Art Of Letting You Go ✓

iii.

My heart seeks for an answer.

I walked behind Jimin as he opened the door to our apartment. Jimin went inside his bedroom, looking exhausted.

I plopped on the sofa and turned on the television. A comedy show was on but my emotions are still neutral, I have no idea why.

It kept crossing my mind.

"I'm sorry, have we met before?"

Did he really.. forget me?

Wait, it can't be.

It's just.. when I was studying medicine back in London, I always thought of him eversince I left.

We were miles apart, but everyday, I wake up missing his presence.

How he always bothered me since we were fifteen-year-old mindless kids.

It's crazy, how I only realized when I was halfway to finishing my studies.

If I had realized it earlier, I probably wouldn't go and leave him.

Until now, I still remember the last phone call we had; how he said "I love you."

He had never said that to me, but he often shows it through his actions.

Among all of my friends, he's the one I could call... Home.

I closed my eyes, sleep taking over me.

| JIMIN's POV |

I ran my fingers through my hair as I sat up. My throat was dry.

I'm thirsty. I stood up, hearing the sound of the tv.

She's still up?

I opened the door and saw her sleeping, body curled in the sofa.

I quietly made my way to her room and took a comforter and a pillow.

I slowly adjusted her head to lay on the pillow, and then covered her with the thick comforter.

I stared at her. She's a masterpiece.

Too bad she's not mine.

I leaned down and kissed her forehead.

"If only you knew how much I love you," I whispered underneath my breath.

[A/N]
i see a luv △ coming

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