Ghost of you |jikook|✔️

Fifteen

Round innocent eyes, although dark and the colour of onyx—it's like a storm waiting to happen. A calm before the storm, ready to crack at any minute. Though after every storm passes, there's a small light peaking out of the clouds, though barely visible, and there's still rain and broken terrain—it's there. It's there while the rain has calmed down to a drizzle, while the earth is quieting down to nothing but a slow rumble. It shines through, warming everything in its embrace, warming anything it touches—just that small peak of light can brighten up the dark spots.

He's got sweet lips, and a birthmark underneath his bottom lip. You'd have to look really closely to notice it, it's perfectly in the centre, right underneath the mouth that speaks in broken sentences because he's to afraid to say stuff that ends up hurting him in the long run.

He doesn't speak much words anymore, everything's turned to a mere whisper—if you wanted to hear him you'd have to reach out. Break down every wall that he's worked so hard to build.

I want to help him.

Not because I was told to, but because the more time I seem to have spent with the human, the more that he made me feel human.

I didn't think that was possible for any AI, any AI that although one might have worked hard on you to feel and act normal, every AI knows deep inside that they don't feel anything but. You're like an empty shell with empty words and feelings, that's me.

Park Jimin—or a fragment of Park Jimin.

I know something that most don't, something that only me and my creator know, but I don't know.

Atleast I think I know.

I want to know, because I know I feel different.

I know that when I look at the human; I feel what humans speak about is warmth. Or how I'd put it is, when spring hits and the cherry blossoms bloom.

I feel like cherry blossoms are warmth, and it's a rare and very occasional thing when they bloom.

In this case I'd think that cherry blossoms have bloomed in my chest, because every time
I see him I feel it.

And when I do, I want him to feel it also.

Not towards me, if one would think, but to feel in general. I want him, to feel alive again.

Even though I'm an AI, an artificial human being.

Jeon Jungkook is the one, the one who has a beating heart but he lives his life without feeling it.

He's numbed it down to his very core, pushed his heart away and locked it into the cages of his ribs.

He's forgot how to live and I want to push him towards the feeling of cherry blossoms blooming in your lungs, now this can either suffocate him even more, or make him feel alive again.