Rain [yoonmin]

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CHIM'S POV

"Done smiling?" I asked Yoongi.

I never wanted him to stop smiling, his smile was the prettiest smile I've ever seen. Being this close to him was thrilling in a way. But I stopped my mind from wandering off to dangerous places.

This entire month, I have spent quite a lot of time with Yoongi and it took me a lot of effort to not fall for him. He's never been mad at me, except that one time I interrupted them in the middle of their moment. I did talk to Dr. Lee about this, he doesn't blame me. He's a nice man, I trust him but seriously? Lovey-Dovey isn't my thing. 

I could gag.

"I'm not going to be mad." Yoongi said, taking deep breaths.

"Was that for me or yourself?"

"I only have control over myself."

"Good but I hate it."

"What exactly don't you hate?" he said, turning towards me.

You and Jimin. I wanted to say but I kept quiet.

"I don't hate the food you and Jimin cook. I love them."

"Well, maybe you should learn to cook your own food."

"I don't want to live like a human being, that's terrifying."

"But you are a different individual."

"I'm not going to argue with you. But why did you not punch him?"

"And what? Tell Jimin who he is? Bring back all that again?"

"I wanted to bury him alive right there."

"But wait, how did you know?"

I was worried about him, so I came.

"Watched it all from afar."

"Thank you for not coming. It would have been a disaster."

"But you showed him the video..."

Don't get me wrong, I really wanted Jimin to remember everything. I really wanted to go away. But the more I get to know Yoongi, the more difficult it gets for me.

"He needs to know, Chim. You were very much there with me when I talked to Dr. Kim."

"I was just worried about Jimin." I whisper.

And that was true, I was really worried about him.

"Understandable."

"January went by pretty soon." I say looking up at the purple sky.

"I'm glad time flies fast."

We sat in silence after that. I had nothing to say.

JIMIN'S POV

It was already mid February.

After watching the video of the competition I frequently dreamt about it.

But today, I dreamt of something else.

It took me back in time, which I barely have any memory of.

I was standing in the park, it was the onset of spring. The park that Yoongi took me to, the park where I kissed him for the first time.

I was standing in front of a bench on a golden afternoon, when I saw a younger Yoongi standing in front of me. He was just as beautiful even back then.

A little far away, a boy with a huge smile on his face waved at him. A yellow box in his hand.