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thewinterairwasstaleandbitter.
the rain disguised yoongi's tears that stung his tired eyes from endless nights of loneliness and despair. he gently brushed his fingertips across the engraved letters that spelt out his mother's name. he had no one. she was all of his happiness. it felt like someone was clenching his heart with sharp nails and a strong grip.
he laid down a bouquet of violets—which were her favourite flowers—upon her grave, remembering the familiar scent of the purple flowers that would fill their house. there were many flower pots around their house that she would attend to daily, treating them similar to a child. she had always aspired to set up her own florist—on the corner of town where the sun would set with a beautiful purple-pink mix—but the bank would continually deny loans, pushing on the idea that no one in daegu would want to purchase any of her flowers. but yoongi knew that many people would be attracted to a shop lined with sunflowers and lilies—who wouldn't? he smiled at the thought of her watering multitudes of delicate flowers that were pigmented with beautiful bright colours.
the smell of rain and wet soil brought him back to the cold reality. gray skies over a city of gray buildings. why did she have to get sick all of a sudden? how could she leave him like this? he couldn't imagine life without her smile or her laugh, but now he was forced to live deprived of her happiness. the weather mimicked his emotions of despair and sadness. in this place, everyone was bound to feel the same. but on this particular night, yoongi was there all alone, until a girl walked up to the grave to the right of his mother's.
the girl had long black hair that fell across her face—not that he could see much, regarding the lack of adequate lighting. she placed two bouquets of assorted flowers upon the grave in front of her and began to sob quietly. he hated to see another person go through the same thing as he was. it wasn't fair. why did they have to go through these trials? after a while he walked towards the girl and took out the can of coffee that he had in the pocket of his coat. he had bought it prior to entering the graveyard and surprisingly it still maintained its warmth. "i'm so sorry for your loss," he said as he placed the can next to the girl, who was now sitting in the dirt. she looked up to yoongi, her cheeks stained with tears. her beauty stunned yoongi, puffy eyes from crying and all. she opened her mouth to say something but yoongi just gave a weak smile and walked away.
shortly after, he felt a soft tap on his shoulder. he turned around to see the girl, with the can of coffee in her grasp. "t-thank you," she stuttered and looked down. "i'm min seol," she offered out her hand. "min yoongi," he accepted it and shook it gently.
