If you think this is something cheesy bcs of the title, whoops you are wrong.
MJ x You
Your POV:
Death. It scares me always.
It feels lifeless to loose people who are close to you. It just isn't right. Even when I hear about the death of people who I don't know, I cry. Why? Because it hurts.
It hurts to know that someone who once smiled can no longer breathe. It hurts to realize that the hands that were once warm are now blue and cold. It hurts to know that the heart that once loved can't feel now.
It just hurts to know that someone's existence was put to an end.
There's nothing more heart breaking than death. So, I fear about me dying. I don't want to die. I want to live, love, and laugh. Forever.
But you have to die.
All of this was going on in my head last night. I didn't know but I was crying real bad. My pillow had this big stain of tears when I woke up this morning.
The night was tough for me. I wasn't very sure if I'd make it to the other day. It's normal in my world. It happens every other day. I feel like I might just die any second and everything will come to an end. No, it's not a panic attack. It's not depression. It's absolutely nothing. And that makes it even more dangerous.
I remember hugging my blanket and crying until I fell asleep.
Hence, my day wasn't going very well.
Until I came to know that I am gonna see Myung Jun.
Kim Myung Jun
He is the son of my mother's friend who I have liked since my high school days. We've been friends for like eleven years now. I remember meeting him on my 13th birthday when he came back from Italy. Honestly, he is the only person whose smile keeps me going through all the gloomy thoughts.
He is beautiful.
The real happy virus. We are opposites. I am always the sad one, thinking about life, death, responsibilities, opportunities, heartbreak, graves and everything that can possibly make me distressed.
On the other hand, he is always so chirpy. He enjoys the minutest of things. Like, winning rock, paper, scissor, and finding a red crayon that he was looking for since a long time. He is always happy.
At times when he feels low, he comes to me and asks me how I deal with my sadness. I try to cheer him up the best I can but he ends up cracking a joke himself so we both end up laughing.
In short, he is himself the cure for his pain and my pain. He is the only person who can make me laugh like an idiot. So it's not surprising that I enjoy his company and like him.
I am not planning to let him know about my feelings ever. Because obviously, what if he doesn't feel the same way? Even let's say he does, I don't want him to ruin his happy life by having a depressed me in it.
"Hi idiot!" He ran to me waving his hands. I smiled, mumbling a little hi.
We were in a café. He had called me up earlier asking if we could have coffee together. I wanted an escape from this day and nothing could be better except seeing this angelic smile.
"You ordered?" He asked, putting his car keys on the table.
"Yep. Iced Americano." I said, playing with his keychain. "Were you bored?"
"Ah yes a little bit. Couldn't write a song that I've been trying to since two days now. So I thought maybe seeing you would make it better." He flashed a toothy smile in the end that soon disappeared as he called out, "Y/N-ah"
