December 25
It's Christmas today.
My last Christmas.
All my life,
I was told that I wasn't good enough.
That I was stupid,
Pathetic,
Idiotic,
And absolutely useless.
They were right.
I was always told,
That I needed to be more like my older brother.
That I needed to bring back perfect scores on my latest tests, like him.
That I needed to play basketball, like him.
That I needed to be good at practically everything, like him.
That I shouldn't do the one thing I'm actually good at.
The one thing I loved.
That I shouldn't pursue dance.
That it was a waste of my time.
If dance is a waste of my time,
And everything else I do a waste of my life,
Then I don't want to live.
I was born in my brother's shadow,
And today, I will die in it.
Jung Hoseok.
My heart breaks. It breaks for Hoseok.
Sure, they told me I was a monster when I was in jail,
But I was never cast in someone else's shadow.
In all my sixteen years of existence,
I was never stopped from doing the thing I loved to do.
On the contrary,
The person sitting next to me right now,
Has always only told me that I was beautiful, that my existence was worth it, that there was a great purpose for me in my life. That I shouldn't give up because it would be such a waste to lose someone so special.
He also told me to keep doing the one thing I had a passion for, drawing.
He kept flipping through my old paintings trying to convince me that I was an amazing artist. He told me to keep drawing.
My heart clenches.
Hoseok didn't have the chance to do the thing he had a passion for, whereas I don't do it even if I can.
That day,
For the first time in years,
I draw.
I draw Jeon Jungkook.
As I watched small tears escape his eyes when he looked at my drawing and as I leaned forward to wipe those tears away,
I knew.
I like him.
I like Jeon Jungkook.
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