FORGET ME NOT ~ A PJM FANFICTION

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Jimin's POV

I was staring at the mirror since an hour, the glass of Bacardi rotating in my hands due to my fingers, blood red shot eyes, tears flowing down my cheeks, as I sobbed sitting there. I was drinking a lot but nothing seemed to work, my heart kept on aching. It was her room, the store which Jennifer thought.

The room was lit with yellow lamps, yellow candles, one window and bright moon light coming inside. I rose up and walked towards the equisite piano kept there.

"Young Soon, why didn't you tell me earlier that you loved piano so much?" I nuzzled my head in her neck as we stood near the balcony. She caressed my hair backwards and turned her face to look at me.

"There is so much more for you to know about me."

"I will gladly do that..." I kissed her nape and she laughed.

"Let me play for you.."

I smiled and loosened my grip and she went towards the piano. She sat there like an angel, her golden brown locks flowing with the air, the moonlight making her cheeks gleam, her skin was oily kind and I loved it so much. Her plump pink lips and beautiful green oceanic eyes suited her fair complexion. Her think beautiful fingers worked on the keys of the piano, she was as delicate as a porcelain doll. My doll. The way those musical notes fell in my ear, I could feel my heart melt and couldn't resist myself.

I walked towards her, nuzzling my head on her neck as she tilted it sideways, giving me a better place to kiss, softly my arms covered her hands stopping her from playing the piano. Her hands stopped, our lips meeting now, the feeling of her soft sweet lips against mine own. She was sweetness, her lips tasted like rich chocolate, she was everything.

Everything to me...

"Aaaaarghhh...!" I yelled and threw the glass on the floor. I fell down the couch sitting cross legged on the floor.

"Why is it so hard to forget you Young Soon? Why the fuck?" I cried, my eyes red with tears, my eyes fixed on the shattered pieces of glass, just like she had shattered my heart into several and thousands of pieces. I kept on crying when my eyes met with the photo frame of hers.

I gathered courage and walked up to the wall, she looked so beautiful in it. That pink hanbok, fitting her curves so beautifully. I trailed my fingers along her picture. "Why did you do that to me young Soon? Why did you leave me? I never wanted you to die, but seems like you were very desperate to leave me?" I sat near the wall and cried. "You would be very happy in heaven now, with maybe someone new for you. You had gotten rid of me finally, you should be thankful to me, I ended your life...."

I couldn't let her memories go, she was very special to me. My first love, how can I forget her. She had given me promises of love, she was there with me for fucking two years. She was gone and the more I thought about it, the more guilty I felt.

I looked back at the photo frame again.

"Ohh Jimin... How much more time?" She was getting bored sitting in the same position, while the painter made a painting of her. She was very beautiful, and her beautiful features were taking a lot of time. I observed how the painter drew each and every feature of hers with utmost care and how realistic. "Just some more minutes my love..." I replied.

That was the day we had went together to spend some time. The beautiful valley and the lush green grasses, the cool breeze and the wide blue sky. Everything reflected love and compassion. That day was one of another happy moments I had spent with her.

"We were so much in love, how could you forget? Wish you were here with me, but memories are all I have left...."

The alcohol was taking over me and those flashbacks were hurting me. I wanted to forget her completely and that's what I was trying since years, but nothing seemed to work, not even the medicines dad had given me. I rose up from the floor and grabbed the bottle of pills. The head ache was severe, I could feel my brain ripping. I took out three to four pills and gulped them with alcohol. I held the furniture to control the pain and it worked. The medicines worked.