Time doesnt heal

Author's POV:

"Time. Didnt heal my heartbreak. It just made me forget what it feels like to be in love".

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Two years later

Camera flashes

Suga and Jimin were at the premiere of Suga's first album "Time doesn't heal". He had signed up with an American label two years ago. Some of the team members of the label had arrived to South Korea to look for artists who could sing and dance because now the kpop industry had been flourishing and many industries were opting for multi talented singers. They had heard about the street singer a lot on social media as he had gained fame for his mind blowing raping skills and they immediately offered him a contract for five years after auditioning him.

"Sir" called a young paparazzi who was being squeezed among the group of cameramen and media reporters.

"Yes" Suga replied adjusting his tie as it was getting hot and they've been answering questions for almost half an hour.

"Can you tell us who the album is about" she asked as loudly as she could.

"Well" he paused knowing that he couldnt tell the truth and he himself just didnt feel like explaining everything.

"It would ruin the experience for everyone who is listening to my music, I feel like everyone should have the chance to relate it to themselves" he answered the scars still aching and the wounds getting worse everyday.

"Okay that's it" called Jimin while the paparazzi were pleading for just another question. Suga along with Jimin and some other people from the the label walked out of the room.

He would describe his heartache as like a the music of a great orchestra. At times it was quiet and allowed him to function, at other times the violins would play and he would be sad, then at other times it would rise to a crescendo and the anger would burst from his chest in a vicious shout of anguish.

Barely sober at times, he was drunk right now while he begged his mind to function properly, he stumbled while getting in his big car.

"Are you okay" called Jimin while picking him up and hurriedly getting into the car

"Is he drunk?" Questioned a person behind the flashing cameras.

"He is tired okay, he barely gets enough sleep, so please give us some space" replied Jimin from the window of the big Mercedes which was owned by the company and immediately closed the window.

He never had a sober day if he could help it. He did everything drunk. He drove, shopped and went to work drunk.

His heartache was like a wolf eating at his chest, tearing it's way to his trembling heart. It threatened to devour him, eat him whole and leave nothing but scraps behind. But he refused to be the scraps she would leave. He would rebuild himself and fight off the wolf, but even after two years he was still figuring out how?

Suga's POV:

It was mid-morning and I still had a head that felt like an axe was planted in it. My eyesight struggled to cope with the daylight and I fumbled trying to get into the bathroom.

The hangover feels like a balloon under my cranium, slowly being inflated, pressure mounting. I splash cold water on my face just to feel something refreshing and instantly wish I could wash my brain free of the toxins too. But my only pleasure in this pain, an anti depressant for my depression;alcohol.

I went into the kitchen grabbed a glass of water and my throat was sore I felt it as water went down my mouth.

I opened up the kitchen cabinet, filled with bottles of alcohol, the dustbin filled with empty cans of beer and packs of cigarettes on the kitchen counter.

My life was a mess, where I wander; none have walked before. The scars that mark my body are strange to all living creatures. The abuse I have suffered at my own hand and of those I loved brought forth more tears than any dam could possibly hold.

"I wish I could hate you" I screamed while I sat down the cold floor.

Jimin walked out of the bathroom, worriedly asked "What happened?" and knelt down.

"Why did she do that to me?" I questioned him hoping for a solid reason, hot tears rolling down my cheek.

He patted on my shoulder and replied "She didnt deserve your love. You did nothing wrong".

That reply made my heartache more, if I did nothing wrong then why did she leave me?

I can't stop loving you. You betray my affections and leave my heart in shattered disarray of pieces. In this heartache the sun won't shine, birdsong passes as if the melody can't glide through the air as it once did before.

"When will you quit drinking and smoking" he asked while looking a the pile of ash and empty bottles of alcohol scattered around the whole apartment.

"Maybe never" I answered truthfully while getting up and grabbing a glass of water. My head hurting more after crying.

"Please dont drink till tomorrow, I beg you" Jimin pleaded while cleaning the kitchen.

"Easy for you to say" I answered lighting up a cigarette and getting on my couch.

"You have to sign contract for your new home" He shouted"Can you please be a bit mature and try to understand".

"You've never been through a heart break have you?" I questioned.

"I been in tons of relationship but after maybe a week or two I get over with them. Unlike you who has been trying to get over a relationship for the past two years".

"Its because you never truly loved anyone in those relationships".

"At least I am not ruining my life like you".

I didnt feel like answering and I just lay there staring at the white ceiling. "White" a color of peace, but nothing as truce in my life.

"Open up the curtains, its good to let sunshine in your house" he said and went to open up the curtains.

"Stop it" I cried and added"I like it this way, nothing appeals to me anymore the world is all black and white, letting sunshine through my window wont make any difference".

"But.." I cut him off "Stop it! Will you?".