[HopeMin] // to you, my darling.

the definition of home

If I were to be asked, the definition of home.

Home was where I returned to, after a tiring day

There waited me, the love of my life.

Jimin, he had always been the one got home first.

"Don't burn the kitchen again, please Seok."

I would then chuckle, embraced him caressingly.

Sometimes he made us a three-course meal, European style

Divinely scrumptious, satisfied this starving stomach.

Or sometimes just two bowls of noodles, quick and convenient

The smoke blurred Jimin's glasses, in a chilling day.

And never would he know, how I cherished those trivial details.

Home was where I love the most, for Jimin was there.

Our cuddling on the couch, lazily enjoying sitcoms on TV

That moment I realized, winter had become much cozier.

The fresh scent of Jimin's hair, his tender hands holding mine tightly.

Some vague questions popped up, out of my lover's curiosity

"Hey Seok, for what reason did you fall in love with me?"

Oh my silly Jimin, what more could I say,

"For we were meant to be, for our love was destined."

And I keep falling again, for your bashful expression.

"Geez Hoseok Jung, can you stop saying such cheesy lines?"

Only for you my darling, could my heart speak how it truly felt.

Home was where I could honestly be, Hoseok Jung.

Reality had always been like that, mercilessly cruel

Various masks being put on this face, who was Hoseok Jung?

Crumbled into thousand of pieces, on the cold hard ground.

Low self-esteem mechanism, packed schedule all day till night,

Just a little bit more, I would have let it all go.

But who would have thought, a miracle happened in this life

The one willing to mend the sharp shreds, despite his hands bleeding

My Jimin Park, who courageously guided me out of eternal darkness.

Everybody used to ask me,

"What did home mean to you?"

Now I proudly shout at the blue sky,

Jimin Park is the perfect home for Hoseok Jung.

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Fin.