When the clock struck twelve, Yoongi remained in the state of melancholy. The clock reminded him that it was another day.

It was no longer October 12^th but October 13^th.

It was the first year he spent his lover’s birthday without his lover.

His eyes were blood shot and his tears had already dried up. There was nothing left for Yoongi to cry about.

Jimin no longer suffered from the cacophony of medical apparatuses and Yoongi no longer suffered a day wishing all of his lover’s pain would go away.

But it left Yoongi on the other side of the bargain.

He was the one grieving.

And yet, the only thing left were the marks that were left by the tears and the cracks that could not be taped back together.

There was no way of letting it out.

It was just another sleepless night like every other night.

But unlike any insomniac, he did not resort to depressants.

No, heightening it would be easier.

Yes, a cup of coffee will do.