Y/N's P.O.V

It has been two days.

Still no signs of Jimin.

Worry fills my family, my parents had contacted the police since day one and yet no news from them had arrived to my family.

I wouldn't even call it a family, we're missing an important member.

I had stayed locked up in my room for days, drawing and painting masterpieces in my own comfort. To me this was a way to cope with my unfavored depression.

My parents had tried to get me out of this hellhole, but this very hellhole is comforting and warm at least and going outside would be very strenous. I don't wanna see anyone or anything from outside, I just want myself to myself right now.

The burden of having to think about my brother pains me so much I could choke myself to death, he was my best friend, my mother, and my father. And he fills the gaping hole Jae donned on me.

This was my very fear, to lose him and lose the filler in the hole. If I had just talked to him through it even if everything is confusing to me too this wouldn't have had happened, the inevitable pain that would soon crush my unwary self ticks slowly like a bomb, teasing and mortifying.

But he can't be dead, this place is desolate, almost no one comes here and if he had been dead then they would've found a body already.

But up to this day I still can't understand the look on his face that evening, he gandered at me like I was a stranger or more like a creature, completely unknown by my family. And for the very first time I felt like I didn't belong.

I can't let this take me away, I can't let it beat to me again. I have to live my life and hope for the best, I know he's alive somewhere but it's not here.

Sighing heavily I look at the flimsy paper underneath my cold and pale hands, it was a sketch of a single snowflake. It starts in the middle and stretches out into hands, its crystalline structure gives off importance and serenity as it falls with gravity. Pure and holy.

The heavy duvet falls and I push my heavy body up and then stare through the window, my legs shake as it struggles to keep me up. I look at the world outside, it had started to snow, another painful reminder of my brother.

He had promised he would watch with me the first snowfall together with my family, who would've thought the anticipated day would end like a disaster like this? A bitter feeling courses through me as I chuckle with sarcasm.

I take a pin from a drawer and I pin the snowflake on my wall, the wall itself is filled with my masterpieces making itself a beautiful mess as the organization's ugly. The snowflake is in the midst of my art, giving off pain and tragedy.

Drawing closer to the window I study the world outside, trees are painted with white as it travels through the roots in gradience, the lake is frozen all over and yet it still gleams when the sunlight hits the glassy exterior. It's still beautiful, even with the change of seasons.

Forcing myself I push the door open and a gust of cold air nips my skin, the door creaks as light enters through and converges with the dim light of my lamp so that it is one.

I close the door behind me slowly as I descend down the stairs, to my surprise my parents are sat on the couch, almost like they're waiting for me. Dark circles are prominent underneath their eyes as their skin sag.

They look broken, more broken than me.

I hadn't thought of that, I was too focused on myself I completely forgot about them.

Their faces light up at the sight of me, and the struggle of lifting their eyes up to me is too painful too see so I avert my eyes as I compose myself and gently squeeze the wooden rail of the stairs. With an arduous motion I approach them.

"It's a good thing you came out of that room," my father's hoarse voice fill my ears, he scuffles to conceal the melancholy. As the head of the family he has to stay strong and the responsibility weighs down on him.

We all have the knots deep inside us: Confusion, fear, pain, guilt, remorse, and it keeps piling up as the clock ticks.

"I'm going out," I whisper.

"Where are you going?" my mother asks with a tint of worry in her voice.

"Don't worry, I'm just going to the lake beside the house" I reassure and they nod in response.

Pushing the door open I notice the snowfall had become worse so I push the hood of my fleece jacket up to my head, covering my face with the hood, adjusting it I start to stride through the grass.

The frozen lake stands in front of me as I take in the cold air, I adjust my mittens as it started to get colder and colder to the point that it was unbearable. This is pointless, everything is boring here, it almost makes me want to go back to our old home.

Memories of my old home course through my mind making me squint in pain, every memory is with my brother. The way his eyes form crescents when he laughs genuinely and when he falls on the seat when he laughs hardly.

I miss that.

Come back you asshole.

Tears had started to fill my vision and it brims to the top until my eyes can't hold it anymore pours itself like a fountain; endless, steady.

Rubbing my eyes I decide to go back.

But my eyes caught something, or rather a pair of eyes by the forest, going back I look again to see if I'm seeing things and I was right. There really is someone there.

I squint harder with my blurry vision.

The person once again ganders at me, peering into my eyes as if to send a celestial package of stars and galaxy. His eyes glitter and flicker in conjunction with the frozen mass, the light hits and they coalesce to form a fulgent mass similar to that of an ember.

A beautiful, radiant ember.

If I'm not mistaken those eyes of his tell me something, something unknown and I'm yet to decode.

Taking a step back I peer at him.

No, I'm not going back,

I'm going to him.

He starts to retreat in the darkness and shoves his hands in his pockets. This winter may not be bad after all, if it weren't for this I wouldn't have gain a path to him.

With a flash I start to run towards him, my first step on the frozen mass sounding like a bulky mammoth, screaming its insides out in an incoherent sound.

I don't know why the ice sounded this way but I still continue my path, and with a sudden jerk through my veins a realization hit me; I'm walking on water.

And the mere thought sends a coarse of adrenaline through me as my legs sap with energy until it forms into solid and nimbles.

"Hey!" I call out and he hears from that long distance as his face taints with perplexity. He looks back again and further analyzing the situation his eyes widen as he understood.

I didn't care if the distance is great, I must satisfy my curiosity, he's been bugging my mind since that day and I won't let the opportunity slip.

The ice cracks under my heavy footfall, the sound echoes through my ear. But I am determined as my eyes stare through his, the wind supports me as it pushes me towards him.

I am too close to the finish line, like a cheetah I run fast and unstrained.

But with a great unfortunate, a part of the ice cracks sending my left leg through a hole, the cold burns my skin as I scrunch my face. If I move further the ice will crack and a disaster would soon fall upon me.

Looking up at him I ask for help with pleading eyes, he hesitates but then he slowly walks over to me.

Alarmed, aware, meticulous.

His footsteps fill my ears as dull pain starts to travel to the tip of my foot and through my leg, I stretch my hand out to him when he is near enough and he hesitates once again. This time panic courses through me and solidifies to fear, afraid he won't have the heart to help.

But he reaches out and takes my hand with trembling hands.

With the weight of shuffling movements, the ice cracks making the both of our eyes widen, and this time with a strong force and a haste look he pulls me up and holds my hand as he pulls us through a coarse through the ice. The cracks follow us and the inevitable feeling of doom fills in.

I close my eyes as I let him take me, his hold tightens and pulls me closer. And with a great fortune my feet lands on a firm but soft land, a contrast of the ice path we ran.

But my face fills with confusion, I feel hot and queasy. It's as if everything melted and only scorching heat remains.

Finally opening my eyes and looking at my surroundings there are no crystalline ice drops, or ice, or snow, or anything related to winter. The place is hot as a desert and is lit by sunlight, the scorching heat travels through the seams of my clothing.

This place does not have winter.

The man huffs as he lets go of my hand and then turns to me.

And with my denseness I finally realize.

I just made it to the other side of the lake.

And in the most wrongest time in my life I chuckle,

Really, really

Hard.

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[A/N]
UNEDITED
There may be mistakes as I haven't proofread yet, thanks for reading!