The heart never forgets. It's just that... sometimes there has to be sad endings for the spark of better beginnings.
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~Sequel to Let Us Be Us~
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START DATE: 28.02.109
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- Chul-soo-yah! -I scoff, shifting side to side on the sofa in my little living room. -You always ditch me like this! It's the weekend, what the hell are you even busy doing?
I get no relevant excuse. It's just the usual Chul-soo, disappearing wherever he is like he does in all previous weekends. At first I really fell for his excuses but after some time I started suspecting that he had a prolonged program for the weekends.
It's annoying though. He never tells me even when I push him. He says he'll come visit me on Sunday night, which he mostly does or we plan an outing for the night. Earlier than that I get nothing.
I lazily push myself off of the sofa and drag myself to the kitchen. The coffee I had prepared five minutes ago is still steaming. I grab the cup with my two hands and slowly make my way to the garden. It's a weekend habit of mine to have coffee in the garden, it makes me feel calm and at peace.
The weather outside is rainy. It's not too cold though, just fresh and a bit humid. But I like that too. I sit on the sofa swing, remove my shoes and get comfortable in a cross-legged position.
The first sip silently goes by, accompanied by the ping of the drops from the edge of my roof to the puddles on the ground. By the second sip my eyes are wondering on the door of the neighbor, aka my once upon a time bandmate and crush Jungkook. Pft. Once upon a time. I'm not that good of a liar.
The third sip brings back memories of last night. They're dangerous moments to remember, to even think about, because they cause physical reactions in my body in ways that I really really dislike. But wasn't it really nice, just being here with him? Didn't it feel like time flew when we conversed, when he stood with me through the darkness? Just like in the old times...
These days it gets really hard to not think about Bangtan times. I find myself preconsciously contemplating on my old life, my old friends and bandmates... I remember Seoul, how much it means to me with all the good memories in it... It's a surprise that I don't even remember the bad things about it. Every bad happening seems like it was worth it, but then none of that matters because my life came down crashing and here I ended. In exile.
At least... At least he's here again...
Gulp.
That was such a wrong thought. Stop, Jimin.
Fourth sip is forced.
Fifth sip is interrupted, because his door clicks.
Fuck, I'm not ready to face him right now.
Jungkook slowly walks out the house, at first not noticing me. He is looking- wow. He is looking like the only person I could watch all my life without getting tired...
Okay Jimin wtf stop thinking!
He is wearing a Chesterfield grey coat, black jeans and a turtleneck black jumper. He is putting his white sneakers on as the bag he tries to balance on his back fails to stand still and crushes to the ground. Since I'm so invested in watching him, the moment his bag drops I jump out of my seat to go help, but I stupidly forget the very crucial detail that I had coffee in my hands.
