Love.
It is a beautiful word. One that is spoken so wonderfully about in poems and songs.
It is a beautiful feeling. One that is sparkling in the eyes of couples and is felt through their touches.
But every coin has two sides.
As much happiness at...
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"Have I lost myself?"
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We enter out cute little home. It was located closer to the outer edges of the city, away from the hustle and bustle, its own quiet surrounding it. It had two bedrooms. One was of course where Jimin and I stayed: a king sized bed, two nightstands, and a vanity set up within. A walk-in closet and full restroom came attached with the room. The other room we had converted into a dance and art studio.
Jimin would practice his dances, after all he was the dance teacher at Seoul's Dance Academy. It was actually the one that Jungkook currently attended. I on the other hand was an artist, dabbling with paintings and sketches. I would go around the country to put up exhibitions.
Somehow my artwork and name because a huge deal as people would come from everywhere to either take a glance or buy my artwork. Currently I was working on something huge, but still needed to speak with Jimin about it. More like wanted to surprise him with it.
Then came our living room, housing two leather couches, a glass coffee table and a plasma TV. It connected to our backyard, which was quite big and had it's own covered patio for when the boys would be over to barbecue or anything like that. A small dining area sat behind the living room, a round table with seven seats filling the space. This was connected to the medium sized kitchen which was fitted with dark mahogany cupboards and white marble tops.
The house wasn't quite big, but it was homey and comfy, just the way both Jimin and I liked it. He was one to care more for the more humble abodes, rather than large mansions that showed off one's wealth.
It was one of the many things that I had come to love about him.
Jimin immediately heads towards the kitchen to fix us something to eat, his hand slipping out of mine as he throws me a quick smile over his shoulder. I call out to him, letting him know I was going to take a quick shower. My cheeks were still slightly burning from our display of affection, but my heart was also still heavy from what we had talked about.
No matter how hard I tried, I could not stop thinking about Jungkook. I know Jimin was right that he would never be one to pretend to care, but something nagged at me. He may not hate me, but I felt as if the reason he had become so distant did have to do with me, but I couldn't understand why.
I toss the keys of the car on the nightstand in our room, heading to the closet to pull out a pair of sweatpants and a gray tee. Grabbing a fluffy brown towel, I move to the bathroom where I strip out of my clothes before moving under the warm water I had turned on.
As the warm water caressed my skin, I could not help but dive back into my previous thoughts. First came to mind was Jimin.
I had met him two and a half years ago at one of my exhibitions. At the time I wasn't a much sought after artist and he had immediately caught my attention in the midst of the fifteen people that had attended. His smile, fluffy orange hair, small body, and kind eyes had immediately attracted me.
