letters to park jimin ▸ jikook

letter #3

Dear Jimin,

Do you remember when we moved out of our homes straight after high school to attend university together? Because I do. I remember it clear as day since it was the day your parents sort of disowned you.

Rewinding a little, you and I had applied for the same university but different courses. The smile on your face when we received our acceptance letters brought joy and a smile onto mine. I had thought that we were going to be alright, everything was going to be alright. That is, until you told your parents about it.

I didn't get it first. Why were they angry? We were accepted into one of the most prestigious universities in the whole nation and it was quite rare for two countryside boys to be accepted. We had to be geniuses, I thought, otherwise how were we able to even get accepted much less accepted on a scholarship program?

I found out later from your younger brother that your parents were not mad at your acceptance. They were mad at your course choice - dance. As far as I knew and saw, you were the most beautiful dancer I have ever seen. Graceful, smooth, perfect flow.. You were made for dancing. And for your parents to get mad at it, I can see why you wanted us to leave as soon as possible.

I never said a word. I never asked you about what happened. I just went along with the flow and packed my things as quickly as possible, ushering myself to get ahead of things since it was your wish to leave soon. When I picked you up with your things, you were in a state of hysterics. There was a bright red hand mark on your face and you were crying non-stop, at least not until we were halfway to Seoul.

We had stopped for rest at a motel and you walked in, dumped your carry bag on the floor and engulfed me into your arms. You were crying again and it hurt me to see you that way. I hugged you back and you just kept crying for some time before you stopped and you started to explain things.

You said your parents could care less where you would be, what you become or whatever you do. They had even froze your bank account, preventing you from taking whatever that was that they deemed belong to them. You were worried about how we were going to live, how our expenses would be since we would be in Seoul, etc.

I remember laughing at you and you smacked me on the arm saying that it was not funny, it was serious. I smiled before pulling you into my arms and said that we would find a way to get through tough times.

And we always did.
Hyung, I miss you.

Yours,
Jungkook