| White Bachellor Button || Yoonmin |

Ch2 ~ Far From It...

~7 years after the collapse~

Years past and Jimin was chosen to be Yoongi's main organ donor. Since he was to become a man and it made more sense for his heart to replace the young heir's feeble one. Minji was to be married to Yoongi in the far future and Jimin was to give up his life in order to assure Yoongi's life wasn't cut short. Despite being chosen to be Yoongi's keeper, Jimin had never properly set eyes on him, not until he was eight years old and was deemed ready to meet the true owner of the organs in his body. He'd been rather curious as to what he would look like, would he have been as beautiful as they had described? The bachelor button he had been compared to, even though he was a bed ridden child who had little to no time out of his bed chambers. He was described as strong and possessed a youthful freedom, anticipation of fulfilling the dreams one holds dear...but Yoongi seemed to be none of these things. He was just, stuck in bed all day.

"That's mine..." he whispered to the black haired boy standing next to his bed, as he carried on gripping the hem of his T-shirt. Jimin couldn't help but blush at the sight in front of him, Yoongi was more mesmerising than all the descriptions Jimin had heard about him put together. Pale, milky skin, thin pink lips, ravishing to the touch and his eyes, his alluring eyes, though small and common in colour, all the images that reflected upon them were clear as day, they glistened, like the stars had been stolen from the night sky, and put into this ten year old boy's eyes. In a word, Yoongi was heaven sent where Jimin was standing.

"I-I know..." Jimin looked away, unable to stare at the young master for any longer than he already had, for fear of turning into stone. He'd read about a woman who had been cursed to never look into a man's eyes, for when she did, she'd turn them into stone, she was a prepossessing beauty, with snakes for hair. Though Yoongi had normal strands of ebony growing out of his scalp and not snakes popping out, as well as being the opposite gender to this character, he was still as aesthetically pleasing as the woman in the Greek myth, if not more. The sly look in his eyes only adding to Jimin's attraction to him.

"Look at me." Yoongi commanded. Jimin tore his eyes away from the wall and tried hard to look Yoongi, eye to heavenly eye. "why are you all red?"

"I don't know y-young master." Jimin answered, stuttering a little when he referred to him as 'young master' .

"Is it really that hard to look at me?" Yoongi frowned a little, his heart in his throat. "Am I that ugly?" He whimpered, his grip on the boy's shirt suddenly loosening as tears gathered in the corners of his eyes.

"NO!" Jimin's voice rose in shock as he grabbed his master's limp, creamy hands from where it had landed, his grasp astonished by how soft Yoongi's palms were. He probably hasn't ever worked a day in his life, Jimin guessed. But I'm pretty sure it would be a sin to let someone as beautiful as him work for even a second. "Whoever said you were ugly?" Jimin was almost afraid of what his actions would be if he found out who it was that called him such an appalling name, he was anything but ugly. Miles and miles away from the word.

Yoongi's whimpers turned into quiet cries and soon, the tears escaped from the caverns of his eyelids. "I am aren't I?" He cried. "I'm ugly..." he whined, collapsing back onto his pillows and sobbing into the sheets.

"no no, you're not, you're far from it I assure you." Jimin rubbed his back awkwardly and tried whispering sweet nothings into Yoongi's ears.

"You promise?" Yoongi peaked out of his covers, wiping his tear stained cheeks with his duvet.

"I don't need to promise young master..." Jimin muttered. "...It's a fact, all you need to do is look in the mirror, you'll find that I speak no lies and you need not worry of people whom think you're anywhere near ugly... because you're anything but the word..."

Yoongi felt his tears subsiding and his small, fatigued stature sitting up to meet Jimin's line of sight, but Jimin never really stopped looking at him, even when he'd looked away briefly, he could still see Yoongi in the corner of his eye. "Thank you..." the boy smirked. Jimin nodded a shy 'you're welcome'. "Do you have a name?" He crossed his legs under the covers and rested his lanky arms on his lap.

"Jimin..." he answered briefly. Yoongi tapped the end of his bed, indicating he wanted Jimin to sit next to him.

"Well...Jimin." his name snaked across Yoongi's tongue, making the heart in his chest palpitate that little bit faster than it had a minute ago. "How would you like to be my first ever friend?" Jimin raised an eyebrow.

"What's a friend?" He asked bluntly, cocking his head to the side.

"You... don't know what a friend is?" Yoongi was surprised, he was the one stuck in bed all day, and he didn't know what a friend was? How unusual. This child must have been as antiscoial, or at least as kept in as Yoongi was. Jimin just sat there, blankly staring at the frail boy sitting in front of him.

"Well, I don't quite know... a friend? It's never even been mentioned in any of my books."

"A friend... is someone you get along with very well, or not very well, but still are very fond of eachother..." this confused Jimin further, how can those two things work? They're complete opposites. "Well, what I mean is... a friend is someone you can depend on, someone who's always there for you when you need them, someone who'll love and cherish you no matter what happens, no matter what you are." Yoongi explained.

"So... like a parent?" Jimin asked.

"Sort of, but they have different jobs..." Explaining what a friend was seemed to be proving a harder errand than it initially seemed it was going to turn out. But still, he pushed on, doing what he could to get the younger to understand what he was talking about, it seemed to work for the most part. "A friend is someone who you can tell anything, and they won't tell a soul on your behalf. A friend should be someone you can get close to and not be afraid of the outcome."

"So... you want me to be your friend?" Jimin asked, suddenly unsure of how this would turn out. Yoongi nodded. "Y-you don't mind?" Yoongi shook his head. "But, you do know I'm going to die right?"

"Yes, but so am I." Yoongi countered. "And I want to make the most of everything I have in this short life span of mine."

"But.." Jimin hesitated. "...why me of all people?" he said quietly.

"Well, you seem like a nice enough person," he beamed, referring to the comment he'd made earlier, about Yoongi being far from ugly. "and I've never had a friend before, I'd like to try it." His eyes turned into crescents, excitement showing in his grin. "So, what do you say?" He asked. "Would you do me the honor of being my first ever friend?" He held out a weak hand, the grin on his face staying strong. Jimin was unsure at first, knowing how much more painful it would be for Yoongi to lose him, if he got close to him, it would be that much harder to let go of him when he needed to... but he wasn't going to pass up a rare opportunity to be friends with the white bachellor button...