Park Jimin has never found himself beautiful. Seeing himself as ugly wasn't merely an opinion-it was a fact. Because of this, he remained isolated in the hat shop he worked in until he found himself cursed by a wicked mage. Now ugly and appearing to...
I check my phone for the umpteenth time today. Minji is late for our date. He has stuff to do with his parents, so I'm not too upset that he isn't here yet. It wouldn't be fair of me to keep him away from his family when he actually has one that cares about him.
The image of his cute kissy face on my lock screen makes me grin despite my sour mood. He's so pretty. It's unreal that he's mine. Minji's smiles always take over his entire face. His small hands ball up into fists when he gets excited. He's so jumpy and full of life. Minji really is my painkiller.
My fingers graze the lovebites still left behind by my partner and I close my eyes, focusing on the feeling. Everything we do feels spectacular. We somehow figure out how to make the smallest of activities feel grandiose and for that, I'm eternally grateful to my Minji. Today, we're supposed to watch movies. It'll most likely lead to more, since Minji has no shame when it comes to me. He really is too much.
A heavy burden weighs on my heart due to how undeserving of him I am. I try my very best to give the younger all of me, but I still haven't even told him that I love him. It's not that I don't love him. I really do. I'm just scared of the commitment that those words entail because if for some reason, a suitable donor doesn't show up, then I will leave a broken Minji behind. And it's not right.
But if by some stroke of luck, a heart donor that matches me shows up, I will do everything for Minji and more. He's right about our dynamic. Part of me feels that even though he is two years younger, he is my elder. Although he's often childish at times, in times of great distress or uncertainty, he serves as a beacon of strength and light. He's someone I can lean on and turn to for help. I love him a lot. I just wish I could be selfish and tell him that. He takes such good care of me in a way these doctors and nurses never could. He makes me feel safe and want to strive to be the best man I can be. He's my catalyst.
A small smile plays upon my lips as I play with the bracelet that Minji made me. It says 'Minji + Jungkook' and I can't help but chuckle at it everytime I see it. I remember how he explained how he spelled my name using romanized letters and I found it utterly adorable. He says that the spelling suits me more and that "it's k for kutie kookie."
"What a dork." I run my fingers over the thread and beads, loving how Minji never fails to bring color into my otherwise bleak life, both literally and metaphorically. His drawings, photographs, and crafts are always so bright and cheerful. I can't wait until I get out of here and paint him even bigger landscapes to show him that I can be cheerful and lively too. I want to be that for him. I literally cannot not love him. He's my twin flame—even stronger than a soulmate. The red string of fate ties us together, our souls call out to each other, and our hearts beat as one. Even if I leave this plane of existence, I will live on within Minji, even if he gets over me and finds someone else. We've imprinted on each other these sixteen years and there's no erasing that.
"Jeon Jeongguk!" A nurse runs into my room, panting. "We have a donor for you! You need to go into operation ASAP."
My eyes widen and my hands shake as I quickly fumble for my phone, sending a text to Minji, telling him the news and to please wait for me even though it's selfish. I have no idea how this will go and if I'll even be conscious soon after the procedure. I mean, getting a new heart is a big deal. I never paid much attention to the details of everything because I never really thought I was going to receive proper treatment. Part of me didn't even want it. But I want it more than ever now. I want to be with Minji and to be selfish for once. I don't ever want to let him go. He really is an angel. He's right about everything. You really can think things into actuality.
"Sir, we need to remove your bracelet." Another nurse says as they move me to prepare me for the operation room.
I shake my head. "It's my good luck charm. I need it. I need him with me. He gives me strength."
"Sir, you really shouldn't—"
"Just let him wear it." The first nurse cuts them off and they wheel me out of my room.
With a smile on my lips and eyes full of determination, I look to the future for once, seeing Minji and only Minji.
Author's Note: Things are definitely coming together. I'm curious as to how everyone is taking it. Also, I have a new story, Eyes with Pride, if you're interested. It's Jikook and Sope, so it's fresh and different. I'll post the blurb and cover after the A/N for anyone interested.
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Blurb:
Jeon Jungkook didn't know what he wanted to do in college. All he knew was that whatever it was, it was going to be artistic. That's why he entered a performing arts university undecided. But when he entered the university's marching band, he was instantly moved by six of the members, the most notable being the famous Park Jimin, the captain of the colorguard. He couldn't help but keep running into him. Literally.
Min Yoongi thought he had everything figured out. He was a college senior, majoring in music composition. However, he couldn't have been more wrong. Used to coasting through drum line as part of the baseline, mostly sleeping through practice, he was thrown for a loop when the band director made him both center snare and captain of the drum line. With his newfound responsibility and his senioritis challenged, Yoongi found himself relying on someone he never thought he would—Jung Hoseok, pit captain.
