"Good morning." Yoongi greeted a member of his company without even looking to see who it was.
"Morning."
The unusual voice caught his interest and he turned to his side to see a handsome young man. The boy had distinctive features and he was familiar. Yoongi wracked his brain until he remembered. This boy was the one that had come in recently, a singer. Apparently he was pretty good. He had noticed the new addition earlier when he had caught a glance of his unfamiliar side profile and asked one of his co-workers who the newbie was.
"You're Kim Taehyung, right?"
Taehyung smiled, "Glad to know I'm getting popular."
Yoongi laughed, "Well, when you make it big make sure to send me some financial aid. I wouldn't mind."
It was Taehyung's turn to laugh. "Nice to meet you."
"My name's Min Yoongi."
"Ah..." A thought seemed to cross the boys mind and a flash of a smile appeared on his face. It was gone quickly, replaced with a polite one.
"Nice name."
Yoongi gave Taehyung a side smile. He found that he quite liked this new boy. "Thanks. You can call me hyung."
"Okay Yoongi-hyung."
"It's nice to meet you too Taehyung-ah. I wish we could chat, but I better get going."
"Yeah, I know it can get busy."
"Yep. See ya Taehyung-ah."
"Sure hyung."
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Through time Jimin had fallen into a routine. Wake up, get through the day, smile for Yoongi, attempt to drive away sadness and eventually fall asleep from sheer exhaustion.
He lay in his bed, staring into the darkness that enveloped the room even though he knew he wouldn't see anything. His mind was a whirlpool of thoughts that greatly contrasted the calmness about him.
He felt his restless mind slipping to a place where he didn't want it to go; he knew very well that at this point that there was no point in fighting it. He slipped into the vivid memory he had been avoiding.
Jimin walked on the sidewalk with a spring in his step. The white plastic packet containing the reason for his joy swung from the fingertips of his right hand.
He tilted his face to the sunshine and the slight breeze caught his hair and played with the silky strands.
He reached his recently bought apartment and stepped in, feeling excitement take over his mind. How was he going to go about this?
He sat at his table and brought out his purchase from the plastic packet, humming a tune to himself. The packaging of Chunghee's favourite chocolate glinted in the light that came in from the blinds.
He stared at the expensive thing thoughtfully. An idea popped into his head and his face lit up like a Christmas tree.
*
He folded the carefully written note and slipped it into the chocolate box, feeling quite proud of himself.
He pulled out his neglected phone from his pocket to set the next part of his plan in motion. He immediately noticed a new message and decided to check it after calling Chunghee.
The phone rang for a long time before voicemail kicked in. Jimin frowned. Not answering a phone call was not something Chunghee did unless he was busy. If he was busy then Jimin would have to postpone his plans and that wasn't something he wanted to do.
