❝ why do you love rain so much? all it is, is water pouring from grey skies. like the sky is crying, like its sad. . . ❞
In which Jimin meets a spunky and sarcastic girl in a cat cafe, named Su Grey, with a strange love for the rain. Who has a secre...
"flashbacks are just another way to remember your mistakes and failures, and god forsaken memories."
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- The Last Time Four Years Ago
Because of Hoseok's absence, I hated to say that we all drifted apart. After I heard about my mothers marriage to Yoongi's father, I resided to Earth.
Nothing was there for me anymore in the Realms.
The last time I saw Yoongi was about three weeks ago, and I haven't seen the others in a about two months.
The only one's I was still in contact with were Jungkook and Namjoon. But because of his schedule, I haven't really heard from Jungkook.
Namjoon is mostly on Earth, with his twin sister, Miniu. Me and Miniu have become really good friends the past few weeks, and I'm always going over to their shared house.
Without the sunshine and happiness of our group, everything felt dull.
Yoongi had finally figured out. Hoseok was self harming. It made my chest burn and my eyes sting, hearing this.
On the last days he was seen, he had been with Yoongi. So of course he would know. Who did something to Hoseok?
Why didn't he tell anyone? It hurt me, so much, that he didn't bother to tell any one of us. But I bet he was scared. He was afriad.
It wasn't until a snowㅡfilled December day when months passed by, Christmas was near, and I would be seeing the boys again after almost a year.
I was at the mall, nearby the intrument store where the pieces of music fiddled from a soft touch, leaving melancholic yet mirthful sounds in the air.
I turned to the sound of piano, immediately thinking of Yoongi. But instead oc seeing my brother's dyed, blonde locks, I saw familiar and faded red roots.
I let a gasp stop in my throat, as the redhead's nimble finger's fumbled from frustration, letting out a sigh and turning around to me slowly.
"Hoseok, whaㅡ You're. . . You're here. Right in front of me!"
All he did was smile, and I bit my lower lip, pinching myself to make sure this was no dream and I hadn't fallen asleep.
He patted the seat next to him, gesturing me to sit down.
I was confused.
This is the first time I've seen him in over a year, and he just asked me to sit at a piano with him?
But I say down anyway.
He turned to me, his smile faded, but his happiness still remained. He spoke in his soft voice, that had comforted me many times in the past,
"What do you want me to play?"
"I don't know. . . Play anything, Hobi. Who taught you?"
He gently took my hands in his, setting them down on a couple of keys, before he layed a hand on top of mine, guiding me along.
The nonsense of the keys created a sweet melody, blacks and whites saunting with a push to its lengths, and shrieking out its piece of verbal music.
"Yoongi taught me a few notes. . ."
I nodded, before saying, "Are you sure you can play on this?"
"Well, the sign says 'Do Not Play Piano' so,"
I couldn't help but giggle a little, as he smiled again, eyes fixed upon the keys. I looked down at our hands, catching sad glimpse of the fading, red scars a were left from his pain. My smile left my face.
He stopped his hands, staying silent and laying them in his lap. My eyes stung with unshed tears, and I wanted so badly to hug him and never let go.
He was one of those friends you could never live without. That friend that when you even hate them, you know you can't leave them. That friend, that you could think was smarter or more loved than you, but you had to remind them that they were just that. That friend, that you loved so dearly that it hurt, when they pained it.
His finger tips found their way to my cheek, caressing it gently as he smiled a ghost of a smile.
I was pulled into his warm embrace, it's warmth almost escalating the warmth from the sun's similar ray's, and I fell into it.
"I miss you. . . WㅡWe all do. So much."
Hoseok sighed shakily, placing a gentle kiss on my head, before I pulled away. He reached up, to hide a strand of hair behind my ear, giving me another smile.
"We'll see each other. . . Soon, Grey."
I nodded, sniffling, my nose pink from the sharpened cold.
"And always remember,"
He lifted my chin to face him, seeing a tear cascade down his puffy cheeks, before he spoke one last time,
"There is always hope."
But you'remy hope.
***** Fours Years Later Present Day
And that was the last time I saw Hoseok, with all of my memories of him gone. Well, until a few minutes ago.
BUZZZZZZ!
My ring tone played, as the others stared at me. "Sorry," I took my phone from my pocket, pressing the green button and putting it to my ear.
"Hello?"
"Grey? U-Um, it's Jimin."
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Hmm. . . If there are any mistakes, sorry it's 12:37 over here. I need sleep.
