(was limpidity, just changed the name and cover)
it's more than harassment.
it's more than stress.
it's more than heart break.
everyone encounters something in their life that turns it around completely.
others for the good, majority for the bad.
...
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fifteen
the flustered boy entered his warm residence, smiling at the newly made memories. the earlier events mixing together, creating a magical movie only he could see, making it more intimate than it already was.
the smile gracing his face only expands, lightening the house, having more effect than any lamp in sight.
taking off his shoes and locking the door, he turns to finds his fathers presence.
"who are you and what have to done to my son?" he said seriously, but with obvious sarcasm. his father was surprised looking at the changed boy before him. the usual cold aura dancing around the boy was lifted, replaced with an intoxicating warmth, filling the house. the traditional frown that resided on his sons face was wiped away by a grin, blush forming at his cheeks. this was his son. not the one that occupied his body for too long.
"no, appa, im here, yeah, im here." jimin said, as if he was reassuring himself. "i- i just feel, i don't know, what do i feel? i just feel good." he said, walking towards the stairs.
"whatever or whoever did this, keep it. we all want happy jimin around more." his father said, going back to the kitchen.
with those words, jimin stopped in his place.
'am i happy?' he whispered to himself. is happiness the result of being with him? is yoongi his happiness? all these questions, conspiracy, and just pondering thoughts are what occupies the boys head.
"jimin-ah! your hair is fading, i was thinking we could bleach it or dye it? your choice. plus it would be fun to surprise your mother this evening." he said, interrupting jimin's train of thought.
"yes, appa!" he said, running down the stairs.
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[beep]
jimin awoke to the sounds of his alarm clock. ruffling his fresh hair, he remembered his mother, and younger brother's shocked expression.
getting out of bed, he walks over to his washroom, taking light steps steps, filled with-
nothing.
it wasn't happiness, but it wasn't sadness. he was fine. and he meant it this time.
locking the door and turning around, he was met face to face with the mirror. the same mirror where he faced his own demons and tears for 2 months. staring at his own reflection, it feels as if they were pushed back into a corner, the only thing occupying jimin's mind was jimin.
going down, he still noticed the fading and prominent purple hickeys on his neck. touching them one by one, memories of last night, and weeks ago filled his head. he tried to forget about the monster, but he still came. be he also remembers yoongi, being careful and caring. that making jimin smile. hoping yoongi would soon be his only memory of this.
