"Was it my fault?"

"No."

"Then who? What? How? Please explain it to me, I'm begging you."

"We just need some time off of each other, I'm tired. Jimin, I really am."

• • • •

I woke up to coldness.

I am accustomed to it. I am used to the sound of ticking and the smell of my own sweat sticking on his forehead.

God forbid, I'm used to it.

Or at least, that's what I tell myself.

The truth is, I am in constant agony, in dire need of warmth. My heart seeks what my mind tells me not to. I seek Yoongi of all things in this world.

I seek something so impossible.

I am not used to feel a gaping hole in my chest. It was as if the air was knocked out of my lungs and nothing else could fulfill it. So I choke and gulp lungfuls of air and drown myself in so much tears I rarely see straight.

I let my eyes swell and I let my heart bleed