i always feel like i am floating somewhere,
to an unknown place,
full of unknown faces.
the more i looked into it,
the more unfimiliar they became.
what is the purpose of life?
to live, to experience hardships, to experience love
and gain happiness with a balance of sadness in it.
i don't see how any of these things are,
important to me.
living in a world so dull and tasteless.
in a life where i live in,
there's no meaningful event to think of.
maybe, it is just me.
who knows?
- p.jm 04:05
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"what are you writing there?" a voice spoke, that is, yes i know who it is. none other than min yoongi. i immedeatly closed my journal and hide it behind me. "i-it's nothing."i stuttered, looking away. yoongi titled his head to the side, confused.
my mother has always been against it, knowing that i wanted to write and be a novelist. the thought of it disgust her. she wanted to see me as a lecturer, a doctor or any other occupation that every parents looked foward of their child fulfilling.
i thought, you were suppose to chase your dreams but then again, i can't bare to see my mother cry. she is my world. the only thing i have left.
i am willing to cast aside my dreams and study hard just to see her happy.
thinking back.. she was never fond of me being a writer nor a novelist in the first place.
"mom!"
"if you waste anymore of your time on stuff like this! and your grades drop! is that how you are going to repay me!"
"mom- i- it was-"
"i had enough of your excuses! i will definitely not approve of this! something like becoming a novelist!"
"... she'd throw everything away.." i said, quitely. i was shaking so much and i couldn't help but let tears rolled down my eyes. writing has been a way of mine to avoid any physical and mental contact from the world outside.
i was being, me, for once and i was genuinely, happy.
i hoped yoongi would have left by now but to my surprise he enfluated me in a tight hug and patted my head softly. i let out a sniffle and hesitantly hugged him back.
"it's okay. i will always be here you know"
he feels so warm.
i never want it to end.
YOU ARE READING
SILENT COLORS ㅡ Y.M {DISCONTINUED}
Fanfiction"Meeting a person always separated." ㅡ in which, yoongi and jimin who both majored in arts fell in love with how the both of them expresses their passion and love. one through painting, the other through writing but there's a twist to all of this...
