Lie to me because I can't come back to you

      Time is merciless, spares no one. Days, months, years pass, and nothing seems to change, only if you look at the “surface”. Now you are running home from school with your best friend, and it doesn’t matter, physically or mentally, you communicate non-stop, laugh together, miss, feel sad for and without reason. You go to each other's sleepovers, arguing over who gets to sleep on the floor. And tomorrow you will be holding crumpled paper letters handwritten by a dear person, saturated with something soft and so close. It's like this person is standing right in front of you, sharing secrets and expressing feelings. Desire to press, hug and never let go.     "Hey Yoongi-hyung. Sorry it took so long to reply. Because of the exams, they even banned the take-off of planes, not to mention mail, even though we are in the same country. I hope you prepared well, which is a must if you want to graduate from university and find a good job. I heard that in Daegu got very cold, take care of yourself and your already poor health, please. Cover yourself with a warm blanket in the evenings and drink hot tea. My mother received an offer from one company, and they sent us a lot of different types of tea, I put a couple in an envelope for you, I hope they will cheer you up, or at least warm you up. Today, for the first time this year, I took out and put on my blue cardigan. Apparently I stopped growing, because he is still my size. Brings back memories... I miss your support so much. All I can do now is wait. I miss, Your Minnie."           flashback          It was the start of a new school year. New city, new thoughts, new life. My parents fought a lot since I was born. For a long time, the thought didn't leave me that the reason for their disagreement was me. Therefore, my mother couldn't stand it, she took me away and we went to her parents in Busan. On their own, with no money. Get by. Stupid? Yes, but there was no other choice. My father drank, drank a lot and didn't see the edge. I learned a lot from him and loved him very much, but once, he attacked my mother with a knife, and that was the last straw. Domestic violence is the most disgusting thing that can happen. Six months later we found ourselves in another city.        Secondary school. I remember how the new class teacher introduced me to the class. But apparently I wasn't the only one who was new. Nearby stood a short boy with chubby cheeks, long brown hair and a surprisingly sweet smile. He looked so pretty and friendly. The complete opposite of me. Thin, nondescript, with coal-colored eyes and such pale skin that some thought that I was ill with something. I was always very ill, but sometimes it even played into my hands, I could often skip classes due to a “made-up” illness . Little Yoongi remembered the greeting of this bun forever.          – Hello, my name is Park Jimin, which literally means “May wisdom reach the sky”. I lived near the center of Busan, and it so happened that now I'm here. Hope we get along, thanks.        – Thank you, Yoongi, Jimin, you can take empty seats, and we start the lesson, – after waiting for the boys to move a little further from the blackboard, the teacher began to write down the topic.          It's impossible to call it an accident that there were only two free desks left in the room at the end of the class. They didn't talk much after that. Until Park got bullied in seventh grade.        The bell rang for recess, during which everyone eats. Jimin was left alone in the classroom and, taking out a bento, the boy divided the wooden sticks and began to eat. Suddenly, three people entered the classroom. Looks like high school students. They surrounded him: one sat on a desk with his legs crossed over the other, the second stood right in front of him, and the third just stood next to him.         – Hi, doll, eat what mommy cooked, right? – the second said disgustingly.       – What do you need?       – Would you like to earn some money with your sponges? It seems that they are trained, – the same guy approached Park's face.          All four are so busy that they didn't notice the presence of another person in the room.        – You will get now in your fucking face. What the fuck is going on here, who are you? – Yoongi approached the guys with a can of soda in his hands.      – So that’s how children talk to adults now. You're a friend of this cheeky, as I understand it, – the first one grinned, but before he could finish, Min waved and splashed the drink right in his face.      – If I see you next to him again, you will be disgraced in front of the whole school. Jimin, we're leaving, – Grabbing Park's hand and throwing a backpack over his shoulder, they left the office, heading for the exit of the school.          flashback end   “Hello again, hyung. I was very excited to receive your reply. It's all good, right? Honestly, I was surprised that you got into Seoul University. That's so far. But for so long you dreamed of becoming a composer of songs that would inspire people and save their lives. It seems that we should get used to our constant moving, but someday the distance between us will become so large that we won't be able to visit each other even once a year. Because of this, my feeling of loneliness increases at times. I am staying here in Busan. In my free time from school, I will help my mother with the bakery. Recently I found old photos from high school, put a couple in your letter, see how the time comes. I was able to enter the School of Arts and I will study to be a choreographer and at the same time a vocalist. Now I train a lot, so I am writing a letter on the train. The first snow fell in the city today. You have to wear a warm coat and a long scarf. It's already impossible to walk in the evenings, it's very cold. I hope you will be happy in Seoul. Take care. Your favorite dongsen."            It so happened that at the end of high school, I had to go back to Daegu with my mother. I have never felt such loneliness, such emptiness. Previously, Jimin always filled it: in sunny, cloudy weather, in snow and hail. When it was very bad – he was there and never left me.        The cold wind cuts through the gloomy faces of passers-by, I don’t want to be among them either. I slowly walked towards the station, listening to a quiet melody in my headphones, which was so suitable for the local atmosphere. The city, which was snowy from morning to night, became sad and dull. Only bright signs and street lights kept the balance. Stations filled with people heading home from work. Their boots were soaked through with falling snow.   “Dear passengers, we ask for your attention! The arrival of the Gyeongbusong Line train at Yongsan Station is delayed by 20 minutes due to heavy snowfall.”          Only at that moment I remembered such a property of trains as being delayed.   “Dear passengers, due to large snowdrifts, arrival is delayed for another 10 minutes, we apologize for the inconvenience caused.”          The sound of wheels, the fields covered with snow outside the window, the light reflecting on the glass and lost thoughts. An unplanned trip is the best trip.   “Dear passengers, we ask for the deepest forgiveness for the current situation. At the next station, we have to make a 2-hour stop.”         Time hate me. I am holding a sheet in my hands – a response to a person, I didn't send it. The dearest person. At such moments, it seems that time lasts an incredibly long time. Every little sound starts to scare. So many questions that I could never write and so many words that I want to say. The train went from station to station incredibly slowly, and made incredible long stops at each of them. As a result, having traveled 7 hours and, finally, finding myself at one of the Busan stations, I ran out of the car and headed for the exit. I don't know why I'm running, I didn't even warn anyone. What will be his reaction, what will happen after we meet? But I know one thing – he is waiting. He waited 4 years and at the time he's waiting.          Now, standing in front of the door of the apartment, I recall absolutely everything. One call and everything changes. Forever.          Knock and the door opens.          A guy appears in front of me a little shorter than me, with pastel pink hair, reddened eyes and a surprised look that is directed at me.          – H…hyung? – Jimin whispered in disbelief.        – Minnie, I’m back, – Yoongi thinks that he has never smiled so widely and joyfully.          I saw tears in his eyes, and I realized that I could no longer hold back my emotions. He came up to me and hugged me, hugged me with such force that it hurts. I didn’t want to let go, as if you let go, you would end up in your empty apartment in Seoul, completely broken. But it's not a time for such thoughts, because right now he's the happiest man in the world.Yoongi will find Jimin everywhere, even if he has to go to the ends of the world on foot, he will do anything for his sun.          – Jimin.        – What? – Park whispers somewhere in the guy’s shoulder.        – I love you, – pressing him with his whole body, Min began to cry.          Finally, I'm at home.