HOSEOK X BTS OT6

Closure

Ship: Yoonseok / Sope
Warnings: none
Genre: Angst

Disclaimer: The places mentioned here are fictional and don't actually exist. I've never been to Paris or know much about it so I decided to use my inagination to describe the cities and towns. Thank you.

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I inhaled the scent of hydrangeas and rose perfume as I got off the tour bus, gripping my luggage tightly.

Paris, my home.

Nothing had changed much yet it felt as if I was in a different world, for the first time. Everything felt like home, where I grew, fell in love and fell out of love.

My love for Paris hadn't changed even after ten years.

I walked through the passage, occasionaly kicking the fallen, dry leaves and eyeing the houses lined together.

I remembered whose house belonged to whom, I smiled as I recalled the names of my friends who I used to have sleepovers with.

Pink two storeyed bungalow, Jeongin. Black and white bungalow, Jihan and Jisung.
Yellow bungalow, Sinclair and her wife, Marzia.
Peach bungalow....

I stopped, my smile fading soon as I stared at a certain peach, three storeyed house. Very vivid memories hit me like a tsunami, and my feet were glued to the path, like I was paralyzed.

My first love...

Maybe I should go see him sometime, if he is still here, I thought and nodded. Closure helps sometimes, maybe my lingering feelings will go away if I just meet him for one last time.

And maybe see if he still has feelings for you-

Bulshit! It's been 10 years, why would he? Not everyone's like me. He probably is married by now or has a lover.

Doesn't mean you aren't hoping though.

I sighed to myself, finding it hard to disagree with the voice. I found my motivation to walk again and briskly moved away from the peach bungalow, stopping at mine which was only two blocks away.

My black house stood tall yet forgotten, the words Reverie painted on the door. Smiling sadly, I turned the key in and walked inside only to be met by emptiness and nostalgia.

I wish my parents were waiting for me, welcoming me with open arms...

Shaking my head I kept aside my luggage and sat down on the dining chair, closing my eyes.

Why did I come here again?

Oh right, closure. From my home, my first love that I still have feelings for somehow. It's only 7 days, I'll manage, right?

It was late at night and I already had my dinner, which was a cue for me to go to sleep. Making my way upstairs to my room, I stared momentarily at my brother, Hansan's door, which wasn't closed fully like most of the time.

What I loved about myself the most is even after losing some of the most important people in my life and losing a part of myself, I found my happiness. I found to enjoy life as sadness was just a part of it.

I chuckled to myself and shut Hansan's door, entering my room no later. My bed was made, my cupboard was cleaned and it smelled like lavender yet it felt so void, as if no one ever existed here.