The next following days felt like hell, not that it ever felt bliss, no. But it felt a million times worse. Slowly, I was again becoming the jungkook that I was months ago. I was slowly isolating myself from anything and just from everyone. Everything just feels too much for me.

I found myself locked on my room for the second day this week. Seokjin knocked on my door non-stop but I paid him no mind. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't make myself move without falling or simply breaking down, and that was the least scene I wanted my brother to see.

I've been having countless of dreams these past few days. Dreams so strong that had me feeling empty and a crying mess when I wake up, four worried eyes directed down at me as they tried to ease me with the words "It's okay, it's just a bad dream." but I know too damn well to degrade them just as dreams.

because most of them weren't just dreams, they were distant memories.

After having that talk with namjoon, things just became darker and more confusing. I found myself once againt lost, a stranger to my own self. I didn't know what I wanted, what to do nor who I have become. All I know is I want jimin back, and that was the beginning and the end of  everything. His prescence alone consumed me to the point that I let myself lost in his every touch, his every smile and maginifence of the depths of his eyes. I drowned myself too deep in his that I lost the one real thing I own— myself.

It was then that I started questioning myself: who I am and who park jimin really is. Such ferocious words and conceptions flooded my mind, aching my heart and slaughtering my soul. I didn't wish for such thoughts as I hope to feed my hungry curiousity.

If I was the jungkook that I once was, would jimin's absence b