jae eun was seventeen, going on eighteen, which meant it was only a couple months more till she could be legally recognised as an adult and live on her own or with jimin.
her father had been sentenced to a mere 7 months in prison, only because the authorities had found out he had paranoia schizophrenia; a condition in which he hallucinated things which all seemed real to him- but they were hardly ever reality.
jae eun was torn, of course. her mother that had almost single handedly brought up two children- herself and mi eun, was gone. alas, it seemed like the only piece of her mother she could hold onto- was her sister.
jimin and jae eun's plans to live together were foiled when they realised mi eun could not stay with them, as she hadn't turned eighteen yet and thus needed a legal guardian.
jimin had no choice but to call child social services. he knew it was the right thing to do, and he only wanted the best for both jae eun and her little sister.
little did he know- jae eun had a choice.
she could stay with jimin, and see her younger sister less, or live with mi eun and never see jimin again, since mi eun's foster family were moving to america while her foster father had a work attachment there.
jae eun's ultimate choice was to stay with mi eun, follow her to america, and hopefully, hopefully- fly back to korea to see park jimin.
it wasnt long before they broke; seven months into their long distance relationship, it felt like they had fallen again- but this time, out of love.
it started slowly at first, just like how they fell in love. but yet it didnt feel slow; in fact, it felt sudden- it was like one day they woke up and felt like something changed.
but nothing did. it couldn't have.
they both told themselves- everyone needed to spend some time apart.
and yet, that time spent away from each other tore them apart.
and yet, it was the indifference- they begun to care less and less each day, forgetting to send goodnight texts, forgetting to end the video calls with "i love you"s and "i miss you"s because they felt like there wasn't a need to.
they didnt need each other anymore.
and their break hurt neither of them- it was mutual, and it was natural.
needless to say- they felt horrible, not getting butterflies when one said something cheesy, not feeling their cheeks heat up, and not having their hearts- their hearts beat for the other.
but then again- roads end.
and this was the end of theirs.
