Dear Seokjin,
I've deleted your number.
I've waited for so long.
It's been months and months and months.
I thought you wanted me.
I thought you cared about me.
I don't see you working your shifts.
Perhaps you don't work there anymore.
I don't even go in there, I just look through the windows.
I can't see your sleek, black hair, the same way I used to when we went on our dates there.
I can't see your eyes twinkle and shine anymore; they don't lead me anywhere anymore. You were supposed to guide me, to bring me to the joy that is us.
The joy that we were supposed to have.
Together.
Maybe you've moved on.
I don't even know what surgery you got.
Do I even care?
Maybe it's wrong of me to not contact you.
No, but I did. Many many times.
Countless hours I waited, just to hear if you were okay. You didn't even have a clue that was happening in the first place.
It was your choice to answer me.
If you didn't, that's your loss and not mine.
It's about time I move on.
I can't keep thinking about
what we could've had,
when it means I miss out on better things.
I've got other things to think about now.
Other people.
Maybe one day you will find me.
But today is not that day.
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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...
