even the littlest of things could trigger that spark inside of me to die.
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*before last chapter*
"yoongi hyung, you need to stop smoking." jimin sighed as he sat next to yoongi, legs swinging from the roof's edge like a child on a high stool. the elder chuckled with a dark manner and mischief laced between vowels.
"now why would i do that?" he looked at the younger to see depression dancing with the chocolate orbs, irises begging somehow for some reason that was a mystery to the oblivious min yoongi.
"because..." i'll be gone by tomorrow.
a dark brow lifted in question, taking another long drag from the chemical–filled white stick, smoke gracefully cutting its way through pure fresh air.
"b–because..." he doesn't deserve the pain of knowing. why bother. "because it's bad for you and it gets really irritating watching you smoke all the time. your lungs are going to be black by the time you're thirty."
yoongi laughed properly at that, gummy smile flashing pearly whites in their glory. jimin's own plump lips raised upwards from the tiny shred of happiness, but other than that, it was all fake.
"oh jiminie," the dark hair of the elder was threaded through small fingers as the younger was swung onto the elder's lap, music notebook casted aside along with the graphite. "you do make me laugh sometimes. you're too cute."
don't call me cute when i'm a fucking disappointment to humanity.
jimin's smile faded slowly as his head buried itself into a pale neck, yoongi still oblivious as to know what the future held. only hours before had they returned to the shop from jin's, and jimin had decided it was time to finally leave.
"i'm sorry." jimin muttered.
the strong winds however, carried his mutters away with the last of the dying leaves.
