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ineedanepiphany) wrote2019-03-23 11:24 pm
ineedanepiphany) wrote2019-03-23 11:24 pm
Happened oh so quietly, they say [20 July, Year 20]
This apartment once came so very close to being home. Now Seokjin sits on the floor in front of his suitcase and wonders how this hollow place could ever have felt full? Almost everything has been picked up and taken away already, either to the thrift store or to be mailed to America. All that's left now is a foldable yo bed and his essentials: clothes, phone, computer, some toiletries. Tomorrow, he'll board a plane.
He has no idea when he'll ever see Seoul again.
Their group of friends, the ones that remain, aren't exactly thrilled with him. Telling Jungkook had probably broken both of their hearts at the same time. Telling Hoseok and Jimin hadn't been much better. Taehyung had been the worst because even now, weeks later, Seokjin still can't tell what his reaction really meant.
They're better off without him. Kim Seokjin, goalless, passionless, useless, never deserved them and they loved him anyway. And what did he do with that love but ruin in?
A chime goes off from his phone, telling him that he can check in and get his boarding pass on his phone now to skip the line. Sighing, he doesn't reach out for his phone. He'll do it in a minute.
It takes no effort at all to go from his spot on the floor to his mattress. Resting on a his pillow are the few personal items he couldn't be parted from. A little stack of polaroids and a small stuffed bear. Months and tender affection later and it's still as woebegone-looking as the day Namjoon stole it from the hospital. Probably worse, honestly, because he's been clinging to it in his sleep like a child.
Even now, he can't help drawing the bear to his chest, curling around it. With his height and build, it's impossible to make himself as small as he currently feels, but he can try.
He has no idea when he'll ever see Seoul again.
Their group of friends, the ones that remain, aren't exactly thrilled with him. Telling Jungkook had probably broken both of their hearts at the same time. Telling Hoseok and Jimin hadn't been much better. Taehyung had been the worst because even now, weeks later, Seokjin still can't tell what his reaction really meant.
They're better off without him. Kim Seokjin, goalless, passionless, useless, never deserved them and they loved him anyway. And what did he do with that love but ruin in?
A chime goes off from his phone, telling him that he can check in and get his boarding pass on his phone now to skip the line. Sighing, he doesn't reach out for his phone. He'll do it in a minute.
It takes no effort at all to go from his spot on the floor to his mattress. Resting on a his pillow are the few personal items he couldn't be parted from. A little stack of polaroids and a small stuffed bear. Months and tender affection later and it's still as woebegone-looking as the day Namjoon stole it from the hospital. Probably worse, honestly, because he's been clinging to it in his sleep like a child.
Even now, he can't help drawing the bear to his chest, curling around it. With his height and build, it's impossible to make himself as small as he currently feels, but he can try.