I wish I could start over.
There’s so much I wish I never gave up because I was scared. So many things I wish I said when I had the chance. And so many things I shouldn’t have said to the wrong people. I just want to start all over and live my life the way I want to. I want to be myself. I want to know that maybe if I had been myself from the start, I wouldn’t be so unhappy right now.
The clock read fifteen
till midnight, and you were still up watching your dramas on your laptop. Your
room was pitch black and the only source of light was the LED radiating from
the screen. Late nights like these, you knew Jimin was out having a late dance
practice, and usually you would stay up until he came home just to greet him.
Engulfed in your show, you didn’t hear Jimin walk through the front door.
“I’m home!” His cheery
voice echoed through the halls, but in your room, the sound of the show drowned
him out. Not to mention, you had your headphones in. His eyebrows furrowed as
his kicked off his shoes and walked to the bedroom. Opening the door and
letting a crack of light in, there you were in a puddle of your own tears, tissues
spread all through your bed. Alarmed, Jimin swung the door wide open, letting
light in and burning your retinas.
“Are you okay?!” He
asked, turning the light on and rushing to your side. As you grabbed another
tissue to blow your nose, you took out your headphones and calmly spoke to him.
“It-it’s nothing, but my favourite
character just died…” You said, grabbing another tissue. Jimin let out a small
chuckle and placed his hand on your back, gently rubbing circles to comfort
“You’re so cute,
Y/N,” his lips kissing your forehead, “Do you need water? A snack? Maybe a hot
sniffle again, “I already took a bath, and I ate already since it’s so close to
“Wait…is that my
You froze for a
minute before turning to face him, sheepishly smiling.
“I couldn’t help
it. Your shirts are always so soft.” You push the fabric up to your face,
emphasizing the texture. Letting out a sigh, he smiled again and kissed your