ephemeral ; a yoonmin short story

pink ; epilogue

jimin awoke with a start. he was sweating and is heart was beating wildly.

he was very shaken up by the dream of the past night. he couldn't go to work today.

he stayed home and sat on his bed. doing nothing. so many things played in his head. it was a nightmare that never ended.

but then he heard a knock at the door.

jimin wiped away tears and tried to act tired rather than empty as he opened the door.

it was yoongi, looking very worried. he instantly put his arms around jimin, which was enough to have him forget about the emptiness, even if just for a second.

and yoongi came in and they talked. yoongi apologised and explained he was just scared. scared of love.

but he felt the same way.

he stayed, taking care of jimin even though he wasn't entirely sure what happened.

the most important thing, was that he cared.

it left jimin with a new feeling.

a feeling of being cared for. of someone caring about him.

and that replaced the emptiness he believed was beyond repair.

but maybe it was never truly there.

and that night yoongi stayed with him.

and that night, jimin dreamed in pink.

it was bliss. true bliss.

a field full of real pink roses as the sunset gave the sky a pinkish tint.

yoongi was at the other side side of the field, and like a movie, they ran to meet each other in the middle.

they wrapped their arms each other and smiled.

and jimin realised.

maybe most things are ephemeral.

but the way he felt for yoongi, that would last way past death.

the way he felt for yoongi, that was everlasting.