Humans experience many tribulations in life in order to feel happiness; it never comes easily, whether it's illness, Physical adversity, mental or emotional challenges, poverty, death, or a lot of other hardships. Yet Jimin still doesn't understand why happiness hasn't visited him, even after experiencing half of the things mentioned above.
In life, sorrow is a landscape both intimate and universal. When you lose someone who has carved themselves into the very fabric of your existence, the world momentarily fractures. And grief seeps in like an unrelenting tide, pulling you in too deep and leaving you gasping for stability.
Some wander through it for weeks, others for months, while a few find themselves entangled in its web for what feels like an eternity - the duration measured not by calendar days but by the emptiness left behind and the profound significance of the bond that was severed.
Nevertheless, life doesn't stop at the death of a person. No matter who you've lost or how deeply cherished they were, it goes on.
People continue their journeys, their steps growing lighter with time, and the weight of their sadness slowly begins to lift from their chests. while the person becomes just a cherished memory—a part of your past. You shed tears when you think of them, but those tears, though bittersweet, are all that remain.
Up to this point, no one truly understood the depths of human connection.
The bond between Jimin and the deceased Jungkook went beyond normal and typical understanding—a connection so extraordinary that it defied conventional explanation.
It seemed as though they were connected by an invisible, unbreakable thread, more real than just a figure of speech. Picture a red string intricately woven through their hearts, so strong and intertwined that separating one would ultimately affect the other.
Their connection was so strong and unusual that it seemed unbelievable to others
Piteous. Dreadful. Words whispered like tainted gossamer among the funeral attendants, depicting Jimin's sorrow in subdued, unforgiving hues.
Yet no comforting hand reached out to touch him. No gentle words of solace breached the wall of his grief.
Just as in the aftermath of his parent's death, relatives dispersed like smoke after perfunctory condolences, leaving him utterly alone.
Jimin stood there blankly, suspended in a moment of raw, unfiltered anguish. he couldn't help but think about how different his life would have been if jungkook hadn't died.
A life where Jungkook remained, everything would have been Better. More complete- even with the loss of his parents.
Strange as it seemed, at that moment, Jungkook was all he needed. More than family, more than life itself.
Odd how love could transform into an absolute - a need so fundamental that its absence felt like a wound that would never heal, a silence that would never be filled.
Time seemed to slip away like sand through Jimin's fingers, with days turning into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years.
8 long years, yet Jimin's heart remained unchanged.
Jimin couldn't deny that his life had shifted slightly six months ago when Jeon Jungkook entered the picture. He felt his entire being was lured towards this new presence in a mere moment.
Something he despised acknowledging even to himself. trying to come to terms with this unexpected change in his heart, resenting how it started beating once again for someone new.
Wrong, it was so wrong.
It felt like a betrayal, like disloyalty. Each heartbeat seemed to go against the memory of his past, forcing him to confront a future he wasn't prepared for. A future he knew he would never be ready to embrace.
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Sad Memory / JIKOOK
Fanfiction[Story under a heavy edit] People react differently to death, and losing people they hold dear in their hearts, Jimin was no different. When one of his closest friends, one he loved more than his own self and family died in his arms he felt like hi...
