The You Within Me || Yoonmin ✓

01

This is how it started.

Years ago, when I first met Jimin.

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I sat on the bridge, looking far ahead.

I had my teddy bear with me.

I still haven't named him.

My family was going to move away from Daegu.

I didn't want to leave.

"Hey." A high-pitched voice called me from behind.

I turned and looked at him.

He smiled, his eyes disappearing.

I nodded.

He sat next to me.

He said: "You look sad."

I furled my lips, and that answered his question because he continued:

"I too am sad. We're moving to Seoul."

I shook my head at the coincidence.

"I'm Jimin." He said.

I looked at him. He looked cute.

I slightly smiled.

"What's your name?" He asked.

I stayed quiet, not taking my eyes of off him.

"Do you talk?" He said, and I was taken off guard by that question.

I scoffed, and he laughed.

"Is that a yes?"

I rolled my eyes.

"I can talk." I finally said.

He smiled. "Your voice is way different than mine."

I frowned. "Is that a compliment?"

He shrugged. "I like it."

"What's your name?" He asked again.

"Yoongi," I said, he tried the name.

"Yoongi. It's nice." He smiled again.

And I wonder how can he do it so often.

"How old are you? I bet I'm younger." He said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I'm thinner?" He shrugged.

And I wasn't even fazed by that. I hummed in agreement.

"I'm 9," I said.

"Wow, me too!" He said, giggling.

He said he was born on October 13th.

I told him I was older.

He said he knew it.