my mom always told me to smile, because I looked better that way.
I knew she meant well, but from the start I could tell that something was wrong. is, wrong.
my only reaction was that a smile is just a frown upside down.
"oh, jimin, there's a magnetic force between us. how unfortunate, damage belongs with damaged,"
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yoongi never left my side.
we wrote music together, listening to his rap tracks all huddled up in his studio for hours we never bothered to count.
to be honest, I was too distracted by just how much I cherished him.
he meant the world to me, and that's only a fraction of how I felt for min yoongi.
I'd grown terrified of the outside; socializing was like kryptonite for me as the awful thoughts seeped back into my mind whenever I started to feel the slightest bit calm.
min yoongi was patient, min yoongi was different, min yoongi was mine.
he helped me, and I was just a lost cause that was thrown before him in the train tracks of life.
I felt bad for ensuing so much chaos.
he wouldn't have been so screwed up if I hadn't came along, right?
I was still selfish, and I wanted us to be together more than I wanted to live in this world.
I needed him to know.
"min yoongi, w-would you marry me? if you could?"
he only chucked, eyeing my tongue as, by instinct, it nervously flashed across my bottom lip.
"w-well?"
"without a doubt, park jimin."
🍒
"what's your ring size?"
"whoa, slow down, tiger. things didn't work at first because we went too fast, we need to be more careful now."
"I know.. I just want you to feel how much I love you.."
"I'm not good at saying it out loud, babe, but I guarantee you that I feel the same amount you do."
