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"let's be friends, mr. carrot." yoongi sits beside me.

"excuse me? did you just call me 'mr. carrot'?" i press a hand against my chest.

"yeah, you have bright orange hair that reminds me of carrots." he chuckles, poking it.

"speak for yourself, mr. cabbage." i stare at his hair.

"mister what now?" a small smile grew on his face.

"your hair reminds me of a cabbage." i poke it back.

"we should totally be friends." he grinned, scooting closer that our thighs touched. i was taken aback at the small skinship; i'm not one for any touching. i don't like being touched, and i'm a germophobe. "you have my name, you should tell me yours," he faces me. i shake my head, a hand on the cover of the book.

"why do you want to know my name so bad?" i sigh.

"so we can truly become friends and i won't have to call you mr. carrot, or any other orange fruit or vegetable." he grins so wide, his gums showed.

"i'd prefer to keep it that way." i mumble.

"i'm sorry, did you mumble something?" he smirked.

"no," i speak with a hard voice, "subway's here." i stand. we enter the second car and sit at our usual seats.

"how are you liking the transition to spring?" he asked out of the blue.

"i don't like it," i reply almost immediately, "i'm one for the cold."

"cold weather for a cold man, nice." he chuckles.

"jimin." i tell him.

"what?"

"my name's jimin."

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