Korean Story Set

memory

A burst of orange on the western horizon, the sea water flushed and swallowed the orange fireball that was heating up all day. I witnessed the shahdu with him who is now beside me, grasping a strand of fingers. Close-fitting.

For a second that I did not feel, the night displaces the illumination of the last light in Pohang with its distinctive hand icon. I was still solemnly standing facing the sunset earlier. Stay with him. He's the one that never shabbed out of my mind.



The scattering sea ushered the froth to the edge of my gilded foot that was parallel to his. Peaceful heart. The waves also race with this heartbeat. The deeper I get in his heart. With the reflection of the silver moon and the swirling of the sand again demanded that I dissolve in his peaceful love. Jeon Jung Kook's.

“tomorrow I return to Seoul,” those words disperse me. It is not until the heart has escaped from this heaven, from it.

“hmm,” then that response nailed the atmosphere. It's really heavy when you think you have to move. There is a sense of unwillingness to take off this grip. His hand slowly stretched out from the armband, holding my shoulder as if upholding my guts. After a full wait. He returned with his brilliance as part of the stars. With my heart full of my name there.

“aku will not go far anymore,” he said full of emphasis. Kerling her eyes glistened with the moon at the tip of the nyiur. The glass in his eyes broke apart and then took off on his cheeks. Tightness returns to ensnare between this handcuffed love.

“I assume it is a promise!” my eyes were still holding back the pain that had returned to compensate for it breaking to pieces in regretful tears. Then the sobbing collided with the waves among the corals.

“appointment!” after that affirmation our little pinkies tied a promise to meet again. On here. With the same light of the moon and wind. The same guy.

“sayang..” His description. The fortress we built was over so strong as not to cry. These four eyeballs no longer collide other than pouring the burden of longing from heart to cheek. The sting from the stifled sobbing.

“Jeon Jung Kook, saraphae!!” that was the last sentence before I slammed into his arms. Feeling the pain in his chest that was as painful as me now. The second pain when he is no longer completely mine, he belongs to many of them fans.

My gaze glared far, as far as the first sunrise in Korea was in this place. The snow adds to the slap. What the hell is he doing? After the crack of my heart crumpled like a tank grinded war the difference between my heart and mind. Your cause. You're behind this slump.

All the snow has been satisfied to hit me immediately I am relieved, let alone the sound of nature, the waves in the sea Pohang! Like the whistles of my new year's romance yesterday with him. I'm happy! Remaining this inner crumb after the statement that is not true at all. Pain when you have to wake up and swallow bitterly from a lump of fate that thorny.

“aku happy!” my bitter smile rose after it was shattered by the cries that had been held back since.

“aku happy!”

“later, I'll be back! The promise is still the same, it still exists!” lastly, before I turn and move from this place and hold my head from looking at the one yesterday. But the fact that I failed, the most beautiful shadow is here with you. Dear…

“JEON JUNG KOOK, SARANGHAE!!” I shouted without reply, after which my throat choked. Still the same, no different as the first time I said it in front of him that was always cold. Then I had to wait for his answer a month later, waiting for him years to see him achieve his dream. Really long story. How after his reply he became a hug in my cold, an umbrella in my heat, a mat in my fall. It was still a warm memory of that when I was forced to clash my mouth with another girl who tried to tease her.

Then time rebuked me. I realized that last night and that promise was almost a year away. He who was with me yesterday was only my delusion, the silhouette I built to fill his place that was not filled with other love. I realized once again that he was calm. There, along with an angel who might have made her happier than by my side.

The incident strangled me for a number of times. Time where he had to pit his life with a car and asphalt. Staring a smile even though his breath ended in count and soundly in peace. With the last and most beautiful memory, with promises he has not kept.

I'm still the same, your fan and your lover. Not the first but the last, gradually swallow time with the arms and hugs that still feel real