Goodnight

"The pink hues of the sunset had nothing compared to his lips.

The stars in the sky yearned to be the ones sparkling in his eyes when he looked at me.

The sound of his laughter didn't tinkle like bells, his laughter wasn't as smooth as a cello. His laughter was a scratch on a vinyl, but to me it was the most beautiful sound I've ever heard.

When my name rolled off of his tongue, it was music to my ears.

Whenever he smiled, my teeth hurt from how sweet it was.

I never thought I could fall in love with the way someone slept, but his loud snores were enough to convince me I was head over heels, and very sleep deprived.

He was so perfect, I had an illusion of what he was in my eyes. I was too distracted living with the 'perfect' Jimin that I didn't even notice that the real Jimin was hurting.

I didn't notice the pain in his eyes.

I noticed how skinny he was getting but thought it was from him dancing too much.

I didn't see the tears that fell from his eyes, I didn't hear the quiet sobs. I thought they were just bad days at work.

I didn't even notice when his smile never reached his eyes anymore.

I didn't know anything was wrong.

I didn't know anything was wrong until I saw on the news that someone had fell from a building, and died.

I didn't know anything was wrong until I came home to an empty home, the usual light atmosphere turned dark and heavy.

I didn't know anything was wrong until I found the tear stained piece of paper laying on the counter.

Later that day, I was called to the morgue to confirm if it was him. I couldn't even tell until I saw the three star tattoo's on his finger.

It didn't hit me fully until two days later, until I didn't hear his laughter filling the corners of the house.

For two weeks I did nothing but lay in bed cuddling his pillow pretending it was him.

For two weeks, I cried while eating. Realizing I'll never get to eat his 'world class' food again.

I cried, letting the reality of what happened crash over me in waves.

I cried, cursed him for leaving me, then took it back and told him I loved him.

I cried, waiting for him to call me 'The Ever-So-Lazy Min-Yoongi' just one more time."

Throughout the whole speech, I was tearing up. But at that last line I broke down. A long awaited, heart-wrenching sob escaped my throat.

After a few seconds, I continued on.

"In his letter, he told me not to cry for him. That is something Jimin would always say 'don't worry about me, I'm fine.' or 'you're more important than me right now.'

But those words held more meaning than the ocean held water.

And I was too oblivious to realize.

Jimin. The love of my life, a wonderful son, an amazing friend, and a beautiful soul who was kind to everyone even on the days when everything was too hard.

Goodnight my love."

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Please don't kill me

Literally all I write is angst

Alex is the one who writes tooth-rotting fluff.

Also I'm really shit at endings so.

-Kylie