Do you believe in true love?
Do you believe that two people can love each other so much that they are willing to die and sacrifice their lives for each other?
Do you think that true love lasts forever? What if you can't think of your lover for a who...
I placed flowers by Yoongi's grave and prayed for him.
I sat down on the ground next to it and read to him his favourite book, a story about Kumamon. During the funny parts, I laughed and imagine him laughing with me. During the exciting and surprising parts, I gasped and imagine his mouth agape like mine.
After finishing the book I looked up to the sky like I always do, and sighed at how beautiful the weather is.
The weather is always beautiful when I visit Yoongi.
When it's time to leave, I cried. I cry every time. I will never forget the day he died and the pain I felt, but I enjoy every single moment of my life as if Yoongi is living it with me. I remember the promotions I get in work, the happy times I have with my friends, and the lucky days when I won prizes and money.
I might never forget the day Yoongi died, but these happy memories will definitely help me live through it. I live happily, waiting till the day I die when I can see Yoongi again. I know this is what Yoongi wants, and to give him what he wants, I am willing to live on bravely.
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Sometimes love can be painful and hard, but trust me, there are always more good things than bad things.
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Jin's POV
I sat on the couch watching TV, when I felt the couch sink next to me. I felt a long arm wrapping around my waist and pulling me into a hug. "Hi Jinnie." I felt warm air blowing onto my ears, which sent chills down my spine. His deep raspy voice doesn't fail to make me blush every single time, so I buried my head into his chest and muffled a greeting back.
"Aren't you going to hug me back?" He asked while running his long fingers through my brown locks of hair, making me purr in comfort. I blushed a darker shade of red as stretched my arms out to return the hug, pulling my boyfriend even closer towards myself if that's even possible, me barely able to breath in the non-existent space between us.
It's hard to hug when my head is buried in his chest, so I looked up to my boyfriend, getting distracted by his shiny brown orbs, not caring that I exposed my red cheeks. He smiled at the sight but said nothing, silently enjoying the view placed in front of him. His smile warmed my heart, an addition to my heating cheeks. I noticed dimples on the sides of his smile, my turn to silently fangirl about the most attractive feature on my boyfriends face.
The news is on the TV with a reporter firing information in super speed at the viewers, but I can only hear my heart thumping hard against my chest, waiting for my boyfriends next action. His smile turned into a toothed grin as he leaned in and placed butterfly kisses on my face, tickling me and emitting giggles from my mouth.
