SUGAR PLUM

02. BIRTHED OF STARS

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THE WORLD prided itself in the wonder of park jimin.

flushed cheeks, lips in a strawberry punch pout, and blonde messy locks that fell over his eyes at times—cuing his signature hand-through-hair motion.

yeah, with looks like that, it's no surprise that even the stars glittered for him.

the boy had wandered the whole night, getting on random buses and trains just to see where the world would lead him.

he tried to save as much money as possible—not knowing how much an apartment would cost. unaware of prices he would pay in this new city.

riding the bus to a place known as daegu—if he heard the driver correctly,—he felt himself watching the trees speed past in blurry hues, he started to recall facts about stars; having dreamed of being an astronaut when he was younger, he took it upon himself to learn everything and anything about the galaxies surrounding him.

he was afraid of being in space, however.

the thought of being so disconnected from earth; being so far away from where everything started and to be surrounded by balls of gas that defied earthly knowledge; where blue represented the highest temperature and red was the lowest heat; because stars didn't twinkle, it was only our turbulent atmosphere and it was only jimin's turbulent mind that conjured up the horrible idea of telling his father he was gay.

when he was younger, he knew it would be impossible for him to be an astronaut if he was terrified of the idea of space; but he figured he could always admire from afar.

he was sick of admiring from afar; that's all he seemed to do. hope for one day he can see fly to the moon, sleep among the stars, make love on mars, and see spring on jupiter. he was sick of always having to wait for his one day to come—wait for freedom was if it'd come knocking on his doorstep.

maybe that's why he still didn't regret it.

he knew it'd be hard—but at least he was free. although he was on his own, he didn't feel quite as lonely anymore.

he was birthed of stars, flaming and bright and never to be touched; distant but still ever shining.

it's a shame the brightest stars are the shortest lived.

eyes closing as he rested his forehead against the cold window, the blonde boy that was everything break in a world of make believe let himself fall asleep dreaming of nebula's and freedoms he would finally get to see.

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SHORT UPDATE AND SORRY ITS A FILLER CHAPTER BUT I DWEAR THE ACTION WILL BE COMING SOON ;)

-becs🌻