a lil something for y'all,
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ps. Imma fix tense later lol, literally writing at midnight haha.

1:17 a.m. , 2021 october 12

today is my grandma's birthday. and it's been just a little over a month since she left us for something more beautiful, more fruitful, more lasting than this world of deceptive beauty. I miss her.

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“hey... honey.”

an old man is seated on a rocking chair, one trembling hand caressing a wooden handle and the other unfolding a piece of very very crumpled, aged paper.

he glances up at the device in front of him, standing motionless as it recorded him. recorded everything he wanted to say.

for a moment, he felt a little pang.

all these newfangled gadgets. he hated them.

the old man behind the camera however grins, face still lit up by a young glow. jungkook resisted the urge to comment on how old age had made his friend shorter than he had been in his youth.

"It's been lonely you know, all these years. all these months. how beautiful you would have been, a young lady by now, i believe!"

he pauses with a patient expression as though he's listening to the chattering of a young child, asking him endless questions.

"really, time flies. dad is fine darling, a little sick. the doctor visits sometimes."

the man behind the camera turns a little, sniffling as yet another wrinkled hamd pats his shoulder.

"t-taehyung-"

"I know Jimin, I know," the new person says. his words are traced with a heavy sigh. he drags a little stool and puts on arm around his friend, leaning in to watch jungkook through the recording.

"I'm— I'm coming to see you," jungkook says this with a sparkle in his eyes that have been sad for so many years. he feels happiness, the same way he felt when he played prince to his little princess all those years ago.

"dad is coming.. just. just wait for me alright?"

he looks down at the crayon drawing of a man and a little girl in the paper, amazed by how long it had survived.

there's calmness in his heart.

the goodbyes to his two good friends go by in a blur of warm hugs and firm handshakes.

it was impossible to shake the feeling he had when he lay in bed that night, seeing in his mind a laughing little girl who's one smile could erase the pain of a broken heart.

jeon jungkook had lived a long life.

his smile was calm as he scribbled his last words on a notepad.

still with you.