❝ 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...
"i should write myself a reality check, because i think you're too beautiful to be real."
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Hoseok's Letter 1 Week Ago
because of everything, i began to believe that things would be better soon.
they all asked me why i looked so upset.
but i couldn't answer, because they wouldn't understand. they never did.
yet she kept a forgotten smile on my grim and melancholy face, and helped me live through my pains and failure.
they all did, but i was dismissive.
i didn't see right away that they were trying to help me.
my heart hurt.
but, it was beautiful. the pain was pure beauty.
it was, perhaps, because i didn't even know why i always felt fire, as though burning my insides.
she was the most beautiful from the pains, amongst the others.
i loved her.
the peck was nothing.
it hurt to do it.
our platonic relation, i would say, was ruined, all because of me.
i hurt myself.
i scarred myself.
why? because it was my mistake. and everyone must fix their mistakes.
she was much more of a family than a romantic stance. she was one of the smallest, and precious, and vulnerable.
so vulnerable.
they saw her as noona, a soft pet name.
but, i saw her as grey.
i saw her as the saddened girl.
i saw her as the bright girl.
i saw her as the one they looked up to. the one that cried herself to sleep, and admired comfort.
maybe because i understood.
i want to move on.
i love her, still. all of them.
she was the biggest part on my cruel and now paled existence, and i don't know how to repay her for that.
i don't think i'll be able to love the same, once more.
it is, with my weighed heart, that i write this to my idiotic self.
'i'm so sorry.'
no. thats what i should be.
"Hyung?"
Jimin sat up in bed, hearing Hoseok's soft tears as the older struggled for a breath, using his trembling hand to wipe them away.
Jimin sprang from his blankets, going to where Hoseok sat at his desk. "Hobi? I thought you went to sleep. . ."
Hoseok just shook his head, opening his mouth to speak. "Jiminie, go back to sleep. I'm fine, really,"
Jimin was silent.
The red haired boy in front of him was doing his best to hide the letter under his arms, wincing as his still healing arms brushed the end of the desk.
Jimin knew, about the cuts.
How Hoseok's arms were covered with them, all yet healing, then he goes and creates new ones.
It pains him.
He hasn't seen any new ones on the older body, which made him feel a bit less cautious.
He had known Hobi for almost three years now, they were close enough to not keep any secrets from each other.
And whenever Hoseok admitting he was hurting himself, he always fell into Jimin's arms, sobbing, seeking for any sign of forgiveness.
But yet, he still is so happy.
And Jimin can't help but see how much the older's, and the girl he admires, have the same trait.
They've been through so much, but manage to keep a smile on their beautiful faces.
Sometimes he wonders if Grey and Hoseok were different people, that knew each other in their past lives or something. Talking about their pains and smiling afterwards.
He had spoken to Hoseok about Grey, and when her name is mentioned, his eyes always light up, but a spark of sadness begins them.
Jimin always wondered why,
And Hoseok couldn't bare to ever tell the younger boy the whole truth.
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i'm sorry, but the tears came halfway through the letter.
