True love I believe is something you will only experiance once in your life. It is something that you dont realise how much you thrive off it when you have found the one. You don't notice the little things that you have or that are with you for you are drunk with love.
At the start you're shy and contimplate whether or not you should make a move. If you said for me to kiss him I would blush hard and panic. It's a little cringey now I look back on it. It shows that you were trying to actually stay with the person you loved though even if it was awkward.
After we both started going out the flirting was not the awkward or meant to impress one or the other. We would cuddle on the couch watching shitty television. That's what we did, we would not even pay attention to what was on for we were so obsorbed in each other.
A while later he got me a piano to but in my music studio. I fell for him more. The piano was vintage and brown the varnish long gone. The wood tattered. The keys weren't a bright white, they were a dirty cream that was cleaned from dust. I played the piano for him everynight. It was my thing to him. I started to write a song for him. He didn't know.
Sometimes he would be upset and ask me to play for him with what ever emotion he was feeling. He would then dance to the song. They were always an emotional dances. How elegent he would look as he dances. Every move so precise that you could get a good picture of him in every and any position.
After him dancing he would be sweat and demaned cuddles and kisses. I didn't mind. He bought out the inner softy all for him.
After six months I confessed. I told him I love him. Not the usual I really like you. I said I loved him so much it hurt.
He smiled that sweet smile eyes shining brighter then the stars that surrounded him. He loved the stars so that's why I did it then. You know what he said then?
"I love you too Min Yoongi. More than the stars"
It was heaven. I asked if he would move in but he basically already lived here for he would always stay the night. He said yes. For two years I woke up to him. His hair would glow in the morning sun as well in his skin. It was amazing. His smell would fill my world. He smelt of home.
When he would wake up to kiss me and I would complain about morning breath. He would then pout the cutest way then I kissed him again. Everyday we did this.
He would make breakfast for me and push me out of bed. I loved this. He would always light a candle before a shower, lemon flavour if I remember. It was his scent.
He and I both had one fight big fight that resaulted of me drinking one night and coming home to him crying. We made up quickly and had one since.
We both have serious depression and look after one another. We live for eachother. I was getting better and I thought he was too but I was wrong.
It was going to be three years soon but his birthday comes first. I finished the song for him and I was going to give it to him with a silver band in a red velvet box for his finger.
He cut to deeply one day. It wasn't meant to effect his life but it did. He screamed and I found him passed out in a pool of his blood. I called the ambulance. They came and took him. He wasn't stable. Drugs were in his system too. I waited and when I was finally allowed to see him he wasn't responding. I held his hand and put the lyrics in his other hand. I put the earphones in for him and played it. He heard it. Wake up I hoped.
I'm not one to sing but I did a little for him in the unnamed song. After it finished the heart monitor stopped. He died. I hope he heard it a least. I cried as I was taken out of the room.
The day of his burial I saw our friends, Hobi, Jin, Nam, Kookie and Tae. They cried. He was burried with a cassette tape containing the Last Song and a piece of paper with the lyrics. The band on his left forth finger.
I love him.
I went to see the stars without him at the cliff. I played the last song. When I jumped I shouted I love you Jiminie. thinking....
OUR last song
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im sorry yet not. this ones for you emma xxx
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The last song ~ Yoonmin
FanfictionYoonmin fanfic oneshot. Gonna be depressing af. Grab ye tissues kids.