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"It is peace. It is not being scared of commitment. It is not poor communication or hesitation. It is a higher vibration, deep conversation, and your souls education. Love is not control but freedom. "
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Once more,
he found himself engulfed in the bitter embrace of disappointment.
It seemed as though disappointment had become his constant companion, lurking in the shadows, waiting to pounce on his hopes and dreams with ruthless precision.
Each time he dared to dream, to hope for a better tomorrow, disappointment was there to remind him of life's harsh realities.
The pain in his heart was evident in the pauses between his carefully chosen words.
Yet, amidst the sea of dashed expectations, a spark of resilience remained.
"Okay," he muttered in a low and shaky voice, limping towards the bathroom.
He locked the door slightly, almost immediately falling to the ground in tears.
Jungkook regretted his actions upon seeing Jimin's frail body, and for a moment, he considered if he should just let him go, his past haunting him, the memories of him hunting him.
But he refused.
He had made a mistake once and wasn't anywhere close to trying to make it again.
Jimin got into the shower, the water falling from his hair downwards, his body glistening from the water, his pain evident.
He closed his eyes as he felt the hot, steamy water on his body.
The physical pain mirrored the emotional turmoil within, and as the water washed over him, he hoped it could cleanse not just his body but his soul as well.
He felt dirty, as if his body were worthless, doing nothing but adding pain to his insecurities.
After minutes getting out of the shower, he stood before the mirror, staring at his reflection.
He failed to recognize himself.
The person he saw in the mirror seemed like a stranger, a fractured version of who he used to be.
The face that stared back at him was marked by exhaustion, the weight of countless disappointments etched into every line and shadow.
His eyes, once bright and full of hope, now held a dull emptiness.
The mirror reflected not just his physical appearance but also the scars that had accumulated within him.
It was as if disappointment had seeped into his very essence, leaving him a mere shell of the person he once was.
He reached out and touched the cold glass, hoping to connect with the person on the other side.
There was a longing to rediscover the spark that had been extinguished by disappointment, to rebuild the shattered pieces of his identity, and to find a way to recognize himself once again.
But he failed
Again
And again
Getting dressed, Jimin entered the room with hopes of connecting with Jungkook, who had once again succumbed to the lure of smoking.
His eyes were always fixated on the glowing screen before him, and he didn't even spare a glance at the fragile boy standing in front of him.
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