Unlikely Hearts JIKOOK FF

CHAPTER LVII

AUTHOR'S POV

Few weeks had passed since Taehyung's funeral, Jimin found himself grappling with life that seemed to have lost his color. His looks was empty, his movements are slow and almost lifeless. He haven't smile or laugh either, believing to the fact that he doesn't deserve to be happy after what happened. He was very far from the bubbly Jimin, when Taehyung was still alive. Every passing day felt like a marathon of emptiness, burdened by the weight of grief and guilt that Jimin carried within him.

Standing here in Taehyung's room felt suffocating as the weight of memories pressing down on him. He volunteers to put away all Taehyung's stuff but seems like he regretted that decision now.

His eyes scanned the room, taking in every detail with a mix of longing and pain. The faint scent of Taehyung still lingered in the air. Jimin's heart ached with the knowledge that he would never again hear Taehyung's laughter or feel his comforting presence by his side, ever again.

With a heavy heart, Jimin approached Taehyung's bed, the memories flooding back with each step he took. He laid down with his limbs sprawled out in Taehyung's bed. He turned his face towards his side. The image of Taehyung sleeping with his mouth hanging open with drools at the side if his mouth brought a faint smile on Jimin's face.

Reaching out, Jimin picked up Taehyung's pillow, holding it close to his chest as he buried his face in its fabric as he deeply inhale. Taehyung's scent enveloped him, wrapping him in a cocoon of warmth and familiarity. In that way, It's like a fleeting escape from the harsh reality of their separation, a brief respite from the pain that threatened to consume him once again.

Jimin's fingers trembled slightly as he carefully folded Taehyung's shirts, each crease a testament to the memories they held. His heart clenched with every piece of fabric he handled. As he reached for one of Taehyung's favorite shirts, a fond smile tugged at the corners of Jimin's lips. He lifted the fabric to his nose, inhaling deeply, desperate to capture even the faintest trace of Taehyung's scent.

But as the fabric brushed against his skin, the floodgates of emotion threatened to burst open. Tears welled in Jimin's eyes, he immediately looked up and blinked his tears away as he promised earlier that he wouldn't cry. With a choked sob, he pressed the shirt against his chest, seeking solace in its familiar embrace.

Once the clothes were carefully packed away, Jimin turned his attention to the divider by Taehyung's bed, where a collage of their shared memories adorned the surface. His breath caught in his throat as he traced the journey of their lives through each photograph.

A wave of nostalgia hits him as images of their childhood flashed before Jimin's eyes-their shared birthdays, their first day of elementary, their solo trip together, a pic when they both started high school in their own uniforms. Each picture held a piece of their story, a testament to the bond they had forged over the years.

But it was the last photograph that caught Jimin's eyes, it was just recently took by Taehyung-a snapshot of them at the beach, laughter echoing in the salty breeze as they stood side by side, arms linked with a wide smile in both of their faces. Jimin's heart ached as he gazed upon the happiness captured in that moment, a stark contrast to the pain that he was feeling right now.

Unable to bear the thought of tucking away these precious memories, Jimin didn't hesitate for a moment as he gathers up every photographs, he doesn't have the heart to put all those memories away.

Taehyung's stuffs was almost packed and his study table on the side was the only thing Jimin haven't clean. With hesitant steps, Jimin approached Taehyung's study table, the last bastion of their shared memories waiting to be organized. His hands moved mechanically, packing away the scattered items that adorned the surface. Yet, it was the sight of Taehyung's camera that halted him in his tracks. The camera that Taehyung always carry with him.