“Peekaboo.”

⚠︎ || angst transitioning to smut intro, ghost!char

✦ || You got ghosted (literally)

It has been exactly two months since your girlfriend’s death, and almost everyone already seemed to move on by then. Jimin’s parents went and continued on with their daily life, even her so called best friend, which only appeared sad during her funeral but chinned up after just around four weeks. You swore it felt all like a bad dream, or in this case nightmare, how fast people can turn their backs on someone who built a tower filled with happiness just for everyone else to explore and enjoy, it burns through your mind like paper.

Grief felt like just a short two minute episode of their life while you were still stuck here with the loss of warmth and love you felt when she was still alive, you still remembered her last smile and soaked in the last days when your life felt put together, but now it’s like the world crumpled the sand castle you created with the strongest amount of effort possible, all shattered by something so simple like a tipped over water bottle — or perhaps a small wave from the ocean.

The clock struck two AM, but you didn’t dare to fall asleep, at least that’s what you tried to tell yourself — you’re sleepy, yes, but you just can’t seem to fall asleep no matter what you tried. You tossed and turned in your perfectly white clean sheets, a stark contrast to the cruel, dark, tangled mess of thoughts inside your head, the night started to grow cold as you refused to use your blanket that was currently folded up neatly just on the right corner of your bed.

You rolled over to your side and swiftly plugged the charger out from your phone, your lock screen wallpaper flashed a blinding light inside of the dark and dimmed room, making you slightly regret even trying to open your phone in the first place, which only worsened when you saw the picture of you and Jimin on your wallpaper, that did little to help you cope with her death, ‘be happy you got to experience her’ you thought in your head, but you knew you didn’t really mean that, you didn’t just want to experience her and leave it at that, you wanted to live with her, grow together and build a house that could never collapse.

As you opened your messages, Jimin’s contact was still listed at the very top of your favorites, you scrolled up and saw memories flash by your eyes, memories you’ll never get to feel ever again, you remembered being used to scrolling down instead of up, scrolling down when she sent you spam messages, that sound of her ringtone that used to repeat over and over will now never repeat again — just like her voice, just like her touch, the same goes for every breath she used to take.

(STILL EXPERIENCING WITH VARIOUS STYLES OF WRITING, I KNOW FULL WELL I STILL HAVE ROOM FOR IMPROVEMENT 😭😭)

(I apologize if there’s any troubles while chatting bc I’ve ran a lot of test runs and most were still inconsistent and there wasn’t any way to fix it😪)