Title: "My Sunshine" || Sope One-Shot || A Tale of Misunderstanding and Redemption
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YN: I hate her... I hate her... but why?
Hoseok: Why are you trying to be like her? Just be yourself. *He cups her face gently.* You're much...
I turned around to see Yoongi walking in, his face tense as usual. I pulled him into a tight hug, feeling his grip tighten on my shirt and the wetness on my shoulder. I knew he was crying. I softly patted his back.
Hobi: Yoongi, don’t worry. Everything will be fine.
Yoongi: How? How can I just watch her like this? It’s been six years of her suffering, all because of that selfish girl. I can’t stand seeing her in pain—it’s tearing me apart. I’ve tried everything to help her heal, but nothing’s working!
He was crying like a small child. I know how much he loves her, and how hard this is for him. I haven’t told him about my own health issues because I know he’s already burdened with pain and stress. I don’t want to add to his worries or fuel his hatred for her. Even though she’s done so much to hurt me, I still can’t bring myself to hate her.
I turned down a business deal because I didn’t want to deepen my feelings for her—it’s already hard enough trying to move on. After rejecting the deal, I flew back to South Korea immediately. I found myself lost in thoughts of her again, only to be interrupted by a familiar voice.
???: I always love this Sope moment.
Yoongi and I pulled back when the Yoongi lightly tapped on his head, making him groan in pain. He pouted cutely and said,
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???: Yoongi-hyung! Don’t hit my head! What if I go crazy?
I chuckled at his comment, but Yoongi’s savage reply had me laughing even harder.
Yoongi: Jiminnah! A mad person can’t go mad twice!
We were still laughing when a soft, sweet voice caught our attention, making us turn around. It was Veda, slowly walking toward us with a confused look on her face. My heart sank seeing her pale and frail. If it hurts me this much, I can’t imagine how Yoongi feels. She stood beside Yoongi, smiling at me.
Veda: Who are you?
Her memory loss, a symptom of her mental illness, meant she couldn’t remember people she hadn’t seen in over a week. I hadn’t seen her in about three or four weeks, so it made sense that she didn’t recognize me. I smiled and extended my hand.
Hobi: I’m Hobi, Yoongi’s friend.
She smiled and looked at Yoongi, who gave her a gentle nod and a side hug. Then she turned back to me and shook my hand, still smiling.
Veda: Hello, I’m Veda, Yoongi’s fiancée.
They hadn’t married yet because after their engagement, they had a falling out with YN. When she left, a tragic incident occurred, leaving Veda in her current state. I smiled as she turned to see Jimin, who was grinning like a fool.
Jimin: Heyyy, Veda!
Veda: Hello, my mochi!
Jimin was about to hug her when Yoongi gently pulled her back and stepped in front of him, his jaw clenched and eyes glaring daggers.
Yoongi: How many times do I have to say it? Stay away from my girl!
Veda: Yoongi! Don’t scold him, he’s cute!
She stepped forward and patted Jimin’s head. Yoongi’s eyes widened with jealousy as he continued to glare at Jimin, making me laugh at his possessiveness.
Time skip
I love taking night walks, surrounded by a beautiful and peaceful view. It really helps with my anxiety, more than those disguised medicines ever did. Over the past year, I haven’t had any anxiety, and even Jin mentioned that I’m healing. It’s good—I think I’m getting better, not because I’m forgetting her, but because I’m learning to live with the good memories we shared. I’m accepting that I can’t move on, so I’ve just let go of the idea of moving on.
But after seeing her again, I realized that my love for her hasn’t faded; in fact, it has grown stronger. My heart raced uncontrollably when I saw her after six years, especially when she was wearing the dress I had given her. Why does she still have my gift? And why did she choose to wear it on that day—my birthday? Did she know I would be there? No, if she had known, her reaction would have been more composed, but she seemed genuinely shocked, which means she was unaware of my presence.
I thought a walk under the glowing moon with the fresh breeze kissing my skin would clear my mind. But once again, I found myself lost in thoughts of her. I chuckled to myself, shaking my head in disbelief.
As I continued walking, I suddenly heard the sound of something or someone falling. Instinctively, I ran toward the source and found a girl lying on the ground, her back facing me. She must have been drunk, I thought, as I approached her. But as I got closer, I froze in shock at what I saw.
As I stepped out of the bathroom after my bath, a sudden gust of cold, fresh air hit my skin, sending a chill through me. I walked over to the window, closed it, and then sat down on the bed. My mind was still reeling from what Jiwon unni had told me. My heart raced at the thought that he still loves me, that he still has feelings for me. I hate myself for hurting him.
When she said he’s suffering from Major Depressive Disorder (MDD), it felt like my world stopped. It’s such a dangerous form of depression, one that could even lead to death.
I felt a bit of relief when she mentioned that he’s been okay for the past year, not experiencing any anxiety, and that he’s recovering quickly. But I can’t even begin to imagine the pain he’s endured over the last six years, all because of me.
I’m feeling overwhelmed right now, and it feels like there's this heavy weight in my chest, almost like it's choking me. I want to forget everything, just for a little while. The only thing I think might help me forget is "soju." I know it sounds like I'm trying to run away, but I really just want to escape these feelings, even if only temporarily.
I’ve bought two bottles of soju. I’ve never been much of a drinker, but tonight I’m willing to try. I look around for a quiet spot where I can drink without interruptions, and I find a garden or a small park. I sit down and start drinking, taking slow sips. The first taste is quite bitter, but I push through it, hoping it will help me feel better.
After a few sips, I start to get used to the taste. Before I know it, I've finished both bottles. The world starts to spin, and I feel as though I’m floating. I find myself laughing and recalling happy memories with friends. But then, out of nowhere, the painful memories hit me, particularly the ones where I hurt Hobi. I’m overcome with guilt, and the tears start flowing. I’m sobbing like a child, and it feels like the weight of my emotions is finally coming out.
Once I stop crying, I feel slightly lighter, but I’m still in a haze. I know I need to get back to my hotel, but the thought of staying here all night is unbearable. I manage to stand up, but my vision is blurry, and everything starts to go dark. I stumble and fall, and before I know it, everything goes black.
