All Too Well | Epilogue

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all too well | epilogue

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summary: you and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. but two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour.

pairing: yoongi x fem!reader

genre: idol au, makeup artist au, exes au | angst/smut

warnings: the end, that’s all folks <3 thank you for sticking through until the end! 

word count: 3k

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(THREE YEARS LATER)

You always took the saying ‘all good things must come to an end’ in application to lots of different stages of your life and lots of different circumstances. While endings always make you sad, you constantly tried to think of it more as a springboard effect towards bigger and better things that would surely be thrust upon into your life. You made sure to put 110% of your effort into everything you did and every little challenge that presented itself into your life. You liked to believe that the way you handled certain events and situations were always important to changing the course of your life, and every decision you made was conjured up for a reason.

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EX-BOYFRIEND!JUNGKOOK who knows his mistake was falling in love with you, but would do it again if you gave him a second chance. and it was just a second chance that he asked, that he begged. let Jungkook make the same mistakes. let Jungkook learn from his mistakes. let Jungkook love one more time so he can stop being in love with you. Jungkook was full of devotion, an ocean of pure love ran inside him desperately looking for a beach where he could delight and calm all the turmoil that existed inside him. just one more time. just one more kiss. just one more touch. just another chance was all Jungkook asked for because, even though his downfall was rooted in his devotion, Jungkook knew nothing more than loving you. it was a reality for Jungkook for years, an eternal life, and it was all he knew — let him live his life once again, that was all Jungkook asked for. “i should have seen this ending coming for myself, but it never stopped me from loving you. i allowed myself to feel because i knew you would never leave me. so why did you leave? why don’t you come back to me?”

EX-BOYFRIEND!JUNGKOOK who has a table full of bouquets of flowers that he never gave you. Jungkook could never get rid of that annoying habit of buying you flowers whenever a day was more beautiful or a special date was approaching — it had been a constant in Jungkook’s life to offer you several bouquets of flowers. there was always love in the bright colors of the flowers, a little understanding in some branches, complete fascination in the various leaves and all the flowers, all the bouquets, contained much more than Jungkook’s love. the bouquets had hope blossoming between the many petals; hope for a repeated past, hope for an altered present, hope for a future with you. but, no matter how colorful the bouquets were, no matter how bright the flowers were, they all had the same fate when bought by Jungkook; without any support or water, Jungkook just placed the bouquets on the table, looking at them with regret, hating himself a little for having succumbed to that habit of his that was only born with you. and the bouquets piled up. and Jungkook didn’t throw away the bouquets. there, on that table adorned with the destruction of his love, lay all of Jungkook’s devotion, a withered devotion that had no one as the object of its desires. “today i bought you a bouquet again. i just wanted to tell you that i bought your favorite flowers. they will always be here waiting for you. please, come and get them when you can.”

EX-BOYFRIEND!JUNGKOOK who feels his heart break every time he hears news about you. it was as if every word about you was loaded with sharp daggers that stabbed heavily into Jungkook’s heart and made him bleed tears of longing and hurt. hearing any information about you destroyed Jungkook. you got your promotion? you didn’t celebrate with him. you adopted a new cat? you didn’t ask Jungkook for name suggestions. you were okay? how could you be okay if Jungkook felt smaller and smaller, breaking into insignificant fragments that scattered wherever Jungkook passed in hopes of finding you and clinging to you? how could you be happy when Jungkook counted all the stars at night in hopes of one of them granting his wish for you to return to him? each piece of news burned hotter than the next, Jungkook’s small, fragile heart turning to paper, burning with the flames of insignificance and neglect — so much news about you and none about how much you missed Jungkook. “i heard you finally managed to buy the house you wanted. it’s still strange to imagine you in a house different than mine, but i want you to know that i’m really happy for you.”

EX-BOYFRIEND!JUNGKOOK who swears his lips were dry with all the words he didn’t get to say to you. Jungkook couldn’t remember the last time he felt like his lips were his — since the beginning of time it was clear that Jungkook’s sweet lips belonged to you; every word Jungkook said was adorned with your smiles and sweet laughs; every song Jungkook recited was framed with your beauty and essence; all the kisses Jungkook gave you were star-lit, all the constellations creating stories about you. for years, Jungkook’s lips belonged to you — now that you were gone, you’ve stopped taking care of them. your negligence appeared in rough form on Jungkook’s lips, no amount of lip balm being able to replace the lack you did to them. slowly, Jungkook’s lips were forgetting about you, getting rid of the skin you once touched, pushing with it all the words Jungkook liked to have said to you. “i love you and i want a life with you. i don’t think i can handle a life without you by my side. please stay.”

EX-BOYFRIEND!JUNGKOOK who stops sleeping because he can’t bear to dream about anything other than you. between sleepless nights and random dreams, Jungkook always chose to spend his nights sitting on the couch with the television on, his eyes staring but his mind running through memories and scenarios of when those restless nights were shared with you. how could Jungkook dream about anything if he only wanted you? he didn’t have any control over his dreams — he wanted to dream about you, but Jungkook knew he didn’t control his mind and he preferred to forbid his brain from creating any comfort for his heart rather than live experiences not worth living, just because there was no you.

EX-BOYFRIEND!JUNGKOOK who burns all the memories he has with you in the hope of being able to forget you. all the photos that had a touch of your magic were deleted from his cell phone, but not before printing them and throwing them in the fire; all the letters you exchanged with Jungkook when he traveled the world were thrown into the fire without a second thought; all the tickets to the movies you went were consumed by the hot flames of a fire of revolt and devastation. standing in front of the fire, seeing his entire life reduced to the same ashes that dusted his heart, Jungkook was static, no emotion behind his eyes glazed over in the fire; seeing the flames dancing, consuming everything he was, Jungkook could onl—

EX-BOYFRIEND!JUNGKOOK who stopped loving all the details about himself that made you fall in love with him — if you had stopped loving Jungkook, why would he love himself?

to be loved is to be seen.

pairings. idol!jungkook x reader

genres/aus. fluff, established relationship, idol!au

warnings. mentions of smoking and alcohol

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“i’m going to use the bathroom real quick.” you tell jungkook as you lift yourself off the couch. he’s quick to stand up with you but you lightly push him down, your index finger grazed against his skin from the buttons on his shirt being unbuttoned and exposing a bit of his chest.

you shake your head. “stay, i’ll be back.” you say while pulling one side of his shirt closed to hide the bareness. girls have been staring at him and trying to come up to him and it’s getting annoying.

his bottom lip is pushed out slightly, pouting before he lets you go alone.

jungkook watches you make it to the stairs until you disappear from his sight.

you’re thankful the bathroom wasn’t occupied and you could easily walk in, locking the door behind you.

anxious thoughts invade your mind. the five drinks you’ve had can’t even cloud your thoughts nor make you tipsy enough—curse your body for not being a lightweight.

jungkook’s friends had invited you two to a party and originally he didn’t want to go because you were with him and he wanted to be with you. but he barely gets to see his friends and it’s been awhile since he’s been out with them. it took a bit to persuade him but he gave in on the exception that you came. and you didn’t mind. you thought it would be fun. it was fun.

but his friends aren’t your friends and your social battery around strangers tends to drain fast. they’re nice people and all, but now you just want to go home.

this was your idea you know… yeah well, you’re gonna tough it out for him because he’s having a good time and you’re gonna do anything for him. good pep talk!

“__?” three soft knocks and his sudden voice makes you jump, realizing you’ve been standing in front of the sink, stuck in your head.

“hang on!” you shout out, quickly using the restroom and washing your hands before you step out to meet the boy on your mind.

his eyes find yours quickly, trying to decipher any changes in your body language or to read anything going on behind your orbs.

“you okay? you’ve been in there for awhile so i came up to check on you.” he asks with concern in his voice.

you try to smile but it comes out small. “yeah, sorry,” you opened your mouth to continue but nothing comes out.

a couple drunkenly tumbles up the stairs, heading towards you both but he’s quick to grasp onto your waist and move you both against the wall. the couple passes you and disappears into a room, slamming the door behind them.

both of you slowly turn your heads to look at each other with raised eyebrows and you burst into fits of laughter. him still holding onto you, as you two start to quiet down. the scent of his cologne and cigarettes permeated your nostrils, remembering him and his friends were outside smoking earlier. in the early stages of you two dating, the smell used to bother you, so jungkook had the notion to smoke outside shirtless so the smell doesn’t catch onto his clothes and to brush his teeth so he can kiss you easily. now you’re used to it.

suddenly, he’s gazing down upon you. “you tired?”

immediately shakes your head, “no.”

he lets out a deep breath and hums, sliding a hand into the front pocket of his jeans before throwing the other over your shoulders, pulling you closer to his side as he guides you downstairs.

“well i am. let’s go home.” he declares, his head turning left and right to find where his friends went while you just gawk at him.

but you don’t say nothing.

once you both reach his group of friends, they’re heads turn towards you both. “guys i’m feeling tired so we’re gonna head home.”

“what, already?”

“that’s cool, thanks for coming man.”

you released yourself from jungkook so they could bid their manly goodbyes, them also thanking you for coming and saying it was good to see you.

jungkook links his hand with yours as you both make your way out the building onto the streets. with your hand in his, he brings it up to his face and softly kisses the back of it three times.

you fondly stare at him before hanging your head as you watch both your pairs of feet walk in sync.

“sorry i made you leave early, i know you said you were tired because of me. i didn’t mean to force you to leave ‘cus i know you were having fun–“

he stops in his tracks and squeezes your hand. “baby, ever since i met you, the thought of being without you made me crazy. so what makes you think i’d want to be out without you?” he expresses, taking your face in the palm of his hands and pressing his lips against yours in a short kiss. “plus, being at home in bed with you honestly sounds really fucking good right now.”

a timid smile stretched onto your lips before you reached on your tippy toes to kiss him again. “i love you.”

“i love you, silly. now let’s go home. are you hungry, ‘cus im craving ramen and i might make some when we get home.”

“ramen actually sounds really good right now.”

it’s 3am as i finish this so enjoy another self indulgent jungkook brain rot :D the way ill be at an outing w family or friends having fun but then two hours pass and with the snap of fingers i go quiet and have a rbf and i’m ready to go home and be in bed💀 anyway likes & reblogs are v much appreciated !! stay safe and healthy <33

Especially if it's Jungkook Au, all I want is to cry. Please recommend some fic that is full of angst. Noo smut, please.😭

when i want fluff/angst fics and all i’m getting is smut

the struggle is real

EX-BOYFRIEND!YOONGI who still has your pillow on his bed, just because it smells like you. no matter how much time had passed, Yoongi swore that particles of your essence were still reveling in that white pillow; no matter how much time had passed, Yoongi swore he still felt you every night, when his thoughts were more violent and his heart asked for comfort, asked for you; no matter how much time had passed, Yoongi would never wash that pillow, fearing that the memories of you would drown in the sea of neglect that covered the entire space outside the bed, outside of Yoongi’s safe haven. yes, no matter how much time had passed, Yoongi would never be able to forget how your soul smelled like home. “i carry with me the weight of the longing you left behind. part of me wants to believe that it’s all just a dream. but when the moon is high and my thoughts suffocate me, it’s your comfort that i miss. it’s you that i miss.”

EX-BOYFRIEND!YOONGI who looks for you in every crowd. he knew he was just hurting himself, but Yoongi couldn’t stop his eyes from taking in each face closely, hoping to see your sweet smile on them, hoping to see your bright eyes on them, hoping to see you in the middle of them. without noticing, Yoongi always found himself in the middle of crowds, those places he always avoided and preferred to see from afar; but now, when your departure squeezed Yoongi’s heart and the longing for you guided Yoongi’s steps, he always ended up in the middle of the crowds, wanting, waiting, begging, to see you one last time. “your existence haunts me. the ghost of our memories wanders among the crowds, seeking from them the love they know only you can give. it’s a game without any victories.”

EX-BOYFRIEND!YOONGI who goes back to the places where he kissed you to relive the memories. the days were grey, painted in tones of melancholy, and Yoongi could only feel his heart sink. it was there that he kissed you for the first time, your shy smile was still stuck on the small park bench; it was in front of that tree that Yoongi said the first i love you to you, your nervous laugh still echoed through the tree’s branches; it was in front of that window that you stole a kiss that tasted like caramel, he could still see his rosy cheeks in the immaculate glass of the store. the entire city was a map of Yoongi’s happiest moments; in every corner, in every nook, in every neighborhood lived fragments of your soul and the memory of you covered every street with a permanent veil of pure guilt, regret, longing, love. “it is in these places that the beauty of your soul still endures. and it was in those places that i kissed you and loved you and swore to always love you. and i will always love you.”

EX-BOYFRIEND!YOONGI who spends sleepless nights wondering where he went wrong. had Yoongi forgotten any important dates? no. your birthday was celebrated with laughter, the smiles from your anniversary still painted works of art in Yoongi’s heart. would his work have interfered in any way with your life together? no. Yoongi no longer spent nights in the studio. Yoongi had already stopped locking himself in his office when he was at home. Yoongi had renounced his art, his passion, to be able to love you. but, was that Yoongi’s mistake? did he love you too much? was Yoongi’s love so big, so intense, so suffocating, that it only gave you one way out? a way out of his life? “tell me if my devotion was the cause of my destruction. i ask you. please, tell me where i went wrong so i can love you again. tell me what i didn’t do so i can have your love again.”

EX-BOYFRIEND!YOONGI who can’t look in the mirror without seeing you next to him. it was a constant agony that stepped and beat in Yoongi’s heart, squeezing tightly all the love he still felt, sharply attacking all the longing he had. and Yoongi only had to look in the mirror to feel it, to see it. there you were. always smiling, your hand gently holding Yoongi’s hand, your eyes locked on him. entire years were spent living next to you, living with you. entire days were spent in a weightless sea of pure love and fascination. and now, looking in the mirror, Yoongi felt empty, he felt incomplete. now, looking in the mirror, Yoongi’s heart manufactured a memory of you, cruelly reminding him that what was next to Yoongi was just the hope that still made his heart beat.

EX-BOYFRIEND!YOONGI who is slowly isolating himself. the crowds stopped hiding your face in them; the streets cleared every step you had walked; Yoongi’s house expelled all your essence without his permission. and now, lost in the middle of nowhere, without finding any hope in his sheets, in your pillow, Yoongi just sat on the floor and stayed there. still. the longing of you was the only thing that still made him live, still made him exist. every step Yoongi had taken, led him to that exact moment, to that point wh—

EX-BOYFRIEND!YOONGI who can’t say the word love again — for, without you being in his life, what meaning did that word have?

Age gap

▫️summary: your parents get you forcefully married to a guy who’s eight years older than you. And the problem is he doesn’t know it.

Pairing: doctor Jungkook x female reader

Rating: 13+

Genre: angst

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: deep love stuff, soft romance, hella angsty.

“Have a good night” Jungkook closed the door of his bedroom and sighed exhaustively, leaning his back on the door as he rubbed his face with his hands. He doesn’t know what he’s gonna do now. He opened his eyes and felt a knife against his throat and hands against his mouth. “You let out a single noise and your grave is ready at twent-eight.” You brawl in his ear as his eyes almost popped out in fear. He was particularly screaming silently. “You’re so overdramatic.” You say as he stood there stunned. He joins his hands, asking for forgiveness as you leave his side and make him breathe in terror.

“You’re my wife, how can you do this?!” He started lashing out walking inside the bedroom. “If I can’t kill my step mom. I might kill my husband.” You said monotonously making him choke on water. “What did I do?!” He yells, “you married me. And that’s your fault.” You walk closer to him and lay out the map. “You will help me sneak out.” It was all happening so fast that he glitched. “Hold on. We are married. Husband and wife. Like actually committed to each other.” He danced his hands around trying to explain to you as if you’re a child. “Dude. How can you be so fucking dumb? Isn’t it obvious that I’m saying to run away and I don’t want this committed thingy?”

You say as he scratches his head in confusion. “Then why did you agree to this?” You rolled your eyes and sigh. “I was forced. And I can’t tell how.” The seriousness in your voice made him bite his lower lip. He can’t believe that the first actual conversation with you would be this. “You should‘ve given signs. Or something.” He was heartbroken. Not because of you not wanting this but because he thought he’s doing the right thing although he trusted his parents in the matter. “I wasn’t allowed out of my room. And I’m fucking twenty one how can you agree on marrying me!?”

He let out an audible gasp. “They said you’re twenty six!” You monotonously clap your hands, “congratulations.” He fell onto the bed. “Don’t get traumatised please I still need to go.” You say before you go inside The restroom to remove your wedding dress. Your age was a new piece of information which he wasn’t ready for. “How can she be younger than my sister?” He whispered to himself and held his head.

You exit the washroom with your casual clothes on and walk to the bed. You took the laid-out map and folded it. “It’s okay,I can help myself.” He looked at you. “My life is ruined.” He says as you sigh and turn to him. “So is mine.” You said as he removed his coat making you lower your eyebrows. He threw it aside, took a pillow and screamed. He pulls out his head from the pillow with tense breathing. “I married so I can get over my ex.” You rolled your eyes so hard that you saw your skull. “You proved you’re a man.” He looks at you as you click your tongue. “Be fucking for real man, why would you do this to get over an average girlie?” he wipes his forehead.

“I don’t know what to do anymore. Should I divorce you?” You shake your head instantly. “No no, don’t do that.” You fold your hands and walk around to think. “You help me get out of this household some way, like help me escape.” He licked his bottom lip. “I can do that. But where will you go? You have a place to stay?” You blinked and looked down, slowly shaking your head. “Then how can I just…” he shrugs. You exhaled and sat on his bed. “What about you? Does your family treat you well?” You asked as he sat beside you with a safe distance. “They forced out a medical degree inside of me so…” you chuckled and gaze outside the small window which displayed the full moon. “Why don’t you run away as well?”

He chuckled, “I’ve been away from home for eight years. Two months ago I moved back in to get married.” You nod your head. You’re lost again. You don’t know If there’s an End to this. If you’ll ever get your freedom. “Can you do a job?” You look at him. “What?” He nods his head, “you can work at my hospital. How much have you studied?” He inquired, “high school. Wasn’t allowed after that.” He takes his bottom lip in his teeth. “You can work as a receptionist right?” Your eyes lit up as you nod like a child. “I can!” He hums, “okay then. You can stay with me if you wish until you get enough money to pay rent every month.” You nod your head, “thank you.” You say genuinely as he smiles back. “You’re welcome.”

“If it wasn’t for your urgent work, I would’ve kept my daughter in law as my own daughter.” His mother pinched your cheeks. “It’s not a huge deal, we’re coming back anyway sooner or later.” We’re not. You smile nervously. “Y-yeah. He’s right.” You say as you bid your goodbye and sit in the taxi with your luggage. “Yes yes!” You screeched In excitement.

Your eyes widened at the sight of the hospital. “Woah this is bigger than my neighbourhood. You own this?” You asked as he chuckled. “No, of course not. I work as a lead assistant under my professor. I’m an ophthalmologist.” You blinked, “what’s that?” He points his two fingers at your eyes, “an eye specialist.” You nod in realisation. “Damn, you must be good at reading people.” He chuckled and shook his head, “surprisingly I’m not.” “Hi dr.jeon!” He smiles at the nurse, “hello” he bows as you lower your eyebrows. Everyone seems to know him well. He guided you around and made you sit in the lounge. “Sit here, my friend is coming. He’s in the hiring department.” You nod your head and sit quietly in the luxurious hospital lounge for doctors. Never in your dreams did you think you'd be able to sit at such a place.

“Jeon!” You looked up to see a tall figure running towards your husband while his white coat and id pass flared in the air. He takes Jungkook in a bone crushing hug. “How was the wedding?! And why are you back so early?! Where's my new bestie?! How is your wife!? You?” He asked you as you subconsciously nodded. He sprint beside you, “oh my god, you’re so pretty! I’m Dr.jung Hoseok. Been with Jungkook for five years. What’s your name, pretty?” You smiled shyly, “y/n.” He claps his hand. “You look so young for your age!” His spirit was so high you could fly in the air. ”yeah thanks, I’m twenty one.” You say with a small smile as he halts and drops his smile.

“You’re what?” He blinked and removed his glasses. “You’re twenty one?!” The spirit might start burning you. He scratches his head and walks to Jungkook. “You were into young girls? I never knew..” Jungkook inhaled in temper, “jung Hoseok. Hear me out.” Hoseok scratched his upper lip gently. “Yeah you must explain your creepy ass.”

“Done. Think as If your work is done. It will maximally take me a week.” Hoseok says as he slurps his noodles. “I’ll try my best to get you as high a salary as I can. But the most you can get is around five hundred dollars a month.” Your eyes showed dollar signs. “That’s more than enough! Just get a job, I’m okay with anything.” He cracks a smile, “that’s good then. Good luck, I’ll get going now.” You smiled sweetly at Hoseok and waved him goodbye. “Come on, let’s get you home.” Jungkook offers, standing up and wearing his coat as you stood up as well. Seoul is big, Seoul is pretty. It’s just that breathing is tough here. Beautiful people, beautiful architecture. It’s your first time here and it’s marvellous. Jungkook scans his card and enters his passcode while opening his front door.

It’s a really small apartment. “It’s so small.” He scratched his head, “wellll, try to fit in? Rent prices are crazy here, and I was alone. So I find this the most suitable for me, I almost don’t come home often so you can be pretty comfortable here.” You look at him, “why?” He plops on his bed. “Because I’m really busy. Most of my nights in the early days were spent in icu. Gladly I come here at night to sleep and leave at eight. So you have enough time to be comfortable.” You nod and drop your bag at the corner. “Is this a washroom?” You asked as he nodded. You went there to freshen up as he ordered some food through his phone. He also opens up the curtains and windows to let the air in. You come out and your eyes wide enough to tear. “This is so pretty!” You say walking to the almost full size windows.

“Ah yes.” Jungkook says laying down while staring at the white ceiling. “The landlord made me pay a hundred dollars more for this. Especially for the view.” He slightly scoffed as his doorbell rang. “The food is here.” And you spent your evening slurping black bean noodles. And within a few days you get your own hospital pass as a worker. That was the best day of your life yet. You felt so independent all because of Jungkook. You don’t think you can possibly ever thank him enough. You started going to the hospital daily and received your first paycheck. Hoseok and Jungkook helped you a lot in that. The first thing you did was give both of them a dinner treat. You also paid a small amount to Jungkook to add in the monthly rent.

You made new friends slowly, everyone is nice and friendly and very welcoming. Everything was nice except one thing. You never heard Jungkook say anything about your divorce in fact, he dodged the topic multiple times. You place the envelope on the kitchen counter, “add this in the rent.” He shakes his head, mixing something in his bowl “I told you before, you don’t have to do all this. You’re my wife.” You sighed, “I won’t from next month. I’m moving out. And, please get us divorce papers.” You say as he stops and looks up at you through his bangs. “Why are you moving out? And you didn’t even tell me?” “I did just now.” He shakes his head. “What do you mean, Jungkook?”

He removed his gloves and washed his hands. “What’s the point of moving out? We can get a big apartment if this feels small.” You lowered your eyebrows, “what? You want me to stay with you forever? Like a real partner would?” He thinks for a moment. “Maybe.” He himself is unsure of the answer making you scoff. “No, like, isn’t it better? We’re splitting In everything. We will eventually get pretty comfortable with each other and life will be good!” You can't believe your ears. “Eventually not willingly. Just because you helped me, which I’m very grateful for, doesn’t mean I’ll do as you say. In Fact that’s the reason I wanted to leave.” There’s tears in your eyes.

He deep down got the point but doesn’t want to admit it. It makes his heart heavy, you’re such a nice person and he might not be the one for you at all. “Can’t I just see you grow?” You shake your head. “You possibly can’t. I've been here for two months with you, and you already seem to get attached. If I stay longer, I won’t feel that good.” He lowered his lashes, how are you supposed to tell if he’s attached or is he in love? “Fine. Good luck on your journey, I’ll find a way out of my situation and try to help you as much as I can.” He forcefully smiled.

Years later, when Dr.jeon Jungkook; Head opthamologist in Seoul hospital, is sitting on a hill in jeju. He finds out he was in fact in love with his ex-wife. Not the kind of love to which he’d send cliche confessing texts. But the kind of love and adoration of seeing someone grow, seeing someone become close to him. Being a part of their journey. He smiled as light air kissed his skin. The sun peeking as it dissolves in the sea ahead of him. He has believed his whole life that you were right. He was just attached to you, being around you and your presence. But his heart still flutters whenever he hears good news about you.

Recently he got to know you’ve got a boyfriend and he smiled so wide hearing that. It's the kind of love he’ll never let go of. Even when he is in his eighties, with wrinkled skin and low deficiency of hearing. When his grandchildren are messing with his stuff, He’d still smile wide hearing you’ve lived another year.

Life’s been good to him. And he hopes it’s good with you too. And he also hopes you experience the kind of love he has with you. It’s good. Real good. And it taught him quite a few things. He takes a Polaroid of the setting sun and sticks to his journal.

‘I love you. Just like how the sea loves the sun. Watching it rise and fall. Pushing it up and drinking it down. Every evening, and never getting tired of it. I’ll never get tired of you, and I’m so proud of you.’

#jeju22