ATEEZ IMAGINES

S.MG - All my love is gone

angst, post breakup

A group of familiar faces flash across the TV screen as you peacefully have your breakfast in the living room. Caught in surprise, you drop your spoon in the cereal bowl when The name of the K-pop group, you dearly know, pops up on the screen. Wiping the milk spilled on your face due to your silly reaction, you pick up the remote to turn up the volume and listen to the news anchor briefing about them.

"This morning, South Korea's famous boy band ATEEZ arrived at the Gimpo airport for their flight to London, starting their 4th Europe tour scheduled to entertain fans in metropolitan cities across the continent. They were greeted by a crowd of fans, bidding them goodbye for their 2-month-long tour, which featured many Asian and European artists opening for them." The anchor narrates, followed by a clip of the group's appearance at the airport.

An ounce of pain surges through your broken heart as you catch a glance of your former lover standing alongside his bandmates outside the airport terminal. The infamous rapper shares his charming smile with the audience present to bid him farewell, and receives a cheer in response. He waves towards the mere footmen of the media industry; the reporters and cameraman, as the group head inside the airport. He slings a bag across his shoulders, and it is oddly similar to the one you gifted him months ago.

"Min-a..." his name slips off your lips as your eyes cloud with the emerging tears at the sight of your former lover. Why is moving on from him this hard? He's just someone you once dated... or Maybe it's the fact that you were once bound in the shackles of love, with the veins of his name tying themselves around your heart.

You check your phone, hoping to be greeted by a text from him but to your avail, not even a call from your lover had graced the device in your hand. A frown decorates your lips, as disappointment subsides in your heart.

You find yourself reminiscing the moments when your notifications were flooded with morning texts from him and sometimes a goodnight text you missed by sleeping early. His cute and adorable face would greet your eyes every morning and on special occasions, you would wake up in his calming embrace. The only memories remaining of him are the pictures you took when he had been busy staring at an inanimate object in the distance, or rather embracing the beauty of it.

The morning has been ruined, spewing salt on your unhealed wounds as it sours your mood and descends your heart in the pool of hopelessness. Will you ever love again? The lingering question captivates your attention, distracting you from anything more important. But at the moment, all you could do was grieve his absence because, Will he ever come back? Will he ever welcome you in his warm embrace? Will he ever.....

A month has passed by without his return, his sweet voice, his calming words, his pretty gifts and his comforting embrace. It is hard to believe how everything suddenly distanced itself from you. Your room which had a glistening glow during his stay faded to depressing blues. The flowers breathing in your windowsill no longer bring you joy. Pictures no longer amuse you as your lips don't curl up the same way ever since he left.

The universe's punishment is very obvious, as breaking it's favourite person's heart could result in circumstances more severe. His scent lingers everywhere as if itched onto your skin for the rest of your existence to remind you of him and let your heart drown in the sorrow of breaking apart.

It had been your mistake. A little one but, how could it go this far? It was your mistake for dropping his hand, to leave him alone and let the darkness consume him. If it weren't for that night, everything would have been perfect.

Oh, your wretched and cursed fates were to blame for, well everything. Who could ever love someone like you, who could never return their feelings? Perhaps it had been your failed relationships with people which scarred you, numbing you to any emotion.

But with mingi, everything had been different.

He taught you love, how to love yourself and things around you. You were dearly grateful to him, for teaching things you could never learn.

He taught you how to smile, by greeting you with his precious one every morning. Oh dear, does he know that his sweet lips parting to show a tootsie grin was your favourite thing to watch?

He taught you the secret language of flowers by gifting them every thursday. He knew Thursdays trapped you in its fingers, making you feel terrible about everything and his contribution helped a lot. It brought tears to your eyes, to learn how lovely it is, to breathe in such heavenly fragrances that remind you of him.

He taught you how beautiful words are, and made you fall in love with writing them to him every time you were unable to say anything. But some words are supposed to remain unsaid, buried in your chest and your foolish heart stays unaware of that.

A tiny mistake, slipping the wrong words off your lips and they leave you alone when mingi had promised they would never strand you, he would never strand you. Their promises- his promises to forever stay by his side were broken and there was no way to repair them.