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삼 | Three

Sooo, I redid the cover of this book, and I'm much happier with how it looks now (: 

Wake up

I stirred slightly, lips opened to let out my small breaths.

Wake up baby

"Five more minutes Jimin." I grumbled out in response to his familiar voice.

I heard his small laugh in my ear, breath on my face being minty fresh.

"Y/N, Wake up." I heard once again, but this time it was a different voice. I opened my eyes to see Tae looking at me with a sad face, obviously having heard me respond to who I thought was Jimin.

It seemed so real . . . his voice next to me, lips almost tickling my ear. It sent chills down my spine. I was going insane, and the worst part was I couldn't tell if I hated the fact I felt and heard Jimin again or not.

I slowly sat up, rubbing my eyes a bit. I noticed Tae was the only one in the room now, and the floor was clean of all blankets. It meant a lot for them to clean up, seeing as they usually left me to do it whenever they'd visit before. 

Jimin would always clean up their messes with me, laughing about how much of slobs they were. I know he hated cleaning, but he never complained once and was eager to assist me.

If only he would come back, I'd never ask him to clean again.

I was about to stand up, but Tae sat down beside me, pulling me into his side for a small hug. He kissed my forehead, his long fingers petting my hair down from where it stood up due to my movements while asleep.

He didn't need to say anything for me to know why he held me close. I had spoken to Jimin in my sleepy state. He assumed it was another dream of mine, but little did he know I felt Jimin. I heard him. I saw him in the bathroom the night before. It's like he was watching down on me and leaving little hints to tell me he was there. No no no. I had to stop being silly. It was just my imagination. My everything was aching for him, but he's not coming back. This isn't real.

I sighed, moving myself away from Tae as I stood up. "I'm going to take a shower." I mumbled, watching as his head nodded.

"Jungkook and I will be in the living room, the others went to the market but they'll be back soon." He said, giving me his signature smile before leaving the room. My bottom lip trembled a bit as I watched the door where he had just exited. His wonderful smile, the one that makes so many happy, it wasn't the same anymore. It was so forced, his eyes not shining like they used to. 

I went to the closet, opening up the doors as Jimins intoxicating scent hit me. I breathed it in deeply, sighing as I reached out to grab a shirt of mine, as well as some jeans. My eyes lingered on the numerous old sweatshirts of Jimin still hanging there. I wanted to grab one to slip on, my hands trailing along the old grey one with patches all over it, but I decided against it, my hand moving away as I shut the closet door softly.

I walked into the attached bathroom, turning on the warm water as I slipped off my own clothing. I stepped inside, my muscles instantly relaxing as the heat of the water droplets pelted onto my back. I pulled my hair to one side, shutting my eyes as I stood under the warmth; unmoving. 

"갈 길은 먼데

왜 난 제자리니
답답해 소리쳐도
허공의 메아리
내일은 오늘보다는
뭔가 다르길
난 애원할 뿐야"

(I have a long way to go but

why am I running in place?
I scream out of frustration
but the empty air echoes
I hope tomorrow will
be different from today