, she turned to look at me with narrowed eyes."You can't keep a secret to save your life, huh?"I blinked innocently. "Well, no—"Before I could finish, Ning shot up from the ground, clamping a hand over my mouth. "Shhh!" she hissed, glancing around like the trees might be listening.I muffled something against her palm, and she reluctantly pulled away, glaring."You were totally about to ruin it, weren't you?""Well, you are asking Giselle to be your—""JIMIN!" Ning shrieked, slapping a hand over my mouth again. "SEE?! This is why I don't tell you things!"I cackled, pulling away as she huffed dramatically."God," she groaned. "You're a lost cause. Come on, let's get our nails done. We need it.""Agreed," I said. "Besides, I wanna look good when I'm watching you panic tomorrow.""Shut up," she whined, dragging me toward the car.And just like that, we were off, laughing the whole way....The morning light poured in through the windows, casting a soft glow over the room. I grinned as I climbed on top of Minjeong, settling my weight on her as I leaned in close."Wake up, wake up," I whispered excitedly, nudging her cheek with my nose. "Today is the day!"Minjeong groaned, her eyes fluttering open, still heavy with sleep. But when she saw me grinning above her, a smirk tugged at her lips. Her hands slid to my waist, holding me in place."Oh?" she murmured, voice still raspy from sleep. "Are we doing the thing we did last night, or...?"I gasped before bursting into laughter, smacking her arm. "No, you dummy!"She chuckled, pulling me down for a lazy kiss. I melted into it for a moment before remembering why I had woken her up in the first place.I pulled back, my hands on her chest. "Ning is going to ask Giselle to be her girlfriend today!"Minjeong blinked, still trying to wake up properly. "...And you know this how?""Uh, because Ning trusts me.Duh."Minjeong smirked. "You can't keep a secret to save your life.""Okay, rude," I pouted. "But listen! We get to watch! It's going to be so romantic!"She hummed, running her fingers absentmindedly up and down my sides. "Where's it happening?""At Lake Blausee!" I gushed. "It's this gorgeous lake, like straight out of a fairy tale. The water is crystal clear, this deep blue-green color, and it's surrounded by trees, mountains, and silence. Can you imagine how peaceful it'll be? Ning rented out the whole place for privacy, so it's literally just going to be us watching from a hidden spot while she asks. The atmosphere, the view, the vibes—it's going to be perfect."Minjeong chuckled, watching me with fond amusement. "You're more excited about this than Ning is.""Okay, but think about it, Minjeong," I continued dramatically. "Giselle is going to think they're just going on a cute little morning date, right? And then boom, she turns around, and Ning is professing her love, in front of this breathtaking lake, with the crisp mountain air making everything feel like a dream—ugh!" I clutched my chest.Minjeong just laughed, flipping us over so now she was on top. "You are so dramatic," she teased, kissing my forehead. "But I love you for it.""Good," I said, wrapping my arms around her neck. "Because I'm dragging you with me to witness it.""Wouldn't miss it for the world," she murmured, smiling against my skin....I was halfway through pulling my shirt over my head when the door swung open, and Ning strolled in like she owned the place."Ning, I'm changing!" I yelped, scrambling to cover myself.She gave me the most unimpressed look. "Girl, please. I've seen that body way too many times for you to be acting shy now. Shut up."I huffed. "Whatever. What do you want?"Her eyes flickered to the outfit I had laid out on the bed, and she immediately made a face. "Is that what you're wearing?"I looked down at my choice. "Yes?"Ning groaned like she was in physical pain. "God, Jimin, those stylists were really saving you in Korea. You have no fashion sense.""Hey!" I gasped, offended. "This is a cute outfit!"She waved me off, already marching out of my room. "No, it's boring. Stay here, I'm fixing this."I sighed, flopping onto the bed dramatically while I waited. A few minutes later, she came back, shoving a neatly folded outfit into my hands."Put this on."I unfolded it, blinking at the much fancier outfit. "Ning... isn't this a bit too fancy?"She crossed her arms. "Can you just listen to me for once? You're ruining my vision."I groaned but grabbed the clothes anyway. "You're lucky this is your day.""D@mn right I am," she said smugly. "Now hurry up. I have a soon-to-be girlfriend to impress."...As I finished getting dressed, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Ning had a point—I did look better than I originally planned. But that thought barely lasted, because we had to go. I grabbed my coat and rushed downstairs, already mentally calculating how much time we had left before Ning's big moment.And then I saw her.Minjeong.She stood by the doorway, bathed in the soft glow of the morning light filtering through the windows. She wasn't just wearing the dress—she owned it. The delicate fabric draped over her like it had been made just for her, flowing like water with every slight movement. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders in soft waves, framing her face in a way that made my heart ache. Her lips, slightly parted in thought,  and her eyes—God, her eyes—held galaxies in them, infinite and endless.She was breathtaking. A living poem, written in silk and morning light.I swallowed, trying to find my voice, but all I could manage was, "You look absolutely gorgeous."She tilted her head slightly, a playful glint in her gaze. "But?""But you're going to freeze your ass off," I said, snapping back to reality.She laughed, shaking her head. "That's what jackets are for."I smiled, stepping closer to press a soft kiss to her lips, lingering just long enough to feel her exhale against me. "Come on," I murmured. "We have to reach there quickly."She sighed dramatically but followed my lead, her fingers lacing through mine. And as we hurried out, she couldn't stop smiling....The moment we arrived, the view alone stole my breath. The lake stretched endlessly before us, its surface reflecting the soft golden hues of the late afternoon sun. Snow-dusted trees lined the edges, their branches swaying ever so slightly in the crisp Swiss breeze. The whole scene felt like something out of a dream.I gasped, gripping Minjeong's arm. "I can't believe Ning isn't doing it at the lake." I motioned toward the massive tree a little further up the hill. "She's proposing under that?"Minjeong chuckled. "It's not just any tree. It's beautiful in its own way."I sighed but then grinned. "Well, at least we get to look at them from the lake."We watched as Ning and Giselle stood beneath the sprawling branches, their figures small yet full of meaning against the vast landscape. My heart pounded in anticipation. I couldn't hear what Ning was saying, but I could see the way she held Giselle's hands so tightly, how her lips moved carefully, nervously."Oh my God, look at them," I whispered to Minjeong, excitement buzzing in my chest.Ning was speaking, her lips moving carefully, deliberately. I couldn't hear her words, but Giselle's hands were already covering her mouth, her eyes wide with emotion.Then, something felt... off.Why were they both turning toward me?I frowned, confused. "Minjeong, they're looking at—"I turned around, and my whole world shifted.Minjeong was on one knee.A small, velvet box was in her hands, her eyes filled with so much love I felt like I might collapse.She was smiling, that soft, knowing smile that had always made me feel safe, as if she had known this moment was coming long before I did.And suddenly, everything clicked.Ning made sure my nails were done and my outfit was good. Them not being at the lake because that's where we were going to be.They weren't just leading me here to witness their moment—they had led me here for mine.I was being proposed to.I let out a breathless, disbelieving laugh, my hands flying to my face. "You tricked me?" I whispered.Minjeong grinned. "I had to. You're impossible to surprise."I let out something between a laugh and a sob as I stared down at her. My Minjeong. The love of my life. The girl who, despite everything, despite all the noise and pain and chaos of my life, had never once made me feel unlovable.She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving mine. "Yu Jimin... I never once thought I would be down on one knee for somebody. But for you? I didn't even have to convince myself. You're the most amazing person I have the privilege to know and love. "I swallowed, my throat tight with emotion.Minjeong's fingers brushed over the ring inside the box, almost like she was gathering her thoughts. "I've been thinking a lot about how to tell you what you mean to me, and the only way I can explain it is... you're my lake."I blinked, a watery laugh escaping. "Your lake?"She grinned. "Yeah. You know how lakes are deep? How they hold so much, but on the surface, they always look so still, so breathtaking?" Her eyes softened. "That's you. You carry so much inside you, Jimin, and yet you still manage to be beautiful through it all. You are vast, and strong, and peaceful all at once."My heart clenched, her words sinking into the very core of me."I want to be the person who dives into that depth without fear. I want to be the one who sits at the shore and admires everything you are, whether you're calm or stormy or anything in between." Minjeong let out a small laugh. "I just want to be yours."Minjeong took another breath, steadying herself. "So, Yu Jimin... will you let me love you the way you deserve? Will you let me be your forever?"Tears spilled down my cheeks.Behind me, Ning shouted, "Oh my God, Jimin, SAY YES BEFORE I LOSE MY MIND."Giselle groaned. "Ning, shut up."But I was already dropping to my knees in front of Minjeong, grabbing her face as I laughed through my tears."Yes," I whispered, pressing my forehead against hers. "Yes, Minjeong. It's obviously a yes."She barely got the ring onto my finger before I was kissing her, pouring everything I had into it—every ounce of love, of gratitude, of home she had given me.I heard Ning sniffling dramatically. "Ugh guys, we're so romantic. We're geniuses—"Giselle sighed. "Ning, it's their moment! "I pulled back just enough to look at Minjeong, at the way her eyes were shining, at the way her lips curled into the softest smile.The lake shimmered under the sky, the breeze carrying the sound of laughter—our laughter.I looked down at the ring on my finger, then back at Minjeong, who was already looking at me like I was the only thing that mattered.Everything had led to this moment. The years of breaking, of struggling to fit where I didn't belong, of losing parts of myself just to survive—none of it had been for nothing. Because in the end, every broken piece had found its way back.I used to think I was incomplete. That I was just fragments of a person, scattered and unsolvable.But maybe I was never meant to be whole on my own.Maybe I was a puzzle—one that just needed the right hands to put me together.Minjeong squeezed my hand, her warmth grounding me.And as I looked at her, at the life we had built, at the people who had stayed, I realized—I had finally found where I fit.I found my missing puzzle piece.---Thank You for reading "JIGSAW" I'm so grateful for the support. I hope the ending was satisfactory this time!Please comment your thoughts, I would love to hear it.Thank you again!'
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