Recalling Memories // pjm

Chp. 20 | Drawn Memories

(y/n's pov)
I rolled over my bed feeling extremely bored. Laying down on the bed for over a decade is not anything fun.

I stared everywhere in room and started making conversations by myself. As my eyes fell on the clock, it read 4:10, "Oh they should be done with school now, I wonder what they did today," I trailed off, speaking to myself. 

Oh winter, why did you give me a cold again?

It was again that time of the year when the cold notices and catches me.

Just great.

With my nose sniffing along with my throat hurting as if spikes were built down there, I got up from my bad and went downstairs to hydrate myself once again, following my mom's orders strictly.

A few hours ago, my mom made me promise to do as what she told to me and I had to agree, not that I would oppose to it anyways.

1) Drink water more often
2) Reply to every texts she sends
3) Take a hot bath
4) Eat the medicine, if you can't remember then set an alarm
5) Don't step out of the house

Mom was always like this, she is a doting mother who never fails to make her child happy. All though she gave such orders, I felt the care and love pass through and it was enough to make me better.

Smiling, I went back to my room and started sulking once again. I went over to my desk to hopefully find something to do. Soon enough, my eyes spotted a familiar black sketchbook lined with golden on the front cover.

This was a special sketchbook to me, and will always be. I swiftly brought my hands to it and ran my hands over it in memories. I opened up to the first page and already felt my heart ache.

The first page was filled with hearts complimenting Jimin's love for me. He once drew a bunch of hearts around a tiny girl on a swing and named her after me. He then told me to always keep drawing in this so that we could look into it together one day.. but it never happened.

I went over to the other pages and saw some other drawings I did.

I was no artist but I knew how to draw decently, so once I tried sketching Jimin while he was sleeping and left the drawing by his side for him to wake up and see. After some time, I came back to see Jimin drawing me on the next page which made my heart melt.

I stared at our portraits and gave a half smile, replaying the good times in my mind.

I looked into it for a bit more when I felt like I should draw again.

I haven't used this book ever since Jimin got into a coma as I didn't have the energy to.

I picked up my collection of pencils of six and picked the ones I wanted to use today.

I softly landed my hands with a pencil and drew whatever my heart and mind told me to.

I first drew a beautiful flower with perfectly detailed petals with other petals falling around it. Drawing a flower was simple and looked as if it had no meaning but drawing Jimin's favourite flower which he had given to me on the day he confessed his love for me was something very meaningful to me.

I didn't even know why I drew this particular flower. But it made me cry so much right there in the spot due to all the pieces falling from my heart. I would normally try to block out any painful memories and keep them hidden because I hate crying; especially in front of people.

Hiding in all the hurt and just stopping myself wasn't something good but it made me seem stronger so I continued the act.

As I was covering my eyes with my palms and my fingers tangled in my hair, I heard the front door open slightly that made me get up really quick, to the bathroom.

I washed my face in hurry as I felt someone coming upstairs, or some people when I heard a few knocks. I rushed out to see Lisa ready to hug with an adorable frown.

I hugged her right away, "Are you feeling better? Or should we let you rest? We thought you were bored so-" Lisa started her daily blabbering which I had to interrupt, "Stay. I'm really bored," I gave a frown.

She gave me a smile and went towards my bed further into my room to meet the others. They all started asking all types of questions like if I was taking my medicine, if I was asleep, if I wanted to go out, and unfortunately I had to answer all of the unanswered questions.

Just when I was about to answer, Jimin interrupted me while standing near my chair and table, the table where the sketchbook was placed. "Wow y/n, you can draw really well, the flower looks so realistic," he complimented my drawing.

He picked it up and almost turned to the other pages when I tore my book and his hands apart as I couldn't let him see what there were. "Sorry but there are some of my secret drawings," I laughed it off so they don't get how nervous I was.

"Well they seem really precious to you," Jimin said once again, giving me his eye smile.

Only if he knew that this book was bought by him.

That this book was made for both of our memories together.

That this book was precious to both of us.

If he knew that..

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A/N: Ok so this is the 20th chapter of my first fanfiction [Recalling memories~Jimin ff] Please ignore the typos and the grammatical mistakes (I'm not really good in English plus it's not my first language) Hope you liked it:).

Woohoo it's been two weeks:') I couldn't keep up my early updating.

But really though, I had a lot of projects and homework all at the same time, stressing me out so I'm sorry if this comes out messy:'((

Lastly should I add more scenes like this? Like y/n showing the things they did before or the things that could have happened? Y'all understand me right? Like do you want any deep meaning parts in my story, if you do, tell me please THANKS ILY