2013

When the day had come for Jimin to leave for Seoul for good, your smile never once left your lips, wanting him to see you happy about his decision.

He had been a trainee for the past year at Bighit Entertainment, a small company located in Seoul. He were to debut as an idol in a group called BTS later this year.

His hard efforts this past year had made you worry for him, his constant dance-lessons, sleeping on couches at the company, the many nights without dinner, his at-times blank, worn out stare.

Nonetheless you were so proud of him for making it through the training period.
Now he was leaving Busan for good.

The train station were filled to the brim with travelers from across the country, several carrying big luggages, backpacks and reading the confusing overview of Busan's map.

In the midst of it all, you stood together with Jimin next to the train that were to take him to Seoul. To follow his dreams.

A smile still plastered on your face, you look over your shoulders the feeling of goodbye hanging in the humid spring-air.

You feel a pair of warm hands rub on your arms, making your eyes shift to him. A careful smile is on his lips, his shining eyes a mixture of excitement and doubt. He brings you to him, his arms reaching around your small body, taking you in his grasp.

You take in a deep breath, his significant and familiar cologne lingering in your nostrils, making you relax.

"I'll miss you so much, gem." He muffles in your hair, placing a small peck on the top of your head.

Your heart starts beating a little faster, the sudden feeling making you swallow the lump in your throat.

"I'll miss you too, Jimin."

As you pull apart, your hands holding on to the very last, before he steps inside of the train, trailing his bags after him.

You hold the smiling face, seeing him wave at you through the small window, lifting up your hand and wave back at him, your heart stings as the train starts moving.

The last thing you see is Jimin blowing out air on the window, small fog erupting, before he draws a little gem and points at it as he mouths: YOU.

As soon the train has left the station, your dark blue eyes looked as if an ocean had been caged inside of small glass marbles.

"Please don't leave me." You whisper to yourself.

Then the smooth spheres appeared to be broken; the blue ocean had started to leak, little water droplets streamed down your rosy cheeks.