&&. the things we can't forget ;; yoongi + jimin
Once, when Jimin was smaller, he kept an eye out on one part of the sidewalk. The first time he saw it, it was smooth and flat, as if it were untouched by the activity of neither man nor nature. And as the years went on, the pavement started to have little craters formed by rain drops that fell like bombs in the sky. He guessed that they just appeared — just like that — drop after drop; but slowly, gradually, while time went on and painted over the colors of the world. He hadn't really noticed, until he took one good look on it.
Humans were like that too, his father had told him when he asked.
"They change over time, after every storm that dropped raindrop after raindrop, they'd cave in and eventually, they won't be the same," the man once said, "and they'll be past the point of recognition. Don't give your trust so easily, son. Once, there was a time when mankind found trust even in the darkest corners; but now, we can't tell the difference between the truth and lies. Careful steps out there, kid. I won't be here for long."
Funny, how he thought that he and the people around him would be the same forever and ever.
And it was like that with him too — the lazy one; a bit shorter than Jimin, but there was no denying that talent. And Jimin was a fool to give his trust so easily towards that traitor. May his soul be damned. Whatever. He was gone — and as good as dead, well...to him anyway.
He wasn't dead, not yet. And though he prayed, hoped, and desperately wished for that bastard to die, deep inside, he wished even more that he was safe, sound, alive, well, and happy, even.
There are just thing's we don't forget; and can't forget. Just like tomb stones of a past dead and long buried under our tongues, they're hard to ignore.
The hunter had been wandering outside the walls. He had looted a few things too — some fresh game, things to make arrows out of, and the like — and he had kept them in a backpack that hung on his shoulder. Though, at the moment, Jimin only wanted to go home. He only hoped, though, that he wouldn't be patrolling the walls tonight.
But, unfortunately, that was not to be.
