what is happening ?
jimin doesn't know
and maybe he doesn't want to know either.
just.
just maybe.
because,
because he knows that it will hurt him.
that it will hurt him more than anyone.
it hurts to be hurt.
but it hurts even more when the person you love the most is hurt,
because you feel as if you failed them,
and that's how jimin felt right now:
as if he failed min yoongi
he stared at the little guy laying in front of him, paler than ever, not showing any sign of life.
e m p t y.
b r o k e n.
d e a d.
.
.
when was he going to wake up? when will he wake up and realise that it was only a twisted nightmare? right now, he just wanted to be hugged by someone, feeling the warm of their arms around him, while they soothingly brush his hair and whisper sweet nothings into his ears, telling him that it's fine, that everything will be okay, and that eventually, the older will wake up and be stronger and better than he previously w
the white boy looked even paler if possible. his lips were so cold, and his closed eyes just made it all more real.
like...
he...
he was really there...
and he...
he is unconscious...
and maybe...
just...
just maybe...
he will never wake up...
he will...
he will leave him...
just like everybody else...
and jimin will be all alone again.
perhaps being alone was his fate, and mayhap he was meant to be a forlorn figure. a waste of space and breathe. dust that people could walk on without caring about.
haply, was he always right?
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argh! finally done with this chapter! idk why, but it was so onerous for me to write this chapter since this week was pretty busy for me and as i mentally don't feel that good. i thought about taking a break but writing is definitely my special method to relax haha.
idk if the next chapters will be ready soon, but i will try to conclude them before my trip to fes next week! love u pandas!
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Fanfiction'your name describes you so well. cold. shivering to your bones. yet who could imagine that, under this thick personality of yours, you were only aiming to bury this broken, dull side of you?'
