Dear Seokjin,
I don't know why I'm still writing to you.
It seems pointless now.
I spend my days standing
with a paintbrush wedged between my fingers.
I would say I'm no good
but that would just be a lie.
But for some reason,
I can't paint today.
My head is empty.
I stare at my paints. They're so vibrant, the colours almost overload me with sensation yet none of it reaches my brain. I can't focus.
Suddenly I am transported back into that cafe, back to that rainy day with my tea-in-coffee-cup. That was the day I waited to see if you were going to show up.
You didn't. But we all know that.
I said I didn't care anymore
but for some reason today
I really need to find out.
I really need to find out
if you'll show up today.
If today is the day
I finally strike gold.
I said I was over you but
I lied.
I need to see you again. My muse.
Can you show up today, please?
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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...
