Short imagines with BTS ships-Book 2

Minjoon (sad)

Let me tell you about a boy I once knew and loved. He had soft eyes, that could make everyone feel better. He had plump lips which always seemed to smile. He had soft hair which was always styled to perfection. He had a laugh which could make everyone feel better. He had a body people would feel jealous of. He had a personality like an angel. But behind his soft eyes, tears were pressing. Behind the smile, sadness lured. Behind the perfect styled hair were nights where it was a mess. Behind the laugh, screams were hidden. Behind the perfect body was a need to be perfect. Behind his angelic personality, the devil was calling him. His name was Jimin. He was the love of my life. Until he was gone. Gone with the wind. Like a magic trick. His mind became lost.
We met when we barely knew anything about the world. In High School. We shared glances across the hallway filled with admiration. I at that time only knew the Jimin, I described first. I didn't knew what lay beneath it all. I wonder if I had known then, had I made the decision to ask him on a date. Would I have dropped the rock in the river until we both threw them in the cold water, only to build a wall the water couldn't break through. If it had saved him, then no I guess I wouldn't have. Despite the many happy times we spend together.
By the end of High School we both had fallen hard for each other. We had then been together for two years. I knew his troubles. He knew mine. I knew about the nightmares which haunted him every night. The same one every night. A car hit his parent's car. They were dead in an instant. Jimin watched them die. I held him as he cried out their names. I knew about the nights where he had fits of anger, messing his hair up, throwing things around and screaming things, until he slowly came down and cried into my arms. I knew of his attempts to hide it from everyone else. To seem perfect by maintaining a good body and a sweet smile. I knew that he was broken and the devil was calling for him to join them. I knew he was seeing a therapist once a week, and had for years. Despite all I knew, I loved him. Despite it all, I never wanted to leave him.
We grew up together but never grew apart. We went to college near each other, and we kept our love strong. He still had it hard but he managed and he got better. We found comfort in each other's bodies and minds, just as we had done since High School.
We finished college and moved in together. By this point he wasn't nearly as broken as before. But good things only last a short period of times. He got a job. His dream job. He was feeling the pressure. The nightmares returned like an old friend and settled in. His anger drove him to throw things nearly everyday. I tried to protect him but to protect someone from one self is near impossible. He cried their names every night and would utter mine in the morning. Begging for me hold him and chase his misery away. I did as he wished. I would have done everything for him. I still would, if he was to ever utter my name again, I would be there. Though I know is near impossible.
He had to quit his job and I provided for us both. He begged me to never leave him and I promised him to never do so. He got better again and we got married after seven years together. He worked part time and life was happy. He was happy. The devil rarely called his name, my voice having replaced it instead. We kept finding comfort in each other's bodies and minds. I loved him. I still do. I love him. Park Jimin, I love you so much and is not your fault. I never blamed you. Life is cruel and no mercy has ever been giving.
Let me tell you about a boy I knew and love. Despite your thoughts right now, he didn't leave me. He was taken from me. Taken from me by this cruel world. He was happy, I was happy. We were going to start a family. We had a life together. He was getting better. Then on a dark evening as rain was fallen heavy, he got hit by a car. He didn't die. He didn't join his parents. He went into coma. He's been in coma now for nearly a year. I don't know him anymore like I use to. All I know now is his closed eyes. His sealed lips. His non styled hair. His quiet mouth. His motionless body. His locked up personality. I hope Jimin is still in there, fighting his way out. He's the love of my life. I don't care if I never get to know him like I use to. I'll never leave him. Until the day he utter my name, may it be on earth or in heaven, I'll stay by his side. He's the boy I knew, he's the boy I love. Nothing can change that, not the devil or the world.
So there you go, now I've told you about the boy I knew and love.

I know this story was sad but still Happy Birthday to the best leader ever, Namjoon! I hope he has/had an amazing birthday ^.^