Dear Seokjin,
You don't look any different.
My muse. Standing right there. In front of me.
You look the same.
It's been ages. Months. Maybe half a year, maybe even a whole year.
I can't remember at this point.
Tears flood my eyes and suddenly
My vision is clouded again.
"I'd been looking all over for you, Jimin. Everywhere."
Everywhere isn't good enough. I told you this.
"You have to believe me. I know you came to visit me, when I was sick. I know you left me messages and calls, I know all of these things. I know and I never stopped caring."
But that makes no sense. You were supposed to answer me if you cared about me. I cared so much about you, poured my heart and soul into loving you, even when I didn't know whether you were even alive or not. I don't even know what illness you had, what surgery you had or anything. You insist that it's your little secret but that you're better now.
"Come on... Please. I had been searching for you, I wanted to reply but I couldn't."
But why? I thought you cared?
"I... I was nervous. I was too scared. I didn't know what to say, what to tell you."
"Do you think that's a good enough excuse?"
"It's not an excuse but it's an answer. If you don't like my answer then I don't know what else I can say."
I scanned your face in search for some kind of sign. Some kind of proof that you actually still like me. You asked me, what do you want me to do? I told you that first I needed my tea.
"Jimin. Please listen to me. Why can't you hear me out? I'd been looking everywhere for you."
"And why would you bother doing that?"
"Because... I love you, Park Jimin."
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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...
