ddd
He left
jungkook;
"You have to atleast eat something, jungkook." I heard my brother pleaded, his voice filled with desperation as he placed the tray of food on the desk in front of me. "Please,"
As usual, I ignored him and decided to just stare blankly at the falling leaves outside. It had been the most wonderful sight I've had for the past months now, never seeming to find courage to leave the comfort of my room and the utmost warmth it brings, watching as many seasons pass by as I sat by the window everyday, eyes locked on the outside— hoping; waiting for something.
a miracle, maybe?
"I can't stand seeing you like this, kook." I heard him sigh and felt him sat on the empty seat beside me. "We're doing everything we can to find him, he will be fine, you will be fine, jungkook." He squeezed my hand to which I immediately pulled back, eyes finally locking with his.
A flash of sadness and pity was waved through his eyes, and I hated it. My eyes going dark as I reached for his collar, earning a loud yelp from him. He looked scared, shocked and frustrated all at the same time as I just stared blankly at him, trying to mask my emotions as I slowly released my grip from his collar, but the tears forming in my eyes have failed me to do so as pity was once again back in his eyes, caressing my cheeks to wipe the tears away.
"We will find him, kook." He sorrowfully smiled.
"We won't," I muttered.
"Jungkook don't be too negative," Seokjin rubbed my back, resting his head against my shoulders. "We will find jimin, hopefully."
"You can't find someone who doesn't want to be found," I found myself gritting, eyes glaring at no one in particular. "Jimin left for a reason, he wanted escape. He had always hated this hellhole, so when nobody was watching, he grabbed the chance and left, just like that." a pang of pain washed over me, realizing how everything was nothing for jimin, how every memories made was just a speck of dust for him.
and I hate it,
but I still love him so much.
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