euphoria°°°

                                                                     
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The beauty of seeing bloomed cherry blossoms

When the world is in the second place,

when you feel free

and feel good not wanting this to end.

A feeling of inner weel-being that just few people can make you feel.

A beautiful condition that can become an addiction.

Jungkook, sat on a bench in the middle of spring; people walking, children playing,

cherry blossoms falling on the street coloring it,

the good scent in the air.

Him, caught watching the place around him; always him, he felt as a free spirit,

he felt that he could finally taste the liberty that he desired for so long;

there, on that bench, he could finally feel happy and that happiness gave him such great joy that he smiled without noticing it.

The dark and sad periods,

the periods when he cried

became just a vague memory replaced by the beautiful sensation of peace that he finally found

he finally reached his goals and he could finnally live as he wanted to

he felt like he was finally important for someone, that someone appreciated his being

his bad habits

his good ones.

He no longer felt judged, obliged to do what he didn't want to and he felt the complacency knowing that he was being appreciated for his work, what he loved to do.

Always on that bench he thought over what could have happened if he had chosen differently,

if he hadn't followed his dreams but what others wanted from him

and thinking and thinking his happiness increased.

He smiled, because he chose the right things,

he smiled because he was satisfied with the goals he had achieved.

There, on that bench, he didn't notice the time that flowed

The sun started setting

The temperature started getting colder,

people started going back home

everyone but him.

He was too caught up in the euphoria that was invading his person

And there, he was happy.

The phone rang,

Rang again,

and while it was about to ring for the umpteenth time the boy took it,

without observing who was calling he answered,

a worried person on the other side and jungkook started talking:

"Today I decided to spend some time on my own, to reflect.

I wanted to thank you, you are what gave me the strength and the courage to continue on my journey

You are part of me and part of my life, something I can not do without.

You are the cause of my euphoria. "

In pronouncing these words a tear ran down his face,

it was not a tear of sadness but a tear of infinite joy and immense gratitude towards the person he was talking to.

He hung up and finally got up,

he started walking towards his house

and isn't it bizarre?

How much a person and the support from this can change and improve another?

And in this case it's you.

You who are reading

You are the cause of his euphoria.

hey guys, this is the 1st story I write, it's a little short but I hope you liked it! in this case the person who called him represent you armys who always worry for our boys! I wanna say thanks to everyone who read all this story, and I wish you could comment what you liked or what you didn't, if you liked it follow me and share it with your friends! have a good day, I wish the best for you all