He's Not Gone

six

Jimin;

Jin and I arrive to the park. I excuse myself and run to the restroom.  I open the door and hear a loud screech as it opens.  I run up to a guy and tap his shoulder.

"Excuse me, can you pretend to be my friend for 5 bucks?," I ask him. He looks at me and raises an eyebrow while his tongue is poking his cheek.

"I can do it for free," he smirks. I smile and thank him. I tell him all that he has to know in order for him to meet Jin.

We walk towards the exit and I reach for the handle but retrieve my hand.

"Wait. What's your name?," I ask the stranger. "Mark Tuan," he says in a seductive voice. I nod and reach for the handle once again.  We walk out and I walk towards Jin, looking back to make sure Mark is following. 

We get to Jin and I introduce Mark. "Jin, this is Mark. Mark, this is Jin, my brother," I say in a cheery tone.

Jin smiles and shakes Mark's hand. "I'm glad you're making my Jiminie happy, ever since Yoongi died he's been acting kind of weird though," he tells Mark.

I forgot to tell Mark about Yoongi's "death".

"Yeah, uh, Yoondle was a great girl," he says confused. Jin glances at me then at Mark. He crosses his arms and opens his mouth before closing it. He shook his head and let out a chuckle.

"It's Yoongi and he was a guy," he tells Mark. Mark smiles and replies," I knew that, I heard a lot of nice things of Yoongo." I mentally face palm myself.

"It's not Yoongo, it's Yoongi," Jin says annoyed. "He didn't tell you about Yoongi, did he?," he asks. Mark looks at me for an answer, and I slightly shake my head.

"No, he didn't," he answers. Jin gives him a half smile and nods. He was about to say something, but was interrupted by a phone call. He excuses himself and walks away.

Mark and I stay in complete silence as we wait for Jin's return. I can see him looking at me through the corner of my eye, but I decide to ignore it.

Jin comes back while wearing a sorry look. "Namjoon needs me to come over, I'll see y'all later. Jiminie, get home safe," he says before leaving.

When he is long gone, I decide to talk to Mark. "Thanks Mark, I'll see you around," I say as I wave. I start to walk away, but he then pulls me back.

"Why does this have to be the last time we talk? I want to be friends," he says. I smile and nod. We exchange  numbers and he insists on walking me home, and I insist on him not to.

I end up convincing him, and I head to the store. I buy a large pack of ice, drinks, and some food for Yoongi. I pay for all the items and head to the treehouse.

I climb up and open the door to find Yoongi eating a hot pocket. He throws his hot pocket on the floor, and gets up to help me with the bags.

He places them down near his cooler, as I dump the ice in the cooler. Yoongi hugs me from behind. His arms wrapped around me, and his face burried in my back. I rub his hands with mine and I feel the vibrations of his giggle down my spine.

He pulls away and turns me around. "What did your mom want?," he asked. I tell him how she was worried, and how I found Jin there. 

"He was a great friend," he says. My eyebrows sow together as I look at him in confusion. "What do you mean was a great friend? He's not dead," I declare. He shrugs his shoulders.

"What did you do when he wanted to go see your "friend"?," he requested. I told him every single detail, I think I shouldn't have.

"Jimin, that guy seems to have interest in you," he says in a low tone. I pull him into a hug and whisper in his ear. "I don't care, I want you and I have you. Nothing is going to keep us apart."