Vmin Oneshots

ℐ𝒲𝒾𝓈𝒽 ℐ 𝒲𝒶𝓈 ℋℯ𝓇

*Inspired by the song
'Heather'~ by Conan Grey*

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i still remember the feeling of me in your sweater that one day in december. '𝑻𝒂𝒆𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒈' etched in biro on the lable that was fresh and new back then.
a simple gesture, but if only you knew how much i liked you. how much it made my heart flutter and leap in my chest as you slid it over my head, and said it looked better on me than it did you.

i wish i could say how much i liked you, how much i loved when we walked with your arm round my shoulder as we laughed, keeping me warm.

we were the best of friends, but i wanted more. i know that sounds selfish, to want more when what we had was perfect. but i still wanted more of you.

i didnt tell you.
how could i. when i knew you didnt want more, when i knew you wanted her......not me.

i watched your eyes as she walked by, 'what a sight for sore eyes' you probably thought. i saw you halt everything. your speach, your steps, your very breath hitching in your throat. therefore i halted mine, as my heart dropped to my stomach as i see how her eyes that are brighter than the blue sky lock with yours with a smile. shes got you mesmerised. my throat choked up as i realised that my hopes for 'us' are compromised.

i still remember the day you first said hi. the day where my hope of more started to fade.
i still remember the day when you first forgot our plans while you were busy with her. fading.
i still remeber the day.....when you gave her your sweater...when you said it looked better on her than it did you. its just ployester but that sweater, with the lable alittle more tattered and the ink starting to fade, meant much more.
but why would you give me your sweater and get it back smelling of me when it could smell of her instead.

then the day came when you kissed her. my heart shattering as the last of my hope died. but of course, why would you ever kiss me. im not even half as pretty. the sweater is just polyester and im just me, jimin, and you like her better.

i wish i was her.

the days came when you put your arm round her shoulder as we walked rather than mine, now im getting colder.

all these days im slowly dying. she took my life line, my reason to breath.

but how could i hate her, shes such an angel. not a bad bone in her body. maybe her eyes are brighter than the blue sky because that where she came from.
im not suprised you like her better, shes the epitome of good just like you. she now lives in your sweater, not me.

you don't notice that while she's got you mesmerised, i die.

we don't hang anymore. at least not without her.

you don't jokingly kiss my cheek as a thank you anymore. but like i said, why would you ever kiss me, when you can taste her skin instead.

we don't cuddle after studying anymore. i miss your warmth, i miss our sleepovers.

we don't hug goodbye anymore. i miss your embrace.