2022, winter
You stare at the package in your hands - white, with words of comfort. He's finally completed it, you think. A piece of himself he's been working the last 4 years on, and it looks just like how he described it to you all those months ago.
You don't know if you'll listen to it. You haven't heard his voice in so long. You're afraid you'll break if you do.
Perhaps just one time, to get it off your system. That might be enough.
You open it, unsure when you'll unpack this obviously beautifully curated work of art. But the note at the top leaves you no room to ignore it.
Nothing's changed for me. Let's find ourselves. And then let's find each other. I'll just be here. But please, stay where you are.
Namjoon
You let one tear fall and then leave the package on the top shelf of your closet.
Your bedroom door opens.
"Are you all packed?" Minji asks.
"Yes, I'm all good," you smile.
She helps you with your luggage, down the stairs and into the van waiting for you.
"That's a lot of stuff," she hums, holding back her tears. "How long will you be away for?"
"Until I find myself."
"That might be a long time."
"It will."
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FanfictionFor years as a sculptor, you felt detached from your own work - unable to title them, describe them, name the most basic emotions that artists should be in tune with. A chance encounter with a man one winter night finds you in a journey of finding y...
