words // jikook

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And the last time I saw you was four years ago, standing on the same grounds we met on as the rain washed down on you, your then short and raven black hair dripping wet, our adoring eyes glued together.

I don't know why, but you were there, standing in the middle of the pouring rain, a pretty smile resting on your face.

You had still looked the same, even after three years.

Your round adorable cheeks were still brushed delicately with the lightest shade of pink, your eyes lightly curved into crescents and still bright like they were that night eight years ago, plump pink lips still full and your slightly crooked front tooth still the same.

I remember smiling back at you as I dropped the umbrella that shielded me from the downpour, my thin shirt immediately getting soaked by the water.

And though in the moment, I somewhere in me knew that you still had him and he still had you, I saw the way you looked at me; the way there was an adoring shine in your gaze. And as long as you have that glimmer in your eyes when you see me, I'll be a happy man, Jimin. I'll live with what you give me, even if they're just occasional adoring looks.

So still today, eight years from the night I met you, I hope that if we cross paths again, you'll still have that shine in your chocolate orbs.

I hope we'll share one more gaze and then walk away.

Because even if we ever spoke again, our words wouldn't be the right words to say.