sentiments / sɑ̃timɑ̃ / noun.
in english : feelings
meaning : an emotional state or reaction.

"You did what?!?!"

"Hahahahaha yes we dropped balloons on my boss's mercedes," Seokjin laughed while reminiscing the times he had with his friends with minseo on her bed. "Oh my GOD you what's the funniest part? The floor we were on was so high up that it created this dent on the car, like, this bending round shaped roof hole I can't- "

"And your boss didn't freak?!"

"Well he fired me the next day but meh- he was a dick anyway so I don't care."

"You and your friends were so wild. I could never do something like that."

"Yeah, Jungkook, Taehyung, Jimin, RM, Hoseok and Yoongi. They were so weird. Hoseok was the weirdest, called himself JHOPE and rapped all the time."

"Do you miss them?"

"Is that even a question? Of course. Its so weird addressing them in past tense."

"Have you visited them?" Seokjin shook his head.

"Maybe you can see them tomorrow. At your funeral."

"Yeah, never thought I'd be attending my own funeral. Whoever doesn't cry should feel ashamed of themselves." This joke caused Minseo to laugh out loud.

"Ayyy Seokjin-ah, I'm getting really tired, I need to sleep so if you don't mind...."

"Oh right, sorry I'm gonna go now."

"To where?"

"To wherever my feet take me," Seokjin smiled sadly.

"Ok, have fun. Goodnight."

"night, Minseo."

Seokjin disappeared from her sight and Minseo feel asleep almost immediately under the sheets from exhaustion.

Where am I supposed to go? Seokjin thought to himself as he walked to her front door. However, he stopped in his tracks as he realised he had nowhere to go.

Ah, I'll just chill in her house.

Seokjin teleported back into her room to find her sound asleep. Trying not to wake her up, he tentatively and very slowly sat down on her sinking bed right beside her. He examined her sleeping face, how her hair seemed to fall over her small nose so perfectly, and how the cuteness of her little pout was equivalent to 20 dancing sugar gliders in matching tutus. Her petite frame made her even more adorable, it made him want to protect her, sheild her away from all the evils in the world.

She's so beautiful. He thought to himself. but he shook his head as if to remove the forbidden thought, because well, he's dead.

Seokjin leaned back against her bedframe, and extended his hand to try to touch her hair.

Gasps, i can touch her.

He took the chance to caress her hair, he could feel the silkiness of her hair and the tenderness of her skin, to the warmth in her exhaled breaths. She was ethereal. Her hair wouldn't budge though. It's like he was touching but not touching. He was feeling, but not touching, if that made any sense?

He inched closer to her face with the initial intention to kiss her forehead but then retracted quickly realising the insaneness in what he was doing.

You're dead. You can't. He reprimanded to himself. He couldn't form attachments, he couldn't destroy someone else's life. It wasn't right.

He quickly got up from his position and decided to sit on the small sofa across the room.

I'll wait until she wakes up.

Deep down he knew, that if he could actually do stuff, he would be getting breakfast ready for her at 5, scrambled eggs, pancakes, you name it. He was a great chef.

Maybe she was right. My dead life now is boring.

Author's note :

hey ems here, changed the cover photo for this book cuz the previous one looked overfiltered. btw, would y'all read the next chapter if it wasn't really a chapter but a seokjin personality analysis?