|EXO Imagines.|

Kai-Depression

Imagine...
You sat on the empty, wooden bench at the park, watching the view...
Your silky (insert colour here) hair flying with the cool winter breeze.
The birds...The kids playing...Families having picnics...
You blew the smoke out of your mouth and looked at your strawberry flavoured cigarette, deeply thinking...
You felt someone sit next to you, but you never cared to look...
"Beautiful view, huh ?"
It was a deep voice of a guy...it was so raspy and deep you admired it, the voice repeated in your head...
"Yeah...it is.."
You said but didn't look at him, yet.
"Your cigarette smells nice..."
He said and you finally turned your head to the right.
You saw a tall, pale guy, with a very defined and sharp jawline, black silky hair covering his eyes a bit, and full, plumped lips, that you admired.
He wore a black leather jacket, a black t-shirt underneath, and black ripped jeans and some black converse.
He also wore a pair of black earrings that you admired so much, and some chains.
He was also smoking.
He looked a lot like you..same clothes, same... everything...
"Thanks...Yours smells nice as well..."
You said and looked at the view again.
"I'm Jongin,...but you can call me, Kai."
He said looking at the view as well, smoking his mint scented cigarette.
"I'm (y/n)...."
You said and let the strawberry scented smoke, enter your lungs again.
He noticed something on your arm.
"(y/n)..I like it...
But if I may ask..., what's that on your arm..?"
He asked and pointed at your arm.
"Scars."
You said bluntly.
He chuckled and smoked his cigarette.
"Let me guess...you have them too...?"
You said and smirked a little.
He took off his jacket and showed you his arm.
"Bingo."
He said and continued smoking.
"Why aren't you hidding them, though...?"
He asked, still not looking at you.
"I'm tired of hidding them..."
You said and let the smoke enter your lungs again.
He was quiet for a bit.
"Why...?"
He said.
You looked at him.
"Why what...?"
He looked at you.
"Why do you hurt yourself...?"
He said and continued smoking.
You chuckled.
"Well...if I'm gonna tell ya, you should tell me too, ya know..."
You said and looked at your crossed legs.
"Okay...I'll tell you..but I asked first so..., you can start from the very beginning.
Talk. I'm all ears.."
He said, not looking at you...but you knew he was listening...because he just...simply felt the same way you felt.
"Okay...I guess I'll tell you then..."
You started.
"Ever since I was born, My parents hated me...They treated me badly,...they hit me,...they broke my bones, literally...They never loved me,...I had no friends, and everyone hated me...
And one day, When I was 12 years old, I came home from school..I didn't find anyone at home...But I only found a piece of paper...it was written by my parents. It said that my parents never loved me and..they just..left..they traveled to another country and I never saw them again...I cried my heart out that day...but ever since then, I learned how to take good care of myself and I managed to live alone...I never cried after that and...I grew up cold hearted...I never trusted anyone...And no one has ever dared to talk to me...And now...I have a job and..it's going well...I also have some friends but...I learned to never trust anyone after what my parents, the closest people I supposed to have had, did to me...
That's it...That's my story..."
He was still looking at the beautiful view...
"If you learned to never trust anyone then,...Why did you tell me all that..?
I mean..we just met..."
He said, still not looking at you.
You looked at the ground.
"I don't know...It's just..You're different...I feel like I can tell you anything...even though we didn't really talk that much..."
You said.
"I feel the same way..."
You looked at him.
"So...Tell me...What's your story..?"
You said and he chuckled.
"My story is way more complicated than yours but...I'll still share it with you..."
You lit another cigarette and put it in your mouth,
"How complicated..?"
You asked.
"So complicated...
Should I start or what..?"
"Yeah yeah..start.."
You said and looked at the beautiful view, in front of you.
"My uh.."
He started.
"My life wasn't really that perfect either...it wasn't perfect at all, honestly...
Mom and Dad always fought with each other when I was a little kid...
Mom loved me but...Dad didn't...
Dad always came home late at night, and drunk with bottles in his hands...he never even had a job..
He treated me so coldly and...I never felt like a son to him...He never treated me like one...He treated me like trash..It was horrible...
And one night..., They were fighting again and the fight was getting bigger and there voices were being raised higher...I got so scared and I hid behind the counter...
I watched as dad reached for something on the table...He reached for a knife and...he-..he stabbed my mother...he killed her...right in front of my eyes...
I stared at him with so much pain, shock and hate...
I hated him since then...I never even dared to call him my father after what happend...he went to jail and...I was alone...I never visited him nor I never talked to him..then I got a letter from jail saying that he's dead..he killed himself...I wasn't that sad nor I was happy...I felt...normal...not surprised nor shocked at all...I crumbled the piece of paper and threw it in the trash...I grew up and...I fell for a girl...I confessed and she...accepted me..but...later...she cheated on me...she never kept her promise of staying with me and...she dumped me...
I was so frustrated and...that's how I started self-harming...ever since then, everytime I felt depressed, I hurt myself...It was the easiest thing I could ever do...That's it..."
He said and a little tear escaped his eye but the tears stopped at once...
You stared at him...you felt hurt to see him like this...
You suddenly hugged him...he was shocked at first but he gave in..he hugged you back and you both stayed like that for god-knows how much time...you let him pull away first and when he did, you both stared deeply into each other's eyes...
Both of your eyes were filled with emotion and pain...but then...you managed to heal eachother...
You both talked and got to know each other that day...he walked you home and you both exchanged numbers...
Ever since then, You became best friends...you both went to work in the morning at hung out at night...
You both decided to let the bad memories go away and saved money and you bought a new simple house...you moved in together and your love grew for each other...
One day..he confessed and you had your first kiss from someone whom you truly loved...You both promised to stop self-harming and smoking and you sticked to your promises and you never broke them...
Your love grew even more and he teached you how to trust, and you teached him how to love...
He proposed to you and you both got married and had a simple family...you had a son and a daughter and you raised them well and teached them how to love and trust each other.
Your husband worked hard and he got promotions until he was the owner of the company he worked in while you already left work to raise both of your children...
You both grew old together, watching your kids grow and grow until they became adults...
You were proud parents...
You were both burried together, under the same ground, next to each other, after bringing up a better generation full of love and trust...
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Maybe life could be hard but you only have to be positive and believe that god will surely make you happy some day...
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The end.
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