Miss me? || Jinyoung Oneshot

Miss me?

Your P.O.V

My eyes slowly fluttered open and my blurry vision began to clear gradually. I blinked a few times before utilizing my hands to lift myself up from my ill-lit living room's couch. My head felt heavy and an unfamiliar numbness dominated my entire body. I massaged my temples and sooner than later I figured out the reason why I dozed off last night ; the empty bottle of wine standing on the table made everything crystal clear.

This was definitely not the first time so I asked myself... why? Why did you find drinking the only solution to your problem? It's not like he cares, it's not like he's going to come save you so what's the point?

The answer was the memories he had left behind him. The memories that made me long for him. Even this very couch was inundated with his beautiful scent. I'd lie down on top of him and intertwine my hand in his ; our hands would fit like magic and our laughter would echo the whole place.

This was also the spot where we'd cuddle all night watching movies ; romantic-comedy was his favorite. I'd punch him hard on his arm if he mercilessly teased me for shedding tears on happy endings. I missed the memories but most importantly, I missed him.

I constantly questioned myself: would he be feeling the same way too? Ever after what happened that day? That horrid day?
Every night since then, I'd hug my phone to sleep hoping he'd call me or send a text message but unfortunately he never did.
The nights grew even lonelier and darkness seemed to suck the day dry of its essence.

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Jinyoung P.O.V

I blankly applied jam on top of the slice of bread with half-lided eyes. I couldn't get any sleep last night. Again. I even took a few pills as remedy but the results were the same: I stayed wide awake the whole night and the next day restlessness got the better of me. Eye bags were beginning to scar my face already.

I not only was deprived of sleep but lost my appetite too. This so called breakfast was just something to get me through the day. It seemed as if though everything had lost its charm, despite the fact that Christmas was right around the corner, my heart remained hollow.

I knew why and I knew since when but sadly, I didn't have the power to turn back time. Back to when everything was perfect: when she was still mine.

I couldn't deceive myself ; it was my fault. If I hadn't raised my voice, she'd be here with me and we both would be happy to have each other in their lives. The memory of us baking together in this very kitchen played in my mind. We'd make cookies with each other's initials on it and feed one another on Christmas day.

A pleasant smile formed on my lips at the remembrance of her pretty smile and twinkling eyes but it soon faded away when I recalled her last words to me, " I'm through with you! And I won't stand to see you longer than a second! ", she cried out with a cracking voice and her beautiful eyes teemed with tears. My heart ached at the memory and I wanted her back more than anything.

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Your P.O.V

I decided to take a stroll around the concrete jungle. The atmosphere outside was very lively and cheerful due to the nearing of the holiday season. It used to be my favorite time of the year but not anymore I guess. I heaved a sigh and saw my breath disappearing into the air.

I continued to wander the buzzing metropolis with a cup of Starbucks coffee in the grasp of my gloved hands. I saw a lot of couples walking past me, hand in hand and smiles plastered on their faces.

I remembered when he and I would roam Times Square and when my palm would turn icy cold, he'd get a hold of it and put it in the pocket of his coat. The warmth that radiated off of his love melted away all the cold. We'd share the same cup of coffee while sitting side by side on the glowing ruby red stairs of TKTS, overlooking the place that was overflowing with pedestrians and illuminated by electronic billboards.

I'd interlock my arm in his and rest my head on his shoulder ; taking in the overwhelming ambiance. He'd do the same to complete the picture. It was these moments that made me fall for him every single day. I craved to be in his arms once again.

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Jinyoung P.O.V

My head was hanging low as I sauntered with slow and steady steps. I was a loner admist a sea of strangers darting hither and thither.

I halted in front of a Starbucks cafe, the very cafe where she scared me for life once: I came out with a cup before my eyes searched for her. I tried calling out her name but still she was no where in sight and my voice was suppressed by the crowd of people all around me. Panic began to gush through my veins like cold water until a pair of arms hugged me from behind. The scent of her favorite perfume confirmed that those arms belonged to her.

I bursted out on her soon after for scaring the daylights out of me. Her gleeful face turned pouty at my rants and she refused to meet my eyes. Seeing her gloominess forced my furious eyes to soften and eventually I locked her in an embrace. She whispered an apology as I ran my fingers through her silky chocolate brown hair.

Losing her meant the end of the world for me...but what now? When I'd already lost her. Would I ever get her back?

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Your P.O.V

Having buried my palms in the pockets of my jacket, I ambled the bridge ; the sound of my footsteps against the wooden planks filled my ears. My hair were at the mercy of the wind.

This bridge used to be our sanctuary ; the best place to run away to from the struggles of our lives. It also happened to be the place where we first met. It was like coming across my other half ; he seemed just as lost as I was which was one of the reasons we clicked and at the end of the day, the two lost souls found love. But now the found love was lost again.

When the clock struck twelve, fireworks shooted across the sky like bouquets of flowers blooming in the dark. Everyone marveled at their beauty with cheers and laughter. My neck remained craned up at the sky.

It was the first time that I had witnessed the pinnacle of art without him.

I looked up at the sky with sparking eyes and a toothy grin. He on the other hand didn't pay attention to the show but instead stared at me with wonder and affection. I was caught off guard by that look of his when I averted my gaze from the sky to him before he leaned in to press his lips against mine. He put strands of hair behind my ear and cupped my cheeks.

And at that very moment time froze. I didn't care about the fireworks nor what was happening around me, I only wanted that kiss to last forever. His touch drove me out of this world.

I wiped a tear at the memory and tore my gaze from the colorful sky. The fireworks continued to burst when I decided to take my leave.

I stood rooted to the spot after recognizing the person standing a few inches away from me. His eyes were fixated at me with disbelief while I struggled to process what was happening. It really was him.

A lump formed in my throat and I looked panickingly. After mustering all the courage I could get, I began to dash by him but the action couldn't meet its end because he caught my wrist in an iron tight grip right when I was almost past him. I gulped at the thought of what was to come next.