Dedication:
"To all the so-called good girls who whimper at the idea of morally grey men worshipping the ground they walk on"
Monday Morning 5:30 am
The sun's golden petals stretched out, casting their radiant beams over the tangerine mountains, while the early morning dew shimmered like a pearl. As the nascent rays danced on the dew, they left a trail of vibrant colors in their wake.
Amidst this picturesque scene, a man of 5'8" with a sculpted figure and straight eyebrows gazed down, his long eyelashes casting shadows over his delicate ears and button nose. Plump strawberry lips graced his face, and his beautiful brown eyes remained fixed on the jogging track ahead. Instead of music, he embraced the harmonious melodies of nature – the birds' chirping and the absence of man-made disturbances.
Today, he ventured along an extended jogging route, lost in his thoughts. At last, he reached the cliff's edge, where he stood gazing down. As sweat trickled down his chin, his porcelain-white skin shimmered in the warm embrace of the rising sun's rays.
*Flashing memories from two yrs back...
"Aera! Aera!" His voice cracked, desperation etched in every scream. "I'm begging you, please don't..." His words were accompanied by heart-wrenching screams and pleas, a desperate chorus of sorrow.
*end of flash back*
All the blood left his body and rushed to his eyes which were now bloodshot ,tears continuously cascading down his marshmallow cheeks and cutting down through his sharp jawline,fists clenched nails digging into his palms ,heart beating at an inhumane speed,causing difficulty in breathing,nails piercing through his skin in an attempt to even out his breathing.
"Jimin, i told you to not come up ..."
A tall young man with a concrete jaw and pitch black hair moving like prairie grass as he tried to even out his breathing ,running after the blonde,as he lifted his gaze up he saw the blonde breathing unevenly.
"Jimin! Jimin!! Hey, look at me. Breathe in and out... okay, in and out, copy my brea-" The black-haired man's voice was calm and reassuring as he tried to gently turn Jimin towards himself.
Jimin, though still struggling with his breathing, raised his hand, signaling him not to touch. With eyes tightly shut, he began inhaling through his nose and exhaling deeply through his mouth, following a rhythm that gradually brought his racing heart under control.
"AERA..." The name slipped from his plump lips like a long-lost melody, echoing through the past and conjuring the haunting memories of that tormented day.
As the name reverberated in his ears, his vision blurred, and his legs threatened to give way. He felt on the precipice of being swallowed by the solitude that had often offered solace in times of distress. However, the angelic figure beside him caught him in that fragile moment. Perhaps, Jimin's train was not lost but on a winding journey to a serene valley adorned in golden hues and a ground painted in a kaleidoscope of colors.
🍃...Somewhere...🍃
"No, I'm not doing it," declared the man with crescent moon eyebrows above his sharp, sapphire eyes, which held an edge of darkness. His imperious nose and chiseled cheekbones gave him a commanding presence as he gracefully made his way toward the couch. His voice was as calm and unhurried as his movements.
"I haven't even said anything, so how can you have already made your decision?" The man seated on the sofa across from him expressed disbelief.
"Simply being told I must leave this place has entirely drained my enthusiasm for the work."the brunette replied flatly, his voice steady but as tight as a plucked wire.
"Jungkook, just listen for once, and I won't compel you further," the purple-haired man, handsome in an understated way, looked at the younger with eyes as bright as evening stars. His voice often rumbled sonorously, and he had a knack for cracking his famous Dad jokes. He pouted his luscious lips and blinked several times, knowing that the younger wouldn't be able to resist his hyung's charms. The reason why remained uncertain: did the cold-hearted man possess a hidden heart, or was he simply so cold-hearted that he yearned for less interaction to better his life?
"Okay, go ahead."the doe-eyed man relented.
The purple-haired man began explaining everything but was abruptly interrupted by the younger.
"In essence, you're suggesting I play nanny? What, do I look like Mary Poppins to you?"The younger's tone swayed between sarcasm and disbelief. As he turned to walk away, the elder's words rushed out.
"Leemin! Jungkook, Leemin is the reason."
The younger halted, exhaling a measured breath before conceding, "Fine, I'll do it." His tone, as sharp as honed steel, exuded an enigmatic blend of authority and composure.
🍃...Park's Residence...🍃
In the dimly lit room, the young man with skin as flawless as porcelain lay on his king-sized bed, his golden locks cascading over his fox-like eyes. Covered in black silk covers that concealed half of his body, he appeared oblivious to the worried gazes that surrounded him. The exhaustion of his life had left his eyelids heavy, and he lay there, not suicidal, but as if inviting whatever was to come next.
Dr. Kyon, a beacon of expertise, sat vigilantly beside him, monitoring his pulse, his brows knit in deep concern. Mr. Park, his protector, cast an unspoken look at the doctor, a mixture of anxiety and an unspoken plea in his eyes.
"There's no immediate cause for concern." Dr. Kyon reassured, his voice a calming presence as he gently smoothed the young man's golden locks. "This pattern has persisted for the past two years. While I've advised keeping him engaged and minimizing triggers, I'm apprehensive this time. His condition may progress to bradycardia, and if that occurs, our options could be severely limited."
Mr. Park's emotions surged, and he lashed out, his voice trembling with a mixture of frustration and fear. "Kyon, don't give me scientific nonsense. My ocean, my Jimin, is fine. What do you know about him? What do you know about us? He's fine, damn it!"
The room seemed to hang heavy with despair as Mr. Park continued, his voice breaking. "Every day, the sun rises, bringing joy to everyone else's lives, but here I am, dreading every sunrise, fearing it will be the same as one year and three hundred sixty-four days ago. That night is a nightmare that haunts my home, an endless cycle of pain. I yearn to see any emotion from him, to know that I lived my part before death knocks at my door."
As Mr. Park's tears flowed freely, Dr. Kyon offered a comforting hand on his back, their shared grief and love for Jimin uniting them. "Park, it's hard, I know. I've watched him grow into a beautiful flower, and now seeing him lose his petals is heart-wrenching. But we have to try, not just for him, but for us. Let's be selfish, do something."
With tears in his own eyes, Dr. Kyon wiped his face, then patted Mr. Park's back reassuringly before leaving the room. The love and sorrow in that space were almost tangible, a testament to the profound bond they shared and the unwavering determination to fight for Jimin's well-being.
The dark haired guy from earlier entered the room after noticing that Dr Kyon left.
"Uncle,what happened ,he is fine,right?" He said worry lacing his tone.
"ah hobi, yeah he is fine ...he has to be" Mr Park gave hoseok a weak smile.
"When he wakes up , just dont bring up the morning's incident." Mr Park said while rubbing the back of jimin's hand with his thumb lovingly.
"Sure,no worries"hoseok said while not being oblivious to Mr Park's worn out stage.
Mr Park stood up lastly pecking jimin's forehead,when his gaze met hoseok's awaiting gaze ,hoseok suddenly said a lil reluctantly
"...uh Uncle,he is okay,right!?"Mr Park hugged the other taking him by surprise the other was surprised by the sudden vulnerable gesture of Mr Park sensing that there was something wrong,otherwise Mr Park never lets his vulnerability take over him.He hugged Mr Park softly providing the comfort he was seeking for.
~ When Jimin's eyes opened he found himself on his bed he looked around for the time it was 9:55 am, he was late ,slowly he let the black silk covers slip away from his soft cotton figure,and slid his feet in the black fur slippers while rubbing his eye with his palm and using the other hand to ruffle through his blonde locks.
He stepped in his shower, the water hitting his skin softly exploring every inch,just as he was done with shower he stepped out with a white towel wrapped right above his pelvic girdle,his white marble skin and the towel beneath his navel were in a beautiful contrast with the black interior of the bathroom.
When he stood infront of the mirror while drying his hair with the other towel, his eyes fell on his reflection in the mirror he stood still letting the towel slip away from his grip,his hand rose carefully caressing his reflection and letting out a small chuckle.
"...in the mirror there is the reflection of PARK JIMIN ,b-but the one standing infront of it ,who is he? I dont know him"
A tear escaped his eye,slowly and carefully making its way along the unknown place,happy of its release from the beautiful prison.
"...i am just a mosaic of tragic love"
He rose his finger,swiftly depriving the tear of its long awaited freedom.He hates this ~being Emotional,being Vulnerable,letting his heart rule,letting any type of emotion take over him~he hates it.
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Perfectly flawed....🍃