" Who are you? "
" I-I....I don't know. "
A love story , where Taehyung falls in love with a person whom he met through letters.
He never saw that person's face , nor knew his name because the person wanted to meet him personally and then disclose h...
A beautiful evening it was yet there he was laying on his bed, almost lifeless.
Empty bottles of alcohol all around his room with darkness enveloping the very corner he had hid himself from the world.
He could hear the rain dropping but remained unbothered.
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A while ago, it was the rain that made him happy. It was this time of the year that he loved. The cold breeze , that melodious pitter patter. It was like the person he loved.
The one who used to send him letters. The person whom he got to know via words and only words. That person used to send as many letters in the rainy season , explaining their love for this man laying in the bed with now nothing but tears in his eyes.
" Hyung? Get up. " A man in his late 20s walked inside that man's room switching the lights on , getting a crack groan from the man.
" Hyung get up. I know you are awake. Get up. "
" Out. " That 's all the man said stuffing his face in the pillow , wetting it like the rain outside.
The person who had walked inside , his face turned sad when he saw his brother again in such a vulnerable situation.
" Hyung....? " He sat beside the long laying figure and placed his hand on his elder brother's back, giving soft strokes.
The man underneath his touch trembled while silently crying his eyes out to the pillow and curled his long and thin fingers around it , clutching it tightly pushing his face further , shifting away from his younger brother's reach.
" Hyung...... I don't know for how long are you going to mourn over that person. I don't know why you are destroying yourself like this but this is not right. You got news of that person's death 3 years ago. That pers--"
" That person?! He has a name! He is not some non-living thing, Jimin! " he snapped angrily, getting up from the bed, back facing his brother.
" Now out! " He retorted without turning back and stood up from his place before heaving a deep sigh.
Jimin stood from the bed with an upset face and blinked at his brother's back. His brother had changed a lot.
That carefree happy , uplifting and confident brother of him was gone leaving his ashes behind in the form of a man who kept on mourning for his lover whom he had never seen , whose voice he could only imagine while reading those letters.
" Hyung .... You are losing yourself for s-someone who isn't even a-alive. " Jimin spoke in a cracked voice with tears flowing down his eyes. He stood there even after getting a scold from his brother because he was worried. He could not see him suffer anymore.
" Jimin. I f-feel him. H-His words. They still appear in front of me. And I feel that he is alive. I don't know anything but I know one thing. If I am still alive, there is a reason behind it. Maybe my god wants me to wait more rainy days and nights. Maybe he wants me to wait a little before I get a reason to live again. " He whispered , staring out of the glass door , at the rain pouring heavily, bashing through the glass.
Jimin sighed hearing his brother , who traced the foggy glass with his fingers gazing briefly outside.
" Fine. At least eat something. I shall bring food for you. " Jimin said at which his brother turned around and stopped him. " No. Not now. I want to write something."
" Today , it feels fine. ....... I can't complete my heart but why to make those empty pages suffer? I must complete them. Fill them with the beauty of letters they deserve."
Jimin felt excitedly happy as soon as he heard his brother say that, he wanted to write , because it had been weeks since he wrote something but when he heard that his brother wants to go out, he frowned.
" Its raining outside. " Jimin expressed.
" I'll be taking the car. " His brother looked straight in those brown eyes turning around. Jimin's brother looked so awful. Withered hair , uncreased clothes , red swollen eyes and dry lips.
" Not alone. " Jimin said sternly.
" Please. " His brother whispered lowly and younger lost.
" But I beg you hyung. Not alone. " Jimin could do nothing but plead to his elder brother who breathed out looking on the black floor.
