Youth, the only thing that they want is youth, but.. How? How to find youth?
They don't know..
Like the distance between us and death, they don't know..
Picturing memories might be fun, but will it still be one if we're the ones who fade into a memory?
He's scared that he might lose everything, he's scared that he might leave them before he could picture everything,
He just wanted more time..
When day passed by, and the moon greets, he got amused by it, yet he never forget about the remaining time he had, he can't.
And that's why he's scared, he didn't sleep, he sacrificed his sleep because he doesn't want to sleep forever before it's time.
He need them..
He knew it'll be alright if he hold on a little bit longer, but how much longer?
"Seokjin hyung~ What are you doing over there?" Jungkook shouts from afar, waving while running to Seokjin's direction.
"Hyung? What's with the recorder? Are you filming us?" Taehyung asked, taking a good look at the recorder that hangs on Seokjin's soft palm with the help of it's strap.
Seokjin nods at Taehyung's question, inhaling a good deep breath before cracking out a smile.
"You know, I'm scared that everything will break if I let go, if I let go of our memories." Seokjin mutters.
"And so I'm gonna tape every memory of all of us while I can." They smiled at each other, cracking small laughs as they do poses infront of the recorder.
Jin smiled to them, a very huge smile, the one they liked the most about Seokjin.
But then..
They disappeared, their laughs, their smiles, their joys.
There was none. In a quiet, deserted white room he's standing in right now.
The butterfly appears,
The yellow butterfly.
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