Oh, sir! Yoonmin

Help me

Orange painting on a canvas, green hue complimenting the picture, a perfect picture of an autumn evening.

That's what jimin could see in front of his eyes.

A perfect, pretty evening.

He brought his hands over onto his now closed knees, as if his hands were a pillow, his head rested on them. His back settled as he sat against a tree, his eyes looked at the pretty scenery in front of him.

"Seems like you're enjoying the evening, park" he heard a familiar voice speak up.

"Oh, Mr Min" jimin recognised.

"Done with classes?" The older asked.

"Yes, sir"

"I see, could I?" The professor asks, as a sign to sit next to the younger.

"Sure sir" jimin replies, leaving some space for the professor to sit.

"What brings you here today?" the older speaks up.

"I just.. came out for fresh air"

He sounds sad

"What's wrong?" Surprisingly, yoongi noticed.

"Nothing?"

He lied.

"I can see there is something"

How?

"Seriously sir, why do you think I am not okay?"

Strange. Why is he acting like a know it all?

"First thing, I always see you hanging out with someone but never alone after school. Second, you sound sad. Third, I can understand"

"What do you mean? You understand?"

"Yes, I understand" the older sounds confident.

"Understand what?" jimin questions

"You know what I meant park jimin"

"I can understand what this particular place gives you, and why do you seek the feeling this place gives you" he adds.

Jimin looked surprised. A little.

He does know.

With that, jimin shifts his view from his professor to the lake in front of him, and speaks

"the monthly performance results are out"

"and? You didn't do well?"

"I guess" he replies.

"Are you doubting yourself?" Yoongi speaks up, now also looking at the lake.

And jimin now looks at the older. "Yes"

And he observes how yoongi lowers his head and then look at him.

Straight in the eyes.

Oh, sir?

"I knew it" he mumbled, before he turned towards the younger.

"So? What are you planning to do?" He asked.

" I don't know, I am trying but I don't know. Every other day there is work and no time to breathe. But, some how there are better people than me. I and they, got same time. But somehow I am still lacking" he sighs.

Jimin looks down.

"I don't know, sir. I don't know what to do" he now looks at the older, who looks at him with an expression a little foreign to him.