I Need Your Euphoria⇿ NamBTS

- One's Grief II -

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Was there ever any love,
Nor mercy in you?
Even if you say that it was true,
My doubts took me over,
Turning you into the monster,
The you I knew.
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A cold breeze sneaked past the cracks of the opened windows. Chirpings of a small flock of Robins sounded like a morning medley, filling the air with music.
The sun shone it's usual bright, if not brighter. It was like any other day, except it was so much more.

Because Jimin was feeling unusually happy.

Yawning, he flipped off the heavy covers of his white sheet and slipped on his slippers. Grabbing his black robe from the dresser, he did a little morning stretch as hi slid it on his well-toned figure.

Jimin walked over to his luxurious white marble-tiled kitchen, groggily and still not fully awake. He pressed the brewer, switching on the radio as he waited for his coffee. Jimin rested his elbows on the countertop and leaned in lazily as he struggled to keep his eyes open.

If it was yesterday, Jimin would've already skipped coffee by now. He was never a big fan of caffeine. A simple glass of juice usually would suffice for breakfast. His appetite was never too big and during the mornings weren't his stomach's best moments. Not to mention, he never admitted to be a morning person.

But today was different.

Jimin smiled, each sip of the bitter coffee seemed sweeter by the second. His thoughts pondered. The early birds that landed on his window tweeted merrily, singing its tune. The sight of it made his heart lighten.

The mood was set to a cheerful morning and Jimin loved it.

It's going to be a good day.

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Jimin couldn't finish his cup. He expected it, but he always hated the burnt sensation of coffees, so he wondered 'why even try?' No matter what the mood is, sweet, sugary-filled drinks will always be his energizer for the day.

Instead Jimin pulled out a fresh mug from the cabinets, poured in the remaining brew and fixed a small plate of bacon with eggs. It was a bit burnt but at the very least, decent.

Jimin placed the meal on a wooden tray and headed for the door far behind the hall, passed his living room. As he did, Jimin fumbled with his keys trying to unlock the knob.

The door opened with a click. Its heavy frame creaked loudly as it turns. Jimin took a deep breath nervously though he couldn't help but break into a smile.

This part of his mornings were always the best. The highlight of his day. The one that gives him strength. The only place where time didn't matter nor did his problems. It was Jimin's salvation. And he anticipated every second of it, cherishing the moments that filled his emptiness.

Beyond those doors held something that keeps him alive. Not literally, no, but it made him want to actually find the meaning of his own life instead of trying to blame all the hardships he had gone through and tried to end it.

Jimin found that without the presence of this wonderful, shining ray of light that was blessed upon him, he would be lost. And he intended to keep it that way.

He stepped into the dark basement.

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"Please let me go..."

"Oh? And where would you go?"

"H-home! I don't belong here..."

"But you belong to me, love. And that makes me your home."

" ...You sick fuck."

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