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y.o.u•yoonseok

You: the one that floods my senses every hour of the day...
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I stared wistfully at the withering flower petals that had accumulated around the blue vase. I couldn't quite figure out the last time I had taken time out of my day to even water the poor flowers but I assumed it had been a little over a week or so. The purple petals with brown spots hung low as I gazed at them, as if they were ashamed of being seen in this state. As if their real, rotting personalities were coming out through their roots and it was getting a bit out of control. I resorted to getting new flowers the next day coming up or whenever I felt like going outside which wasn't going to be soon if the weather had anything to say.

It had been storming like crazy ever since spring approached us. The term "April showers, May flowers" didn't seem to be true since all of the flowers seemed to just be budding and the sun hadn't come to visit in weeks. That just topped off my dead spirit just right. I sighed, a long, sad one, as I glanced out of my window to the clouds that frowned back at me with equal anger and sadness. And for one second, one mere tick of the clock that hung on the top of the door, I had forgotten why I was holding a notepad and pen.

I groaned lightly, the sound tickling my throat as I positioned myself comfortably in front of the vase that reflected my feelings like a mirror to a face. I could've backed out and simply taken myself up to my room but that would make matters worse, since everything smelled like him. The sheets, the pillows, even my own wardrobe, everything. I felt pathetic, just a bucket of self pity ready to be poured out. But at the same, guilt ate me up, like a parasite, and I couldn't rid of it, not unless I did this. I grabbed my sky blue notepad, decorated with cloud stickers and in big letters on the front cover that read Y.O.U. I quickly began to start writing, scribbling anything down that floated to the surface of my hectic brain.

Dear Yoongi/
Dear Yoo/
Dear Yo/

I quickly scribbled out the name, if anyone were to find these or if I actually had the courage to send the letters to him, I didn't want anyone to know much about who it was to or by.

Dear Y.O.U,
You might know who this is, considering you never answer my calls anymore or notice me in general but I'm writing this because I still love you. I know it may be too late to say this but I do, I mean it. It's you who I can't stop thinking about. I get sick to my stomach every time I think of you leaving me forever. I heard you never wanted to see me again, after I did what I did. I'm sorry for leaving and not telling you why. I tried to explain but you told me to go away and even hit me before pushing me away. But even after all that, I still love you, words can't even explain my feelings. This may never even get to you but I hope that somewhere- somehow that my feelings radiate to you. I hope you know I still love you.
Yours Truly,
JHS

I concluded my rampage of love by signing with my initials and tearing the paper out with slow careful rips along the perforated line. I didn't know if it would ever get sent out or if it would leave my home in anyway but I still kept it in an envelope along with a withered flower petal for some reason, it kind of represented how bad I felt, my guilt I guess.

~ one week later ~

"Yoongi, there's a letter here for you from... J.H.S." my roommate, Jungkook, yelled at the top of his lungs from down stairs. I groaned at the ringing sound but got up despite my rotten attitude. I glided down the cold wooden stairs before snatching the letter from the younger's hands and making my way back into my blankets.

I didn't receive mail much unless it was from my mother who never missed out on a care package or birthday gift. But this time it wasn't from my mother which made me more curious to who it could be. I ripped the envelope open ruthlessly since it was completely sealed shut. Inside looked to be a brown flower petal with a piece of paper. I grabbed the piece of paper figuring that this was the most important part.

I began to read, confused at first but I quickly caught on as I got to the end of the letter, seeing the pen name the sender used. JHS could only stand for Jung Hoseok, the boy who left me. The boy I tried endlessly to forget or at least I did for a couple of weeks. "He still loves me." I whispered it as my fingers ran along the lines tainted with black ink.

Truth is, no matter how much I acted like the break up was nothing more than a few words exchanged, I knew deep down that I still loved Hoseok. That even if in that moment I honestly hated him, I still didn't want him to leave. But the moment I'd admit that to him was unknown. I wanted to but my heart wasn't quite ready. It still needed some mending, like tape to a ripped piece of paper. But to know that I wasn't the only one still feeling sad was a start. I stuffed the letter into my underwear drawer and crawled back into bed to rest and think, what would I write in my letter?
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Us: a thing of the past, possibly the future...
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a/n;i'm so sorry for not updating in months but i miss you guys and i will upload more very soon, happy summer-☆^ _ ^ also sorry for changing the book covers so much, just tryna find a new style.