100 letters // pjm + myg

Part 1

Part 1 // The breakup

19th January 2017

Jimin and Yoongis room was in shambles. Articles of clothing spewed all over the floor and dangling out of upturned drawers. The doors to the medium sized white closet flung open carelessly and the cream coloured carpet completely covered with piles of books and boxes that had been removed from their hiding spots, coated with a thick layer of dust, in order for Jimin to be able to gather all his belongings. Essentially making it seem like Jimin never lived here to begin with.

The slit blinds were open resulting in a clear view of the horrendous storm taking place outside - this still wasn't as bad as the storm brewing within apartment 102 between Jimin and his current partner.

The light dimly shone throughout the room,not quite reaching the corners of the space,leaving the two surrounded by ever creeping darkness. Jimin was angrily throwing his belongings into a tattered brown suitcase with fraying ends which hadn't been used in years-ironically enough it hadn't been used since Jimin moved into the quaint abode of Yoongis.

The windowpane viciously shook due to the drastic gusts of wind that aided the violent drops of rain to pelt against the window harshly.  The wind roared just as Jimin finished placing the last of his belongings into the old suitcase.

Yoongi was desperately pleading for Jimin to stay. For Jimin to give him another chance. For Jimin to forgive him. For Jimin not to leave him. Jimin ignored the dark haired boy just as the said boy had been ignoring Jimin for the past few months. Pushing past Yoongi, Jimin found himself in their sitting room. The vase was still on the floor- pieces of glass buried between the fibres of the clean and otherwise impeccable rug.

Jimin turned away from the scene, with teary eyes,as a slight pain resounded on the side of his face, reminding him of the events that had happened less than an hour ago in the same room he was standing in.

The same room he was never planning on seeing again.

The same room where he finally realised that he couldn't stand this place anymore.

The same room in which they had their first fight.

The same room he realised Yoongi didn't love him anymore.

The same room he realised he didn't know Yoongi anymore.

The same room in which Jimin had just broken into pieces and Yoongis knuckles had split.

Yoongi had stopped pleading with Jimin and observed how broken his lover appeared while examining their surroundings where Jimin and Yoongi had spend many nights wrapped up in one another.

Yoongi recalled of the times that him and Jimin had snuggled on the simplistic coach until 3 in the morning watching rom-coms (of Jimins choosing-of course) that all seem to have the same over used and cliche plot which ended with the guy always choosing the girl over anything else. He thought of the times when he would play the brown piano, located in the corner, on late Sunday mornings, while Jimin would either be cooking something in the kitchen or he'd be sitting on the stool besides Yoongi with his eyes closed and his head thrown back - immersing himself in the music, matching lyrics to the melody - as the sun from the window directly opposite would bathe them both in warmth. He remembered the times when Jimin would force him to dance to some soppy song on the radio, regardless of Yoongis distaste to the whole scenario, resulting in them having to push the coffee table, settled in the middle of the room, aside in order to acquire the maximum amount of space so they could make complete fools of each other as neither were good at slow dances anyway.

Now, Jimins face was painted with streams of tears - mirroring the numerous lines streaked along the windowpane made up from the plethora of raindrops that were still dramatically falling from the moody grey sky above. This was the last time for a long time Jimin would find himself cracking yet again because of Yoongi and his careless behaviours.