for the first time ever in my life, i actually felt tired. as in really tired — like i have just run 1 kilometre, but not the kind of tired that i have just finally finish my homework after eternity years.

it was a feeling i never thought i could've experience it basing on the life i am living. father exposed me to different aspects of life, and this was one that i really enjoyed.

i glanced over to see that jimin was quietly sitting at the spot where he usually sleeps. he wasn't doing anything, and he was pratically spacing out.

the thought of wanting to question him with everything that is possible irks me, but i decided to let him have his moment of silence.

he seemed like he was gazing at the sky and admiring it. this is what you call; an art staring at art.

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initially i wanted to talk to him when i was done bathing. but when i came downstairs, i found out that he was already snoring cutely at his usual spot.

since i was tired, i sat down beside his sleeping figure and admire it. his beautiful features; why haven't i noticed them earlier?

my fingers made their way towards his face and i find myself tracing along his beautiful facial features.

how can a person be this beautiful?

"jimin," i whispered, as my eyes were fixed on his face while he was sleeping peacefully. i swear my eyes can't leave him no matter how hard i try.

"thank you for being part of my life, i really appreciate it. i appreciate all the little things you have done for me. i'm sorry if i was bitch to you at first," i said as i continued to caress his face.

"i thought you were annoying at first. i kept on shrugging you off, but you know what's the thing that made me feel so touched and valuable?"

"it's the fact that you were always by my side." i smiled to myself. he didn't seem to move under my touch, so i guessed that he was sleeping soundly.

"since you're asleep now, i think i should tell you something. i am still too coward to tell you face to face, so i'm sorry for doing this."

i took a deep breath as i touched his soft hair.

"jimin, i really like you, you know? this is really cowardly of me to confess to you like this, but sometime i will find the courage to do so."

"i believed you changed me for the better by never leaving my side, and i realised how much a friend actually means to me. taehyung wasn't really a friend nor boyfriend to me, since all he does is play me like a toy."

"from now onwards, i would always be by your side. and somehow, you didn't smile that much these days. as in the smile that i always liked, the smile that will make your eyes crescent moon which always takes my breath away."

"to be honest with you, i don't have the words to make you feel better, but i do have the arms to give you a hug, ears to listen to whatever you want to talk about, and i have a heart; a heart that's aching to see you smile again. so please, smile again." i chuckled, as i played with his hair.

"i look like a lunatic speaking to myself," i laughed. "i think i've spoken too much. have a good sleep, jimin." i kissed his forehead.

slowly, i removed the newspapers from his body. i removed my jacket, and placed it over his cold and shivering body.

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when i opened the stall, jimin wasn't there. he was nowhere to be found. i searched the whole street, but to no avail.

but when i came back, i found a note sticking onto the table where the cashier area is.

'thank you, and i'm sorry, cho youn.'

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i honestly tried to write a good ending but then i think i failed bc i'm not satisfied with it akkxkskdldkdkdjdjd