Trigger warning: Suicide, depression
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Light.
Jimin furrowed his brows in discomfort, and blinked his eyes open slowly. Everything was basked in a golden blanket of the morning sun, the pale blue bedsheets, the white bedside table, the potted plant just across the room, all tinted in a slight gold. It was beautifully peaceful.
The alarm clock rang as if on demand, and Jimin turned to switch it off. Still rubbing his eyes blearily, he pushed the blanket off him and got out of bed. The marble tiled floor felt cold underneath his feet, and he shivered unknowingly. The air was still, he could even see the dust hanging still in the natural light peeping out from the curtains.
On the dining table sat a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon, and a cup of coffee still steaming. Jimin smiled slightly, picking up the memo left of the table. It reads "Breakfast for the love of my life, have a good day! <3 PS, wait for me at home, there'll be a surprise for you!"
Jimin washed himself up with a stupid grin on his face, wondering what had he done last life to deserve an angel as the love of his life.
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Darkness.
Jungkook ventured through the supposedly forbidden place for him. The poorly ventilated room was dim, with thin smoke veiling the small lights on the ceiling. There were a lot of colours, red, green, blue, violet. But in his eyes, everything was black and white.
It was so dim that he couldn't differentiate the faces all around him. Yes, it was crowded even only at late afternoon, and everyone was talking at once. Among the cacophony of voices, he should feel happy, and loved, and contented. Why was he feeling so lonely, then?
His phone dinged with a slight vibration in his pocket. He pulled it out, but didn't bother to check the message. He knew it was him, waiting for him to come back home. His heart clenched with the thought, and he downed the drink in front him with a gulp.
He then squeezed himself through the crowd, probably pushing over more than a few party goers, got a few sneers, and even a few hard shoves. He didn't say anything, he didn't even spare them a glance.
With slightly unsteady steps, he left the pub, his mind in a whirlwind.
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Contentedness.
Jimin finished his meal in a few bites, after scrolling on his phone for a little bit too long and almost missing work. Grabbing his backpack, he sent a quick message to his love. "I'm going out now, thanks for the breakfast! Have a good day! XOXO"
He didn't even wait for a reply because he was really running late, plus he would probably get scolded if he miss another day of work again. But before he left the house, he spent a moment to glance around the house. Clean walls, neatly framed pictures, the bonsai on the windowsill freshly watered, droplets glistening in the sun.
Stepping out of the door, he was hit by a warm breeze that signaled springtime. Jimin felt his body tingly all over with satisfaction and happiness as he touched the "Home Sweet Home" sign hung on the door. The air was clear and fresh, and Jimin took a long deep breath.
He couldn't ask for more.
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Emptiness.
His boss was scolding him, again. Today wasn't really on his side, Jungkook realised with a pang in his heart. He'd messed up even the simplest of things, even scrapping off a digit on the accounting book before getting discovered.
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