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Two : Memories Of Us

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February 13, 2021

It's been four days since Jimin agreed to work at his noona's flower shop.

Well, he got back to work I guess.

He used to work part time there, when he was still in high school. The business was quite well known with people on different ages. Well first of all because of the handsome florists, and second because the flowers were picked fresh, and it isn't an ordinary flower shop, it's a large garden where you could pick fresh flowers and buy them.

Jimin rushed down the street, running hastily to his work place. He was late as a snail-but the snail would probably be there before him.

And he had to get those snails off their precious flowers before it gets all ruined. Yeah you heard me, he was on maintenance duty.

He swiftly turned right, almost slithering due to the wet surface of the road. It rained last night, that's why he didn't sleep well and slept through his alarm.

Stupid rain, he hissed, why did you have to remind me of him.

Well he couldn't be blamed, everything reminds him of him. Almost, everything.

Every literal day, month, numbers-everything. Even a hair brush, a mop and the wall, and don't even ask why.

Why can't I just move on? He often asks himself.

Maybe because I still love him? He often answers to himself too, but he didn't want to believe in it, their love and his love for him. A contract will always be an agreement kept in professional. And he thought it was best for him to believe that.

Even he himself wasn't being professional back then.

He didn't want to ruin his stupid belief, instead, he left it that way.

He was too scared he'd come running after a man who probably doesn't even remember him.

February 13, 2013

The rain poured down violently, the thunder booming with anger. What a view for a day before the iconic Valentine's.

Jimin was deep inside the comfort of his large comforter in their bed. Yet he couldn't feel safe. It was warm and cozy, but he wanted the olders warmth and presence more.

While Yoongi was sitting by the window of their bedroom, staring at the rain as it hit the window. A cup of coffee in his hands, he leaned onto the glass windows, sipping his coffee now and then.

His Hyungie loved the rain, lightning and the noise it gives. But hates the water. Ironic.

Jimin liked the rain, it was pretty, but he hates the thunderstorm and lightning. He despises it.

Maybe what they said was true, opposites attract.

Jimin wiggles, letting out small whimpers. His eyes flutter open, the sight of his hyung beside the window staring outside with a small smile on his pretty pink lips.