A/N: MwahahahahAHAHAHAHAHAHA

I think we should say goodbye. And you do, too - don't deny it. We've broken too much to piece it all back together.

  Min Yoongi.

  Hair the color of her favorite faded pink shirt, skin the color of her sketchbook's pages, eyes the same color as hers. Never smiling unless it's a real one, and never truly grinning unless she's around. The way he chuckles to himself when he recalls something from his past, the way he looks at everything with hidden interest. The way his eyes light up when he's found inspiration, scribbling in his notebook with a certain passionate madness. The way he acts apathetic and stubborn in the daytime but snuggles as close as he can get to her when they're watching a movie together. His lip bites. His voice. Him.

  Hwang Sooyeon.

  Hair the color of his favorite coffee drink, skin the color of his notebook's pages, eyes the same color as his but lighter - or so he insisted. Always smiling at everything and everyone around her, spilling immeasurable amounts of empathy and comfort all around her. The way she mouths to herself the lyrics to any random song that comes to mind, the way she looks at everything with both bright-eyed awe and wise understanding. The way her eyes light up when she's found something to draw, sketching in her sketchbook with a certain rushed calm. The way pulls him close to her, as if it's something she's been doing for ages. Her eyebrow raises. Her voice. Her.

  He dreams he can make her his Mrs. Min.

~

  He first noticed something was wrong when she started doing charcoal.

  Her sketchbook that she always let him flip through were suddenly filled with page after page of shadow-filled sketches, of thick black lines barely balanced out by lighter ones. Her light and airy drawings, that seemed to float off the page, suddenly changed to ones that looked as if they were weighing the pages down.

  She took the sketchbook from his hands before he could ask any questions.

~

  She first noticed something was wrong when he started faking his smiles.

  They were terrible, grotesque. Just lips stretching across teeth. Skin distorting and folding. He did it around everyone - but mostly her. It got a point where his real, sparkling-eyed smile was as rare to her as seeing stars in a city night sky.

  He grew stone-faced and silent before she could ask any questions.

~

  She returned his jacket to him. The jacket that he'd given her before he walked her to her front door on their first date, because it was freezing out. The jacket she said she would keep because it reminded her of him, and she liked him.

~

  She found her drawing of him collecting dust in the corner of his bookshelf. He promised he would mount it on his ceiling forever so every night before he fell asleep he could stare at what he looked like through her eyes.

~

  They stopped arguing over whose eyes were darker.

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  The pouring rain blurring the outside landscape set the perfect mood for the moment that would break them both.

  The only light came from the weak moon in the distant sky, and the single wavering candle flame that served as a centerpiece for their little dining table. They sat across from each other, looking everywhere but at each other, but unlike before, they didn't steal glances the other's way. Unlike before, they didn't hold hands across the table. The atmosphere was stretched into a taught line in the air, waiting for a single mispoken sentence to snap it.

  And what they both said at the same time completely shattered it.

~

  It wasn't like he missed her. Not really. Just because his heart stopped for a beat or two whenever he saw someone with caramel-macchiato-colored hair didn't mean he missed her. Just because he found himself mouthing lyrics like she always did didn't mean he missed her. Just because he liked to sleep on the left side of the bed because she always took the right didn't mean he missed her. Just because he kept the jacket that she'd returned in a box in a corner of his basement because he didn't want to give away the last piece of her that was still his even though he'd outgrown it didn't mean he missed her. Just because-

  , he missed her.

~

  It wasn't like she missed him. Not really. Just because her heart stopped for a beat or two whenever she met someone with a sparkling smile didn't mean she missed him. Just because she found herself chuckling to herself at a random memory like he always did didn't mean she missed him. Just because she liked to drink only half of her coffee because he would've finished his in thirty seconds and asked for the rest of hers didn't mean she missed him. Just because she kept her favorite faded pink shirt in a box in a corner of her basement because she didn't want to give away the last piece of his that was still hers even though she'd outgrown it didn't mean she missed him. Just because-

  , she missed him.

~

  He once dreamt of making her his Mrs. Min. Now he dreams he had the courage to ask before it was too late.

A/N: There are more to come...