diphylleia grayi • jimin

Maybe Twice

❝Herbicide(s), also commonly known as weedkillers, are chemical substances used to control unwanted plants.❝

10/10/2016

Seoya's P.O.V

It was an remarkable day, regardless of the fact that it was raining while the sun was shining beautifully, or the fact that I didn't attend the book club meeting yesterday.

I was sitting on my window sill, my back against the wall as I stared out, observing the drops of rain that scattered on the outside of the glass.

This dark void inside of my head was irritating whilst so many pictures and memories were flowing right before my eyes, the feeling of betrayal was engulfing me utterly for the first time. It almost overwhelmed me, disabling me to breathe and work properly. All of the small, insignificant moments that we shared suddenly were of such importance after no word was to come from across my mouth.

After not remembering how I have spoken my first word to him, it was impossible to remember how I've leave learned to grow fond of him- yet, after he left and after I was captured in paralysis, I suddenly remembered. At that time, I didn't know about the horrible solitude I'd once be in, unable to move even one inch of my body.

Why did they left at the same time without saying one last goodbye? For one week I have been alone almost every day, without Jimin at home, without Kihyun at the book club meeting.

"Seoya! Help me!"

The voice that I remembered reading out words from its owners books echoed through my head as I turned my head around, noise coming from behind me bedroom door.

"Seoya! He wants to kill me!"

My feet immediately, without any second thought, brought me to the outside of my bedroom in utter confusion and curiosity. Strangely, the light in the living room was switched on, a dark figure standing right under the doorframe that led from the hall into the salon.

"Seoya, it's over."

Those were the last words that I heard from Kihyun's voice, before the figure at the doorframe stepped fully inside agonizingly slow, every step stretching out the time in that I didn't breathe. I eyed the person in complete nervousness, sweat running down my temples.

I suddenly remember how I had taken my first steps- now that I was unable to move.

I saw blood on their shirt, blood on the fair skin of their face; the red liquid was all over the person's being. Even their words seemed to be laced with a evil and demoniacal tone that succeeded to fit perfectly into the description of the hue.

I suddenly remember the first time that I saw blood- now that it's sight terrified me.

Now, the voice in my head changed. It was much softer, much more delicate-a voice that I remember hearing for the first time, now that I dreaded to hear even a word from it.

"It's finally over, Seoya." He'd say, taking steps closer to my body which would scary me terribly. "It's only us again."

Jimin looked so different with the red liquid all over him as he eventually stretched out his hand. Instantly, the scent of the irony red arrived in my nostrils as it intoxicated me slowly.

I realized, that there was a big difference between plant toxins and herbicides. One is trying to kill with its own strengths, yet, the other is killing the strength of the first.

Once they succeeded, it's wasn't reversible. You could hurt someone once, maybe twice. But once you'd slit a knife inside their heart, you couldn't undo what you've done.

A battle of both could lead to both of them succeeding- or one barely breathing afterwards. Jimin was.

"I did it for you, Seoya." He'd say, as he embraced me in his arms; my body was stiff against his as I felt the stickiness of the red on my own skin for the first time. "I hate you, but I hated him more. He was even more useless than you were."

And I cried, before I lost control.

"You're insane! You're a murderer!"

Jimin eliminated the herbicides so the diphyellia grayi could survive anew.

Narrator's P.O.V

A small noise was heard in the living room of Choi Seoya's apartment in the night of October 10th, a seemingly peaceful Saturday night.

She had been sitting on the window sill all this day, only leaving it to eat or use the restroom, her eyes only focused on the raindrops that were so far yet so close to her through the glass of the window.

Because her apartment was engulfed in terrible silence for the last days, this almost not audible noise seemed false and strange in her ears. She jumped out of the position she had remained in all day, slowly approaching the salon where she supposed the noise.
And as she arrived she was convinced that her mind had suggested right, someone was there; the light was switched on and Jimin was on full display.

He had tears running down his cheeks, clothes drenched in a heavy amount of rain drops, his hair sticking to all parts of his face. He looked crestfallen as he slowly stepped inside the apartment, his lips parted, yet none of his thoughts were voiced.

Seoya looked at him with fear in her eyes, as if she couldn't believe how sorrowful he looked at that very moment. But was it really what she was seeing? Did she ever fear his sadness?

Maybe her mind suggested falsely. Maybe it continuously did. Not only once, not only twice.

She shrieked as he heard his words. "I'm so sorry for what I've said." Jimin whispered, once again taking steps closer to his girlfriend. "I'm such an idiot."

Plant toxins and herbicides- they were indeed different. For once, Choi Seoya's mind didn't seem to trick her. But what she didn't realize; both had important roles in the flourishment of the diphyellia grayi and also- they would never admit it- their love.

"Please, forgive me." Jimin took Seoya in his arms gently, her very own body not moving any inch like paralyzed. The wetness and cold of his skin and clothes could be felt on top of hers eventually. "I love you, Choi Seoya, more than everything else."

Jimin finally understood that the plant wasn't wilting because of herbicides and that it had its own toxins that weakened their strength. He tried to deny it all this time, but his effort was to no avail.

He recognized it in the way that tears came from Seoya's eyes slowly, before they squinted and- barely a second later- something in her mind clicked.

"You're insane! You're a murderer!"

-hello fam,
once again another update! I know this story may be confusing af so pls ask questions
and remember that the flower shall portray something in this story- so see it as a metaphor!