My Teacher | p.jm ✔️

44 - Red

Yours;
It had been two whole years somehow. Two long years since the last time I saw Jimin. It was painful to know that I could be with him freely now that I was a graduate but for some reason, the universe wasn't allowing it. Why?

After graduation, when the bubbly laughter of the day dissolved away late at night, I was left with the disappointment of an unfulfilled promise. I cried so hard that night. Why wasn't he there to congratulate me with his big smile? I wanted to see his eyes form into small crescents one more time.

That summer was the most emotionally draining summer i've ever had. It went by fast. I tried a handful of times to beg Taehyung to take me to Busan to see Jimin but he turned me down every time. It was exhausting. I tried to check his social media accounts but those too, were unreachable. Deactivated.

Jimin didn't want to be reached.

Why? I thought he loves me? Why isn't he coming back to get me?

Eventually, I had to accept that it wasn't going to happen. I figured his feelings for me must've burned off. Every laugh, smile, tear and sob during senior year had simply gone in vain. It hurt, I really hated it.

Jimin was still the one who crossed my mind when I listened to love songs and watched romantic movies. He was still the name I thought of when someone would ask if I've ever been in love. He was still the person I love the most.

I healed with time. My first year of university was hard. It took some time to get used to the increased workload but it kept me busy. I had less time to think of Jimin. Maybe it was a good thing.

My second year, I could say I was truly healed. He didn't cross my mind for weeks at a time. At first, I felt guilty but eventually the guilt eased into relief. I was able to start my 20s happily.

I was beginning my third year of uni. I felt good. It seemed like my life was finally coming together.

I became closer to Taehyung's friends, including Mr Kim who I'm able to call Namjoon now. It was really weird at first but his character at school is much different from his real personality. These men were really amazing.

And handsome.

It was a Friday when I had that unusual dream. It truly confused me. Why would I have a dream about someone I haven't seen in two years? And what the heck was up with those colours?

I sat at the small desk beside my window and hesitantly began typing away on my laptop.

Colour Symbolism

With an inhale, I began reading.

Yellow: Happiness, Excitement

Mom, Taehyung, Jowoon, Hoseok, Yoongi, Namjoon and Seokjin.

Green: Safety, Growth

Dad.

Purple: Luxury, Wisdom, Ambition

Mrs. Jeon.

Pink: Friendship, Love, Beauty

Hyerim and Nari.

Blue: Tranquility, Loyalty, Stability

Jungkook.

I inhaled sharply and scrolled further.

Red: Adventure, Passionate Love, Danger

Jimin.

I furrowed my eyebrows.

Why do these colours strangely make sense?

The symbolism behind these colours suited the people they were attached to in my strange dream. Since that day, all I could think of was Jimin. Jimin, Jimin, Jimin.