kalopsia;;yoonseok

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sorry if it is not the best ^^;  also above is what hoseok looks like in this! i doodled it real quick, i may draw yoongi for next part~ 

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kalopsia;; a condition, state, or delusion in which things appear more beautiful than they really are.

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january 24th, 5:49 a.m., seoul

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min yoongi's p.o.v

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it's snowing in seoul. it's his favorite kind of weather, he thinks it's the prettiest kind of weather you can have. if you let him, he'll tell you everything he likes about the snow. if he were here now, he would be sitting at the desk by the window. he always woke up earlier than i did.

he would wait for me to wake up. and when i would, he would smile halfway, and say in a gentle tone barely above that of a whisper, 'look hyung, it's snowing,' i would smile back, and satisfied, he would turn back to the window.

but today wasn't one of those mornings.

the old wooden chair he would sit at was empty. so was the bed next to me. it was cold, and the smell of warm milk and honey faintly lingered behind.

today was a morning i would curl up on his side. a morning i would bury my face in his pillow. i would breathe in his scent, and imagine his beautiful face.

oh god, he has a beautiful face.

he has the face of an angel. almond shaped eyes, a deep brown color, set perfectly into his beautiful tan skin. and his pink lips, the shape of a heart, always so soft, so pretty. i loved his smile. his smile was truly one of the most beautiful things i will ever experience in this life. and his cheeks were always tinted light red, a natural blush that fit him perfectly. sometimes he would wear glasses. the frames were round and red, the lenses scratched up a little.

he never thought he was beautiful.

no matter how much i told him. no amounts of convincing could make him believe it. he would look in the mirror, and i could see disgust shine in his eyes. then replaced with sadness. those are the mornings i would get out of bed. i would slip through the doorway into the bathroom. i would go behind him and hug his waist, resting my head on his shoulder. 'you're beautiful,' i would whisper, holding him tighter. and unsatisfied, he would force out the word 'no.' and the smile would slide off my face, the sadness in his eyes mirroring into my own.

i wish he was here.

he hasn't been here since that morning. he left mid afternoon. i walked him to his apartment, there was snow and petals in his hair. he hugged me, and i breathed in the scent of warm milk and honey. i could hear his gentle heartbeat as i rested my head on his shoulder. it was all over too soon, he pulled away and the cold january air stung my cheeks. 'i love you,' i would say as he walked through the doorway. he would look at me, 'i love you too,' a whispered reply. there was a sad look in his eyes again.

i wonder how he's doing.

maybe i'll go visit him after i take a nap.  

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even though, it is only 3 pm, i still have stuff to do, so i will write the second half tomorrow! ^^" i hope this part was enjoyable!