Reincarnated Souls || JJK

25: 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 ☁︎

"𝑨 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑, 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏. 𝑮𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 '𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒎 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒅"

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-Minji-

I sighed in frustration as procrastination lured me into its warm embrace which was obviously a disguise from a facade of sinister, keeping me within its cold limps as it kept pushing me away from doing anything. Idleness was a common thing among students, and yes with my tangled hair, frizzy with no proper care and crowding like a pile of twigs and leaves, being built for bird's nests and the heavy dark bags that weighed down my eyes in agony, begging for sleep. And yeah, I am a student who was going through a phase called. Exam time.

This was the last exam of the year and then we all will be graduated, just when we thought we were finally out of the 'student year' we are back in that area, tho it is University, it still feels the same as all the studying, so even when people say 'when you're in University you're not a student anymore' it feels like crap because hey, I'm still attending classes and studying like the student I was before.

Maybe I'm not able to concentrate since it's noon Maybe I should try studying at 8 pm. Like always.

I breathed in the essence of my room overlapped with the dullness of a rather non-productive person. I had a bit too much on my plate right now and it was frustrating yet I can cope if I put my mind to it of course. I couldn't believe it, my senior years were gonna end and all those times when I wished I'd walk out of school after graduating with Jungkook by my side were no longer going to occur. That thought and wish will forever stay in the farthest of my memory. All the things we planned ceased to exist and only existed within my memories.

I sighed as I got off my desk, and went to make myself caffeine. I chuckled at the yellow sticky note on the tiny cabinet with a smiley face and the words 'Hey!' It was from Namjoon- when in the police station- from all these weeks I'd not once thought of him after our last meeting, this was the first time. I didn't even know if I wanted to think of him.

Sighing once again I asked my friends how their studying was going on and while the others said they were on the brink of death, Jimin said he was 'studying' how to copy. I knew him well enough to know he wouldn't copy and heck ace more marks. He's such a douchebag.

While deep in thought I couldn't help but deliberately try to shift my mind onto a lad that hadn't been on my mind much.

The charisma he radiated off peculiarly kept me coiled around those eyes, tho he said a lot about himself and what he was like I couldn't help but wander my finger onto the places between my mind, telling me something was missing, like the blank spaces between each word that completes any sentence, like the halt of music at certain times only to recap and start melodically again. But at the same time, those blank spaces are needed for the two things, without them a kind of tarnished flaw would occur. Sentences won't make sense, and the music's harmony will fade. That's why even amidst what I witnessed and know of him, the blank spaces included- felt favourable. A feeling of calmness because of those void spaces. It felt right and I'm not talking of the romanticized way of how and what you feel when in love, of the things I felt with Jungkook. No. I'm talking about life and the light it provides us with. I'm talking about coincidences and the way a human feels, the way a human crumbles, the way broken pieces seem to fit perfectly better than the fixed ones.