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lovestrippedbare) wrote2021-04-16 01:40 pm
lovestrippedbare) wrote2021-04-16 01:40 pm
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One week later, everything still feels surreal.
When Namjoon first left town, time began to behave differently. Each day creeped by, the grief of one blending into the next. As the autumn days began to burn away at the foliage, yellow darkening to red and finally reaching a brittle brown, so too did the warmth seem to depart from Jungkook's surroundings. Yoongi left, then Seokjin. Jimin vanished. Even Hoseok and Taehyung didn't seem to have much time for Jungkook anymore once they'd graduated, leaving Jungkook alone at school, with each day melding into the next.
Jungkook became accustomed to that version of time — slow, thick, suffocating. Locked in those days, Jungkook was convinced that he'd never escape. He would only ever know solitude. Isolation.
And then they came back. One by one, his friends began to trickle back into his life, jolting the sluggish train back up to speed. When Jungkook awakes, it's with his phone in his hand, text messages still open to convince himself that this is real.
If it weren't for his phone, nothing else would convince him of it. He still slips silently out from the house, sits on the same line to school, sits in the same chair, leaves those same gates.
Swipes past his lock screen.
That's real.
When Namjoon first left town, time began to behave differently. Each day creeped by, the grief of one blending into the next. As the autumn days began to burn away at the foliage, yellow darkening to red and finally reaching a brittle brown, so too did the warmth seem to depart from Jungkook's surroundings. Yoongi left, then Seokjin. Jimin vanished. Even Hoseok and Taehyung didn't seem to have much time for Jungkook anymore once they'd graduated, leaving Jungkook alone at school, with each day melding into the next.
Jungkook became accustomed to that version of time — slow, thick, suffocating. Locked in those days, Jungkook was convinced that he'd never escape. He would only ever know solitude. Isolation.
And then they came back. One by one, his friends began to trickle back into his life, jolting the sluggish train back up to speed. When Jungkook awakes, it's with his phone in his hand, text messages still open to convince himself that this is real.
If it weren't for his phone, nothing else would convince him of it. He still slips silently out from the house, sits on the same line to school, sits in the same chair, leaves those same gates.
Swipes past his lock screen.
That's real.