penpals | yoonmin

XV

park jimin

i know i'll go back home, eventually. but i've never ran out like that, i've always stayed and listened to the fighting around me until my mother shoved me aside to get to my dad. it feels good to be out of the house at a time like this. it's like.. 5:30. the sun is just about to set and the late winter air burns my lungs, but i don't care. i don't have a jacket. all i have is the clothes on my back and yoongi's letter. i felt my eyes getting wet, watering. i couldn't tell if they were they wear tears or just the wind hitting my eyes. i didn't feel anything, emotionally, anyways. because it's cold as hell right now and i definitely feel it. i read the letter. it made me feel better. i knew i had to go home now. i had to write back to yoongi. i just.. don't want to go home. my mind told me to go home while my body stayed there, sitting on the damp bench underneath me. i want to go home. i realized now, that the water falling from my eyes truly were tears.