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•christmas break• (jimin/a) part 2

this is boring me so much but it's real life so it's really boring HAHAHA

xEnjoyx

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Christmas Break PT. 2

I was walking down the park, the casual stroll I usually do on a Saturday night. It was nearly midnight, less than a day until I leave this town. I reminisce every time I walk here when I knew I was moving, I wanted to remember everything, how beautiful it was, how bright it looked in my eyes, how much it felt like home. The streetlights looked gloomy during night, but it turned everything like a painting to me, the lights made the bushes lining the road, the road itself, even the people look like a vintage movie. Less were walking down the pavement unlike during the day where some was busy with work, some was walking for leisure, but what they all have in common was looking contented, happy with their lives. I felt like I was the only one grieving about everything. I felt guilty for being such a wuss about everything. I felt disappointed in myself because I was sad about everything.

Then, I saw him in another's arms.

For a second, I didn't react at all. My body won't even process the face that I saw. My mind was blank and my eyes rejected the fact that Jimin was standing right beside a beautiful woman, her arms linked on his. I was stood far across from them, they were on the other side of the road and talked like they were the only people in the world, they didn't even leave a single glance off each other.

Only a month we've been apart, but he looked happier.

Just like what I was doing, they were doing a walk like normal couples do. My eyes were following them with their fancy outfits, Jimin wearing the usual tuxedo with a black tie and the girl he was with was in a tight red cocktail dress.

They looked, great for each other.

I was stood there, unknowingly dropping tears down the cement road. My eyes were betraying me by not even hesitating on staring at Jimin and the girl, and by crying shamelessly for a stupid guy. A stupid guy that didn't even have the time to think about how it would feel like to lose someone. I was going to stop myself and leave immediately, but curiosity took over me when I saw them walking inside a known restaurant in our street.

I would have slapped myself if I could, but my feet were hastily walking across the damned road, vehicles started to honk and it rang all over my ears, some even shouted at me for being crazy, but I was far off caring and my mind was occupied by so much I thought it would explode.

I tried my best to conceal myself from the crowd, barging in a short line at the entrance of the italian themed restaurant Jimin and the girl walked into. I didn't even realize that you were required to reserve seats a day before you eat there. I was in utter disappointment and I tried to reason out with the hostess standing on a podium as she checked her list.

"Sorry, ma'am. All the seats are reserved. You can come back tomorrow if you want, I will book a table for you."

My hands reached to my forehead, rubbing it gently as I smiled faintly.

"No, no. It's fine. Thank you." I felt hopeless, and especially disgusted by myself because of what I just did. Did I really just try to beg just to see something not even worth staring at?

I hid behind a pillar when my eyes laid on the huge front window of the restaurant, being able to see the interior and the people eating inside. My guts were in knots when I scanned the whole crowd, scared of what to see, what to expect.

Then I saw his face, cheerful in a way I've never seen before.

The girl must've said the funniest joke ever existing, because their smiles were twice as wide as ours, when we were together. My eyes were fixed on how Jimin moved his hand towards her, looking at her with pure admiration that sickened me. My fingers were curled up in a ball, and my lungs felt empty. The worse thing was I couldn't look away. I tried to look natural just so the passersby walking on the pavement wouldn't think I was crazy, but I was dying in a different way. I might be just being dramatic, but deep inside me felt so wounded I just wanted to stop everything.