At the start of his fifth year in prison, Seokmin found himself sinking into a pit of despair he hadn’t expected. He sat on his bunk, staring blankly at the cracked ceiling, the noise of the prison fading into a dull hum around him. The letters from Jisoo had stopped coming. No more visits. No updates. Just silence.
At first, he’d convinced himself it was temporary—Jisoo was busy, perhaps with work, friends, or life in general. But as the months dragged on, Seokmin began to believe otherwise. Maybe Jisoo had finally moved on. Maybe he’d realized that waiting for a man behind bars was a waste of time. Maybe he’d found someone better—someone who could love him without the weight of a criminal past.
The thought brought an ache to Seokmin’s chest that felt like it would split him apart. But there was another part of him—small, quiet, and selfless—that wanted that for Jisoo. He wanted Jisoo to find happiness, even if it wasn’t with him. After all, what could he offer now? A broken man, serving his time, with nothing but guilt and regrets to show for it.
Sitting on the edge of his cot, Seokmin pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes, trying to force the tears back. "It’s better this way," he whispered to himself, his voice cracking. "He deserves someone who can give him a future. A family. Stability."
The image of Jisoo smiling, maybe holding a child’s hand or laughing with a partner who wasn’t him, flashed in Seokmin’s mind. It stung like salt in a wound, but he clung to it. If Jisoo was happy, then that was enough. It had to be enough.
From that point on, Seokmin stopped expecting anything. When the guards called out for visitors, his heart no longer leaped with anticipation. When mail was handed out, he didn’t rush to see if his name was on an envelope. He buried himself in his routines, helping where he could, forcing himself to smile even when it hurt.
But every night, as he lay on his bunk staring into the darkness, the ache in his heart remained. He didn’t pray for Jisoo to come back anymore. Instead, he prayed for Jisoo’s happiness.
"Wherever you are," he whispered into the quiet, "I hope you’re smiling. I hope you’re loved. And I hope you’re free Bluebell. "
Because in the end, that was all Seokmin wanted. Jisoo, free and happy, even if it meant letting go of the last piece of hope he had left.
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BLOSSOMED | SEOKSOO FF
FanfictionSEQUEL OF MANIAC "I just wanted to protect you..... But the biggest threat was me only...." "I will wait Seokmin... If you are willing to grow.." "I don't deserve you Bluebell.." "Yes.. You don't.. But... You will." Top Seokmin Bottom Jisoo
