Eternal Love

Her

It's easy to find her the second time around.

Considering she drank from him, he can sense her now. Her faint pulse beats from somewhere further ahead.

The walk up the grassy hill is painstakingly tiring and he huffs in annoyance when he finally spots the roof of a tiny cottage.

Eros was the name of the town, a rather quiet and secluded place, something he found rather distasteful. She always was a private person and he once believed that dragging her along on his midnight outings would open her up more, how wrong he had been, he thinks bitterly.

While the area was much too quaint for his liking, he cannot hide the warmth that blooms in his chest at the scenery before him. For it truly was a sight to behold.

The sky is doused in soft hues of blues and the clouds resemble brush strokes painted across the blue. Absentmindedly, he reaches a hand out towards it, as though hoping he could feel the coolness of the white against his fingers.

The grass surrounding the stone path he follows up the hill, is long, wispy, as it flows with every brush of wind. The air is warm, touseling his hair pleasantly and he can smell the salty sea breeze. This would perhaps be the closest he could ever come to living in one of the many paintings he once hung in his castle. He ignores the slight pang in his heart at the memory of his once lively home. 

The image of Taehyung's remorse-filled face would always haunt him.

As he nears the top of the hill, the cottage comes into view and he can practically smell her delightful scent. 

Before him, the sea roars as its waves dance together in harmony. The sun, glowing a soft yellow, reflects into the water and it leaves behind streaks of glimmering light.

He breathes it all in, sighing contently as he turns to face the cottage finding the thick wooden door already ajar.

She knew he would come. Why wouldn't she? They were bound together. They could feel each and every fiber within each other.

The cottage is cozier than he anticipates, the wooden floors are polished and glossy and there's a faint smell of lavender that welcomes him as he steps in. 

The moment his eyes land upon her, his heart flutters as though he were seeing her for the first time.

Beautiful.

Her soft, brown hair is curled delicately as it rests against her shoulders, a cotton white dress hugs her comfortably as it lands at her feet. Her eyes are distant, staring off at the blank stone walls lost in a place he longed to be for if it meant she would think of him, even if for a fleeting second, then so be it.

"Ye Rin" he breathes out, resisting the desperation to reach out and feel her soft skin against the palm of his hand.

She takes a moment, before her statue-like demeanor shifts and she's finally looking at him. There's no anger, repulsion, rejection in her expression.

It's something he can't read, it's oddly calm.

"Jimin," she says, her voice is rough, sore as though overused. Her eyes are tired, sad.

"Why did you run away?" he barely whispers, afraid that she may break how fragile she appeared.

She huffs weakly, exhausted laughter leaving her lips.

"No matter where I go... you will always be there" 

He smiles daring to step closer, noticing her lack of reaction as he does he moves even closer.

Her scent is overwhelming and he can't help himself as he reaches out and brushes his fingers through her curls. "It's the providence of the universe, we are meant to be".