ALL WE NEVER SAID [blackpink] fanfic
All We Never Said
Prologue – The Things We Leave Behind
They say the world remembers you in flashes — the way your smile looks beneath the stage lights, the shape of your hand in a photograph, the sound of your voice when it breaks in a song.
But no one remembers the silence after.
It’s quiet now. Too quiet. The dorm that once echoed with laughter is still. The others are scattered — chasing solo schedules, interviews, rehearsals — pieces of us pulled in different directions. Fame has a way of doing that: stretching people thin until even love sounds like an echo.
I watch the city from my window, Seoul’s skyline smeared with fog and red tail lights. The billboard across the street still shows our faces — four girls, smiling, perfect. I barely recognize mine.
People think dreams are built on effort. They don’t see the nights you don’t sleep, the mornings you wake up in tears, the way your own name starts to sound like a stage cue instead of a person.
I used to be proud of that name — Lina. The foreign girl who made it. The trainee who smiled through everything. The one who promised her family that she’d make them proud.
Somewhere between debut and now, I stopped knowing what that promise meant.
The news still talks about us — the rumors, the solo projects, the fights that never happened but sound convincing enough. “Sources say the members are distant.” “Fans noticed the group isn’t as close.”
They’re wrong.
And maybe, in a way, they’re right.
Because how do you explain love that survives without always looking like it does? How do you explain the bond between four girls who’ve shared everything — pain, exhaustion, joy — yet can’t always find the courage to say what hurts?
The truth is, we were never perfect.
But we were real.
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Sometimes I dream of the first day I walked into that practice room. My Korean was broken, my heart louder than my words.
“Smile, Lina,” the trainer said. “You’ll need that.”
So I did. Every day. Until smiling became a language of its own.
That’s where it started — in that mirrored room smelling of sweat and nerves, with three other girls I barely knew. Jenna with her quiet confidence, Rosa humming to herself, Jisu’s laughter filling the space like sunlight. None of us had any idea what the world was about to demand from us.
We just wanted to sing. To dance. To be seen.
And somehow, we became a phenomenon.
But fame doesn’t feel like fireworks. It feels like standing under them — beautiful, blinding, and deafening all at once.
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People will tell you every story has a beginning and an end.
Ours blurred somewhere in the middle — between the cameras and the secrets, between the love we gave and the words we never said.
If I could go back, I wouldn’t change the music, or the exhaustion, or even the heartbreak.
I would just tell her — the girl staring at the mirror with trembling hands — that some dreams cost more than sleep.
And sometimes, the price is yourself.
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Now, as the billboard lights flicker outside my window, I wonder what the fans will say when the truth finally comes out. Not the truth in headlines — the real one, the one buried in songs and silence.
Maybe they’ll hate us. Maybe they’ll understand.
But before that, there’s a story to tell — of four girls, a promise, and everything we left unsaid.
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End of Prologue
the start for both love and war
