Yoongi

Jimin. The most beautiful name there is. The beautiful name that belonged to an even more striking owner. One whod been misunderstood his whole life. Misunderstood for something as simple as wearing a skirt. Who knew it was a crime worth shunning or breaking the soul of the commiter. Who knew that someone so beautiful could have memories that were as vivid as reality. Like freshly gashes that will leave a scar lingering on the skin.

Jimin and I were both full of cheerfulness when we met today. Moreso than usual, he was happy in the morning and lunch, ecstatic even. As greedy as my thoughts may be, Im hoping its because of the kiss. Although, that was earlier. The time is now and now he was the opposite. It also wasnt unusual for him to be so down as of right now as well. It seems that with a high as great as hed been on, comes a low equally as deep. I suppose thats what science has been trying to tell us. Newton wasnt wrong when he stated that every action has an equal and opposite reaction. I just didnt think it happened with emotions.

During free draw, I watched him as he sketched out a dead piece of land. It was unsettling to look at, yet had this sort of grace to it. An eerie grace to his dark drawing.

"You ok?" I asked, curiosity and worry slipping through my teeth.

"Im fine. Im just.. Yeah. Its ok" he shot me a quick and utterly fake smile that sent my heart plumitting deep into my stomach.

"If its ok with you, could you tell me about your drawing?"

My question caused him to stop drawing abruptly. Setting his pencil down and sighing to himself.

"If I explain it, please dont take it wrong. Im really happy today. I just, I'm emptying old feelings. Like a final vent sort of. Alright?" he quickly explained.

All I did was nod. Both taking in what he stated and eager to hear about his drawing.

"Many battlefields were beautiful at one point. Now theyre just scarring memories along with destroyed land. At a time I felt like this, but like I said, dont worry. Its only part one to the drawing. Theres a happy ending. The fields often get cleaned up and become lovely again with added monuments. The story will live on, but the pain will only be a mere memory" he spoke quietly, as if he was unsure of his words.

I want to be the one to clean up his battlefield.

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Is it horrible that these are just my
Drafts and idk whats goimg on
I hope you guys dont hate these updates because im going to read these later and build the plot back onto them
Akdkakdk im sorry i suck