The 8th chapter of RIP is a reference of RM's song and his character in this story which is living in someone else's body.

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Continues after Masquerade
Book's point of view.
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The questions about Sakura died.

Now, it was all about this dispute between two different sides of Jimin.

One says, 'why should Tae tell us about this fan? It's not like we are something.'

And the other argued, 'we are friends.'

'Friends don't keep secrets!' The other side continued, earning a strike back; 'He is not keeping some secrets, it's just that he didn't tell, yet! There's a difference!'

'Oh really! You think if we ask he will let us know?' It came out like a sneer.

'I guess, not …'

And right there this tiny jealousy came out to be Jimin's latest insecurity. He was sure that Tae would not give a name to this fan.

"But he doesn't have to if he doesn't want to tell me something, right?" Jimin voiced to himself.

A quiet murmur with no response.

His gaze fixed on Taehyung's back while they were walking back home. There was a two feet distance between them as Tae had his phone near his ears.

"No, no.. it's alright." Taehyung laughed.

His attention was all on the call as the sun was already set. The deep-dark inky sky hovering over their figures.

Jimin kept on juggling with the keys as his mind was a mess.

'Maybe I should clear-cut ask him the name!' A random thought arose.

I felt like loudly shouting a YES that would cut out his dilemma. Maybe talk a little and give him a way out of this messy state.

I wanted to but didn't.

More like I couldn't. Not to forget that there are already a bunch of things which I did in the past. And most of them turned out to be wrong choices, what will make this attempt beneficial? There's nothing.

'He will take me wrong. And think that I'm jealous.' Jimin looked away, sliding the keys in his pocket. 'Get over it, Chim.'

I was left awed by the nickname as I questioned him, 'aren't you jealous?'

As expected no response from his side.

"Uhh … Jimin…" Taehyung trailed as his voice became lower. The phone slid down into his pocket and eyes locked with Jimin as they stopped walking.

"I have to leave for the shoot." Taehyung ushered and Jimin's fingers shivered. "Go home safely. I'll be back around ten." Tae mused with a hint of questioning tone.

But his sentence was nowhere a question as Jimin nodded his head, avoiding that perfect shade of brown in Tae's eyes.

"Okay, good luck."

There it was, again a fake smile as Jimin's eyes shut and opened watching Taehyung waving back while walking away.

"He will come back." Jimin assured himself as his hands dipped inside his pocket.

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.𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 Jimin's apartment
Jimin's point of view
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I try to show what people want to see.

It has always been this way. When I show people what they want to see they stick to me. Then why did he leave?

'He is just gone for a few hours, Chim!'

The sound, a loudly irked tone of a male other than me ringing in my head from time to time.

I wonder if this is a new persona?

Guess what! I'm going to see the doctor soon. She will be disheartened to know I am back into this pit.

'What doctor… but why? Not like you don't need help. You are very sad and you need someone to console you.

But friends can help though.'

I bang my head on the wooden door of my apartment hearing those thoughts. Painful yet a beneficial way of getting out of this hectic rumble in my head.

The knob twisted as I made my way inside. Trying not to think yet thinking that I am not thinking anything, it gets stressful!

'You should definitely go see a doctor.'

The comment made me grip my head, the pain of the previous bang was still there then why my mind is not focusing on it.

'Why are you being like this! Judging yourself on nothing, stop questioning yourself. There's nothing wrong with you!'

This sound is just pissing me off! If there's nothing wrong then why am I hearing you!

I dropped my keys in the stand and picked out my phone. A few taps on the numbers and the rings could be heard.

"Hello, this is the States Care Centre. What can we do for you?" The lady calmly spoke after a beep. I immediately voiced.

"Mam, I would like to book an appointment with Dr Suri." The lady hummed and said, "let me check when you can meet her."

I waited for a while, hearing numerous chattering voices coming from the line.

"She is free tomorrow by twelve to three." She spoke hastily and continued. "You can come in between the hours."

"What's your name, sir?" She added afterwards.

"Park Jimin. I used to be her regular customer last year." I informed her and continued, "can you tell her about this?"

She positively replied after a few formalities, I hung up. And walked straight to get a drink for my dry throat.

Humidity is still present and I guess only AC can make it go away.

'Yep, go relax for a while you need it.'

I was considering this new persona to not be as dangerous as my past one because it keeps on giving me comfort and even compliments. This one is surely different.

My legs work like an automatic device, without even watching my ways I was safely standing near my kitchen door.

Only one year in this apartment and these white walls know everything about me.

Hmm… being realistic, I know everything about this place. This grey paint on doors and lastly light blue ceiling, all my choice.

My small serene home.

The only thought of this whole being mine made me smile like a dummy. At least there is something I can claim.

Eyes looking straight at the refrigerator as I stepped inside my narrow kitchen. Two steps in and my leg bumped into-

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

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