This is Park Jimin's Butterfly Yeoju
EP.40 It's a butterfly
비서
My lord, we're leaving soon. Get ready quickly.
박지민
...
Jimin raised his head slightly at the sound of a voice behind him.
He was neatly dressed in a white shirt, vest, and tie.
Jimin, who had been looking at himself in the mirror, ran his hand through his hair, put on his underwear, and left the room. Everything was done in silence.
박지민
.....
Before we knew it, it was spring. A new semester, a new beginning.
Time did not wait for Jimin.
Fortunately, the bullet grazed Jimin's forearm and side. However, he was scolded that if it had hit just a little further in, he would have died instantly.
박지민
"Dad, Dad, those gunmen aren't very skilled. Shouldn't they be aiming for the heart, no matter who their opponent is?"
Jimin lamented that he hadn't died instantly that night. For the sole survivor, the remainder of his life meant the beginning of endless loneliness.
The mansion became a dead space. It was because Jimin had lost his voice. After a while of causing a ruckus, calling out to butterflies, Jimin finally shut his mouth.
I didn't laugh, I didn't cry, I didn't get angry.
When expressing one's intentions, one would nod slightly or nod one's head instead of speaking.
Jimin no longer threw tantrums. Every morning, he'd wake up on his own, get ready to go, and sit down at the table to eat his meal mechanically.
I chewed just enough food to keep me from dying.
Naturally, his father's command followed.
회장
'Are you rebelling now, you little punk?'
At that shout, Jimin opened his eyes wide and looked at his father, then shook his head.
박지민
I'm mature. I'm not rebelling.
But I kept those words hidden behind my throat
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As he moved up a grade, the classroom got a floor higher, but Jimin still went to his old class and opened the back door.
Then, when he opened his eyes wide and met the eyes of his juniors looking at him, he closed the door and headed to his class.
Opposite the back door. Where the chair had been. Jimin liked to quietly look down at that empty space.
There were many times when I stood there for a long time, blinking without even realizing that class had started.
Jimin often saw visions of the heroine walking down a quiet hallway, her shoes clanking, with chairs placed in empty spaces.
Sometimes, the female protagonist would play a phone game while shaking her legs.
박지민
Ugh.. Butterfly..
As I was groaning because I had lost my voice, the illusion completely disappeared.
Jimin often pressed his face against the empty space. The place where there was a welcome.
"Park Jimin, Jevil, come to your senses."
Various people approached Jimin, shaking him and talking to him.
'I'm trying to protect you. I'm not crazy.'
Jimin swallowed his words, facing the blank wall. Occasionally, he would smile faintly. It was because he felt like a butterfly was stroking his back.
박지민
Besisi) Ugh.. butterfly..
Jimin's spring passed by like that, empty.
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I always ate lunch at the same spot. Of course, I had no appetite, so I just counted the grains of rice.
I was staring blankly at a butterfly in the distance, chewing on its food. The way it ate, legs crossed, was so amusing that I forgot to stick out my tongue.
The butterfly followed suit and stuck its tongue out at the bee. Jimin chuckled at the joke.
'Park Jimin, are you okay?'
Jimin, who had been living with a blank expression for a while, looked into the air and smiled, causing his friends to express concern.
I shook my head and rubbed my eyes three times. Seeing that, Naji also rubbed her eyes three times, following Jimin's lead.
박지민
'Ah, what is it? Don't follow me -'
Jimin, who had been scolding me inwardly, smiled, emptied his plate, and gulped down water in his mouth.
And then I turned around and looked at the same spot again.
Oh, what is it? It's gone again.
I held out for quite a while today. Do you miss me? Do you miss me?
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Jimin, who was walking blankly, arrived at the music room.
A place filled with memories of just the two of them. A place they hadn't visited for a while since Yeoju left. Jimin carefully grabbed the handle and opened the door.
Phew, a hot wind blew across Jimin's face. As expected, no one in the music room was waiting for Jimin.
Jimin, facing the empty class, shook his head and scolded himself, something he hated hearing so much. In a rather cold voice.
박지민
'Wake up. Park Jimin.'
And once again, I trudged towards the classroom. The scenery in front of the classroom had changed.
The butterfly chair that had been hanging so tightly was placed in front of the classroom.
박지민
"I won't be fooled anymore. I'll live calmly. Now. I'm okay without you."
Jimin, who had made up his mind, closed his eyes tightly and opened them.
박지민
....
But the chair remained in its place. Jimin, who had been snickering, looked down at the chair.
이여주
.. I still have a habit of being late.
I heard a familiar voice. I also felt a familiar feeling wrapping around my waist.
I feel warmth from the smiling welcome.
Jimin blinked his eyes in disbelief at the illusion that was digging into his arms, but Hwan hugged him tighter.
박지민
What are you... what are you...
It was a voice that had been locked for the past few months.
Because of this, the sensation of the tongue moving felt awkward.
Hwan-yeon, who was standing facing Jimin without realizing it, gently stroked Jimin's cheek.
The corners of his lips were relaxed. His suit was neatly put on. His hair was neatly combed. Everything was the same.
박지민
What are you? Huh?
An anxious voice asked, "Who are you, the phantom that embraces me? Who are you, who embraces a warmth so vividly felt?"
Welcome replied, somewhat brazenly and somewhat proudly.
이여주
Me?
박지민
....
이여주
..butterfly, is.
It was a warm and affectionate welcome, the second self-introduction in my life.
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작가
It's finally over..!! There are some disappointing parts, but I feel like I did my best until the end 🥰 Please watch out for me as I'll be back with a more interesting story next time 🤙🏻
2020.02.11 THE END _
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