Glass Crown of Lies
The Smile That Hid Blood
park jimin
Jimin’s Character
Publicly: soft, graceful idol loved by everyone
Secretly: mastermind controlling illegal deals, secrets, and blackmail networks
Nickname: “The Glass King” (beautiful but can shatter and destroy everything)
Motivation: betrayal from someone he trusted in the past
BTS Members Roles:
Jungkook → Loyal protector but slowly suspects Jimin
Taehyung → Emotional bridge, confused between friendship and truth
Yoongi → Hacker / cold strategist who works with Jimin but questions him
Namjoon → Leader trying to keep group stable, investigates secrets
Jin → Peacekeeper, unaware of deeper darkness
J-Hope → Emotional support, but hides his own fear
The world knew them as legends.
BTS stood on stage under blinding lights, millions chanting their names like a prayer. Cameras captured their smiles, their laughter, their perfect harmony.
But behind the stage…
Something darker existed.
Jimin adjusted the silver ring on his finger as he walked through the empty hallway of the arena.
The sound of fans still echoed faintly behind the walls.
Soft steps.
Calm face. Gentle eyes.
No one would ever guess what he did when the lights went off.
A phone buzzed in his pocket.
One message.
“Target confirmed. Corruption level: extreme. Permission?”
park jimin
Jimin didn’t hesitate.
“Remove.”
He slipped the phone away like it meant nothing.
Like lives weren’t being erased with a single word.
Across the building, Jungkook was searching.
jean junkook
Hyung saw Jimin leave this way,” he muttered,
eyes scanning the corridor.
BTS had just finished rehearsals, but something felt… off.
Jimin had smiled too softly today.
Too controlled.
Too perfect.
jean junkook
Jungkook turned the corner—
And stopped.
Nothing.
Just an empty hallway.
But then—
A shadow moved behind the glass door at the end.
Inside the room, Jimin stood still.
？？？
A man was tied to a chair in front of him, shaking.
“Please… I didn’t do anything wrong,” the man begged.
Jimin tilted his head slightly.
A calm smile.
Almost kind.
park jimin
That’s what they all say,” he whispered.
The lights flickered.
And the room went silent.
Outside, Taehyung appeared behind Jungkook.
Kim taehyung
What are you doing here?” he asked.
Kim taehyung
Jungkook didn’t answer immediately.
jean junkook
I think…” Jungkook swallowed. “I think Jimin is hiding something.”
Kim taehyung
Taehyung frowned. “You’re being paranoid.”
But even as he said it…
His eyes drifted to the same door.
And for a second—
A faint red light flashed through the glass.
Inside the room, Jimin stepped back.
The man was gone.
No sound. No trace.
Only silence remained.
Jimin looked at his hands.
Unshaken.
park jimin
Then he smiled again.
But this time… it didn’t reach his eyes.
“Clean work,” he said softly to himself.
Outside, Jungkook pressed his hand against the door.
Warm.
Too warm.
His breath slowed.
jean junkook
Something inside him whispered—
Don’t open it.
But he already knew.
Whatever was inside this room…
Would change everything.
And behind him—
Footsteps approached.
Slow.
Familiar.
park jimin
Jimin’s voice came from the dark hallway.
“Jungkook…”
Soft.
Dangerously calm.
park jimin
You’re not supposed to be here
The Door Between Truth and Trust
The silence between them felt heavier than any crowd.
Jungkook stood frozen in the hallway, staring at Jimin.
BTS still echoed faintly behind them—laughter, chaos, life—completely unaware that something had cracked just a few steps away.
Jimin blocked the doorway calmly.
Too calmly.
His face held the same gentle expression as always…
but his eyes didn’t match it anymore.
jean junkook
“Hyung…” Jungkook finally spoke. “What was that?”
park jimin
Jimin tilted his head slightly.
“What was what?”
Jungkook’s gaze shifted past him, toward the dark room behind.
jean junkook
I heard you. Inside.”
For a fraction of a second—
Jimin didn’t answer.
Just a blink.
park jimin
Then the soft smile returned.
“You’re imagining things.”
From inside the dorm, a loud crash echoed.
Kim taehyung
JIN HYUNG, YOU BROKE THE REMOTE AGAIN!” Taehyung shouted.
kin jin
It was already broken!” Jin argued back.
suga
“It’s always broken. Like my patience.”
The normal chaos flooded the hallway again like nothing had happened.
Jimin stepped slightly aside, closing the door behind him with his foot.
Casual.
Natural.
Like nothing ever existed there.
park jimin
“Let’s go back,” he said gently. “They’ll start fighting again without you.”
Jungkook didn’t move immediately.
His eyes stayed on Jimin.
Searching.
jean junkook
Finally, he exhaled. “Hyung… you’re acting weird.”
park jimin
Jimin chuckled softly.
“I’ve always been weird.”
A small pause.
Then he reached out and lightly tapped Jungkook’s shoulder.
Inside, the dorm was pure chaos.
J-Hope was now dancing on the sofa.
Namjoon was trying to negotiate peace.
Jin was holding a broken remote like it betrayed him personally.
Taehyung was filming everything.
Yoongi had given up on life entirely.
Jungkook sat down slowly, still distracted.
Jimin sat beside him.
Normal again.
Perfect again.
But Jungkook kept replaying it.
The door.
The voice.
That word.
Remove trace.
Later that night, the dorm slowly quieted.
Lights dimmed.
Everyone scattered to rooms.
Only soft breathing and faint city noise remained.
Jungkook couldn’t sleep.
He stood up quietly.
Bare feet on the floor.
And walked.
The hallway was dark.
Still.
He moved slowly toward the same place again.
The maintenance door.
It was closed now.
No light.
No sound.
Just a normal door.
Too normal.
He reached out.
Stopped.
His hand hovered in front of it.
Then—
Footsteps behind him.
jean junkook
He turned sharply.
Jimin stood there again.
Hair slightly messy now.
Sleepy eyes.
park jimin
Soft voice.
“…Can’t sleep?”
jean junkook
Jungkook lowered his hand slowly.
“Yeah.”
A pause.
Jimin looked at the door.
Then back at him.
For a second—
Something unreadable passed through his expression.
Then it was gone.
park jimin
Let’s go,” Jimin said quietly.
jean junkook
And this time—
Jungkook followed.
But neither of them noticed—
From the slightly open crack of the door…
A faint screen light blinked once.
Then disappeared.
The Smile That Slips
The night felt quieter than usual inside the dorm.
BTS had finally scattered—sleeping, arguing,
or knocked out in random positions across the house.
Even Jin’s dramatic complaints had faded into soft snoring.
But Jungkook was still awake.
So was Jimin.
Jimin walked ahead in the hallway, barefoot and calm,
like nothing in the world could disturb him.
park jimin
Go to sleep,” he said softly without turning back.
jean junkook
Jungkook followed anyway.
“…Hyung.”
park jimin
Jimin stopped.
Turned slightly.
“Yes?”
jean junkook
Jungkook hesitated.
Then asked quietly,
“Do you ever feel like you’re hiding something from us?”
Silence.
Long enough to feel uncomfortable.
Then Jimin smiled.
Small.
Careful.
park jimin
You ask strange questions at night.”
They reached the kitchen.
Jimin poured water like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Jungkook sat on the counter.
Watching him.
Not blinking much.
jean junkook
You’ve been different,” Jungkook said again.
park jimin
Jimin didn’t look up. “Different how?”
jean junkook
You disappear. You get messages.
You act like you’re somewhere else even when you’re here.”
A pause.
Jimin placed the glass down slowly.
Then he finally looked at Jungkook.
Really looked.
For a second, the air felt heavier.
park jimin
But his voice stayed gentle.
“You’re overthinking again.”
kin jin
From upstairs—
WHO TOOK MY BLANKET?!” Jin’s voice suddenly echoed.
Kim taehyung
It’s on your body!” Taehyung shouted back.
J-Hope laughed loudly.
The tension broke instantly.
Jimin’s gaze softened again.
He walked past Jungkook.
park jimin
Lightly tapping his forehead again.
Go to “Sleep.”
jean junkook
Jungkook didn’t move.
“…Hyung.”
park jimin
Jimin paused at the door.
Didn’t turn around.
jean junkook
Jungkook lowered his voice.
“If I opened that door earlier… what would I have seen?”
Silence.
For the first time—
Jimin didn’t answer immediately.
His hand tightened slightly on the doorframe.
Just for a second.
Then—
park jimin
A storage room,” he said calmly.
Too calm.
Too fast.
And he left.
jean junkook
Jungkook stayed alone in the kitchen.
The glass of water untouched.
His reflection staring back at him.
Above him, the house slowly returned to silence.
But his mind didn’t.
Meanwhile—
In a dark corner of the building, far below the warmth of the dorm lights…
A hidden screen flickered on again.
“Observation: Increased suspicion from subject JK.”
A pause.
Then another line appeared.
“Adjusting approach… Subject PJ remains stable.”
Jimin stood in the dim glow.
Expression unreadable.
No smile this time.
Just quiet thought.
park jimin
Then softly—
“…Almost.”
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