❝always❞

i'm

jimin trembled in the metal seat.

he came thirty minutes earlier than the time he planned to.

he was more than nervous.

what if yoongi didn't come?

what if yoongi never even got the letters?

every time someone walked in, he lifted his head.

and someone walked in.

he lifted his head and looked at them.

the same small eyes, pink lips, pale skin.

was..........was it him?

jimin waved with his head facing the floor.

he knew yoongi sat down when he heard the seat move.

"are you yoongi?" jimin's voice was fragile and quiet, like he was about to cry.

"yeah, you gave me a bunch of notes and i don't think this bullsh-"

jimin looked yoongi in the eyes.

"it's been a while, yoongi."