Dear Seokjin,
"I told you already to leave! Do I need to push you out of this hospital myself?"
Are you for real?
"You're not his bodyguard," I shrieked. "I'm not the paparazzi, sorry to be rude but can you just fuck off so I can see Seokjin?"
She looked at me in disgust.
I know this is your mother.
I know I shouldn't be talking to people like this.
But I am done waiting.
It's been hours and hours.
All on this cold, hard sofa.
I've been waiting months and months.
Nobody knows where you are.
But I know you're supposed to be there.
I can't see you, but I should be able to go in.
I know you're on the other side of this wall,
and if only you would let me see you.
"I told you already. My son is sick, why can't you leave him alone? He doesn't have the time for stupid meddling boys banging on the door to his room like this."
"Why is it such a secret? Why can't you tell me what's happening with him?"
"Listen, I don't even know who you are!" she contested. "The exit is right there. Go hop on that elevator and get yourself out of here because you are not welcome here."
I then saw a figure of a man,
Just a shadow.
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Letters From A Purple Shoebox | JinMin
FanfictionJimin never shared his feelings to other people- instead, he'd scribble them down on little pieces of scrap paper that he hid in his purple shoebox. When he realises that he can't keep hiding his feelings for any longer, he finally gets the courage...
