It had been a year since Grace left the world, the wounds left by her on Jimin's heart still fresh, bleeding like open scars every now and then.

Spring.

Summer.

Autumn.

Winter.

Every season which had its own beauty felt colorless, the cackling of dry autumn leaves beneath his feet were soundless, the spring cherry blossoms and the vivid fragrance of flowers in the air was as if his olfactory senses were shut tight. The dry wintery snow or the bright sun which shone were no longer having their specifications.

The only time which made him forget about her was when he was with his bandmates or his fans. Their collective love and motivation would help the emotions which built up inside his chest.

But still nevertheless.

How could he actually forget that Grace no longer existed, her flesh which made him feel like home was now just a fistful of ash. Her image was way too vivid in his memory.

The way he would lay his head on her lap,

or the way she would smile at some illogical childish act he did,

the way he kissed her and the way she spoiled him with all her love and care.

Everything they did, all flashed like a broken record.

Death won Grace, his love couldn't stop her from giving up. No amount of support, sorrow, empathy, sincerity, strength or weakness can cure the wound of death left. The only solution was to grow numb against it, to learn a lesson or two. But even these lessons won't be helpful when something comes like a tsunami yet again, washing us over to the other side of the world- alone and desolate making us desperate for a human touch to refill that space.

But some things are always irreplaceable. So was Grace.

The times in which he had to act like everything was normal were even more cataclysmic on him at times. Find a distraction. His therapist said to him once and he did. But not once was he successful. The dates would be shallow, the words sometimes would take him back to his ex love.

So he gave up trying. He let it be, decided to come to peace with it. He was floating in a hopeless void, his only escape from that depressing abyss filled with memories of her which made him elated or made him cry so hard that he felt physically sick was by his bandmates or his fans.

Until he sat across from a woman on the dining table, the image of that night was too picturesque- the big words she spoke which made her look extra nerdy. The sense of independence she craved for made her look respectable. She was like most women except she had her own touch to it just like everyone was unique in their own way.

Don't be yourself, better yourself. She said while stuffing tteokbokki in her mouth. It was kind of clear now, she was intimidating and Jimin, well he was a bit too curious about her now. I'm Min Daehye, no need to introduce yourself, you're one of the 50 korean men I find way too hot. Her straightforward introduction marked his mind quite well.

Her physical touch was the exact thing which no one was fulfilling from the past two years, the emotional support they gave to Jimin lacked any depth unlike Daehye who was a natural empathizer.

Can I kiss you? No she would answer in full sarcasm but he leaned in anyways. Almost 7 years younger but she acted more maturely than him at times. But now, Daehye seems to occupy his mind more than ever. No she just wasn't a simple distraction.

She made his heart go haywire just like Grace did. And now Jimin found it tough to decide whether she was a distraction from Grace, a replacement or someone who would mark his heart. 

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I finished Sputnik Sweetheart in two days and god it's so good, I was so mystified in the end. like hell. 

I never really like give a description of what Jimin felt so here's one, I guess I'll do one for Daehye as well after some chapters. For now this is one hell of a confusing story at times, if you feel confused at any point- comment ill reply back- and yes vote its motivating.