FORLORN | JIKOOK

011 ─ loved

Jeon Jungkook

"Jimin?" I stared across at the man with wide, shocked eyes. My eyebrows were raised high in surprise, and I felt as if I had completely run out of breath at the sight of the man. "Is it really you?" My voice was deep with emotion, and I felt my throat burn with different words and feelings. I wanted to run towards the man, but yet I didn't want to move. I couldn't find much strength, but I forced my feet forward, and I slowly dragged my feet across the hard sidewalk. The shorter man across from me did the same, and with every moment closer to him I felt my chest tighten. I wasn't sure what to expect or what to think, but my mind was screaming with different thoughts and feelings.

Jimin was gone, remember? I told myself constantly, and I blinked my eyes to try to see clearly. I wanted to grasp wether what I saw was true or not, and though I was frightened to see the man, I feared the sight of him disappearing. This isn't real, is it? The words crossed my mind repeatedly. I wasn't sure what I wanted. I felt everything around me trembling. I was working hard to move on, and I was beginning to feel like I was doing just that; I was okay, remember?

But this wasn't okay.

But what was worse than that, was that I knew that I loved Jimin. I was still in love with the man that I was seeing.

"Yes, Jungkook, it's me." The man whispered, and he stared up at me with eyes that looked as if they were filled with overwhelming feelings. "It's Jimin." He said, and I felt my breathing quicken at those two words. Right in front of me was Jimin. Park Jimin. It really was him.

I nearly stepped back in shock, but yet my body was frozen. "I can't believe that it's you." I breathed out, and I stared down at the man with my eyes lingering on each feature of his face. I hadn't seen him so close in so long— in what felt like eternity. Before me was that man that I had become completely broken over.

What was I supposed to do?

"Me?" He shook his head before slowly lifting it up at me. "I can't believe it's you." He parted his lips, and the rays of light from the street light hit against his face, causing his eyes to shine up at me brightly. His eyes looked deeper than ever, and I fell silent at the sight of them. I had so many things I wanted to say before, but my mind was losing every word that I had ever thought. I felt speechless, and in that moment I had no clue what to say or do. How could it be that the man I loved and missed so much, ended up being exactly where I was?

The sight of him brought memories to my head. Memories that I worked hard to bury. Every inch of his skin and every feature on his face reminded me of something in the past. The sight of his lips made me remember the nights that we laid together and showed our affection for each other, along with the night he first kissed me inside of the coffee shop we both worked in. His eyes reminded me of the times I was breaking, and concern was reflecting through his eyes towards me. His hands reminded me of the first time we met, and he held my hand and wouldn't let go; he made me so uncomfortable, and I wanted him to get away more than anyone else— how did I end up hating his absence more than any other's?

His hair reminded me of whenever I cut it myself— he was so impressed by what I had done. His arms reminded me of whenever he pulled me up to him on the way to Hawaii, and whenever he held me close to warm me up on the nights where I was too cold to sleep.

Before I could register what I was doing, I found myself wrapping my arms around Jimin's small body. I had no clue what to say, but I found my emotions falling through my actions. I held Jiming's chest against my own, and I tightened my grip around his waist. Holding him close, his body froze a bit in shock, but after a moment he breathed out slowly. The man stared up at the darkened sky, and his arms were raised. He wasn't quite sure what to do. But after several moments, he placed his hands on my shoulders, allowing his fingertips to graze across the fabric of my shirt while he wrapped his arms around my neck. He seemed hesitant, but why, I wasn't sure— I had no clue. But in a matter of moments, he released a soft breath, and allowed his eyes to fall closed.