Dear Seokjin,
It's raining again. I'm running.
I'm running. No umbrella.
I never have an umbrella.
But you know this.
The lampposts outside have turned on.
The sun is setting. Not quite orange, yet.
I trip on my shoelace. I see it get all covered in mud, but for some reason I can't stop running.
I feel empty. I feel empty but somehow unstoppable.
I fumble about with the door. It's supposed to be a pull door but I always push it by accident.
If you were here you would know this.
I feel the water droplets slowly dance off my locks of hair, all down my forehead. They're having a race. Which drop of rain will make it there first?
My vision is clouded. Maybe it's just the coldness outside, but I can't feel a thing.
For some reason
I feel like you're here.
I can't see anything but
you must be here.
You must be.
I need my tea.
I run. I can feel my wet shoes sliding and squishing against the rubbery floor. It's not a pleasant sound, but it doesn't stop me.
My vision starts to clear up.
The barista turns around.
My brain can't compute it.
"Jimin? I've been looking for you everywhere."
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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...
