He felt his whole world collapse. He never intended to tell. The person he trusted with his life lied to him. The person who saved him. Made him feel special. Made him feel loved. Made him feel love. It was all a lie.
He never thought Seokjin could get the part. After telling him non-stop he believed in him. He was just playing with his heartstrings.
Namjoon was playing with the thin strings of Seokjin's heart. And Seokjin let him play any melody he wished unaware of the sounding love song of spring was the heartbreak of winter.
Perspective. A song's meaning is all perspective.
To Namjoon, he helped Seokjin. He told him he'll do what he wanted if he got the role. But it was an empty promise.
No
He never promised anything.
An empty statement made by that of a false tongue. Of a cold heart born in the first months of fall. Maybe that's why it was so easy to fall.
To Seokjin, the one who held his heart told him he'd share the feelings he longed for. His comfortable embrace and sweet, soft smell taking over his mind but letting his heart lead.
The same heart that was played.
He was lied to.
Or was he?
Namjoon said he felt something. Something neither knew. The fog of uncertainty and stigma made it impossible to see a foot ahead from the moment. The same fog crowding Seokjin's mind.
He felt his heart beat pick up. His breathing become rapid. His balance slowly disappear. His legs fall from underneath him.
His vision ebbed at the edges. His body shaking.
He never loved you
He never loved you
He never loved you
He won't ever love you
Every moment was covered by a filter of Seokjin's love for the younger. His mind creating the perfect heaven. His heart saying he was in the arms of heaven's angels not hell's devil's.
He should have seen with his eyes instead of his heart.
Thought with his mind instead of his wants.
He'll never love you
He'll never love you
He'll never love you
You're not worth his love
Namjoon's cold heart from fall's early begining with still be tender from the remaining summer sun. But Seokjin's heart from the center of winter will have no tenderness. The sun too far behind and too far ahead. Just black ice of the man who failed to see what was happening in front of him.
Like the month that birthed him, he will be cold and unforgiving. Biting with the stinging frost at anyone who tried to warm him. Creating storms so strong people huddle in their homes in fear of what could lay outside.
He'll be the snow. Cold and beautiful. The only difference, he won't let anyone warm him.
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DUN DUN DUN
ITS GETTING SPICY
What do y'all think is Namjoon's feelings? How do you guys think the rest will react to Jin's change?
I love you
I purple you
You nice, keep going
--moarmytrash
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Fanfiction"You can hear muse in music." "What's the 'ic' for, then?" "The part that makes you sick."
