he paints with lies ❆ kookmin

jk ۵

❁ཻུ۪۪⸙͎.'◦• ⊱›──────

I know you probably won't answer when I call you in the middle of the day.

Mum's worried, but I can't help it. I can barely get out of bed. The only thing that has me working is the fact that I promised you, and the fact that I need a distraction.

You told me to wait four days, and then I'd be holding you in my arms again. I'd be able to touch you, feel your warmth.

Four days, and I'd be able to smell your scent.

Four days, and I'd get to hear your voice. Not over the phone, but from you.

Jimin, I've counted.

I counted the hours until it would become night, and I could sleep nine or ten hours away from the wait.

I want to tell you how much I really miss you, but I can't. I can't have you worry more. So instead, when we talk on the phone, I just tell you how much I love you.

At least I hope I am.

Do you really know the expanse of my love for you, Park Jimin?

──────‹⊰ •◦❁ཻུ۪۪⸙͎.'