Your Fate Sealed

The Most Beautiful Moment

Yoongi POV

I had originally wanted to throw it away right when I received it, but thoughts in the back of my mind compelled me not to. I believe all instances happen for reasons beneficial to ones own life. I thought that maybe this was one of those instances. Even if I wasn't ready to fall in love with anyone, maybe this person was someone who could benefit my life in other ways. Maybe they were the key to awaken my true potential. That person could be essential to me creating beautiful work. That's why roughly two years ago on my birthday I carefully placed it in the back of my drawer instead of in the trash.
Though around a little less than a year ago, I was frustrated and searching though my drawers for something, anything, to give me a spark of inspiration, when I ran my fingers across the envelope and slowly pulled it out. I honestly had been so busy I pushed it to the very back of my mind until then. I thought to myself that it must have been the right time; it had to be opened. I was honestly nervous yet just the thought of unlocking new potential excited me. So I pulled out the letter and read, "Happy 18th Birthday, Min Yoongi." It went in to explain how when I was born, they ran tests to find the perfect match for me. Yet there was no one for me directly when I was born, it must of meant my "true love" wasn't born yet, so I had to keep coming in every birthday until they were born. On my third birthday they tested and found results. The letter told me my "true love" was a boy named Park Jimin. I remember thinking how surreal this whole ideal seemed, but it was the same for everyone apparently. I've never heard of Park Jimin before, though I decided not to pursue a search for him, like so many others seem to do right when they find out who their "true love" is. I felt that didn't seem right, it feels a bit forced really. If he really is my "true love", wouldn't we some how find each other without looking?

It happened in the spring, about two months after I opened the letter, I heard his name.

My heart froze as I heard, "Jimiiiiin! Park Jimiiiiiin!" A tall boy with a boxy smile was yelling and running obnoxiously, though I couldn't help but to keep watch. Park Jimin. My supposed true love was here? He's in the very park where I happen to be? It couldn't be. That's a common name, right? My eyes continued trailing the boy until he reached a shorter boy with dark hair and jumped into his arms. Park Jimin...wow, his smile...his smile is beautiful. Wait, what am I thinking? Did that just cross my mind? This is frustrating, I can't do this, I have to leave. As I'm walking quickly along the edge of the park I can't help but to take one look back. Park Jimin is beautiful and I can't deny that, GOD DAMNIT.

I'm actually kind of pissed off now. Pacing my room, with my thumb up to my mouth, biting the nail. These feelings that are washing over me, what are they? Yes, I read the part where it says he's my "true love", but I didn't expect it to hit me in the face like this! Maybe it's the concept that has me thinking like that. Yeah, that's probably it. I really get too into character sometimes, playing out roles in writing, trying to portray the words as emotions. It helps my writing when I can actually feel it, otherwise it's worthless. That's definitely what is happening right now, I took on that role mindlessly. That's what they want. This whole thing is a joke, get a hold of yourself Yoongi. It's just a role, it's not you. 

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The light is blinding...I really need to invest in some blinds for my windows.   Ugh, I just want to stay in bed, but I really need to get work done, no bullshitting. I roll out of bed and get into the shower. That was refreshing. I make myself a cup of coffee and walk over to my studio room to get some work done. Hmm yeah, it sounds good like this...maybe a few more layers under the chorus. Hmm. What does it need? Jimin. What? Shit, I thought I pushed him out of my mind. What's wrong with me? I need to get back to work. As I stare at my screen I can't seem to focus anymore. I'm going to take a walk, fresh air sounds nice. It's still a little cool out, it'll be nice for my senses.