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Twenty-two

22 July 2018

The days had been spent lounging around and watching TV. Victoria tried convincing Yoongi to go somewhere with her, but he just wanted to stay home. So on Sunday, she forced him to dress up and dragged him out of the apartment. They opted for a peaceful night of window shopping because they couldn't start their jobs until after graduation.

Yoongi found that he actually enjoyed himself. Victoria's hand was holding onto his forearm at first, but as the night wore on, it slipped lower and lower until he finally got impatient and twined their fingers. She was a bit surprised by the gesture, but he gave nothing away and only continued walking. Then the question popped up in her mind again.

Is it possible to love two people at once|

Was it her and Jimin? She shook her head, immediately rejecting the idea. It was probably Jimin and someone else. Yoongi hadn't known her long enough to love her that way. Right?

"What are you thinking about?"

Yoongi's deep voice pulled her out of her thoughts. She looked up to see him gazing down at her with a small smile. God, he looks so handsome in those specs. "What?"

"You look like you're having an internal soliloquy." But then he turned his attention to a window they were passing and slowed to examine the expensive suit. "I didn't mean to pry," he muttered, eyes grazing the fine material. "Forget I asked."

She joined him at the window, leaning her head on his shoulder slightly. "Jiminie would like that."

"That's what I was thinking," he mumbled, shooting her a smirk.

Then they both saw their reflection in the large pane of glass. His hand was so big in comparison to hers and he was a few inches taller. It wasn't much, but enough to be noticeable. His head was tilted slightly as he examined it. They actually looked good together. There was just one thing missing.

Jimin.

She seemed to echo his thoughts, because just then she muttered a small, "I wish Jimin was here."

Yoongi turned his head toward her and smiled. "Yeah, so do I. But he's not. We can only enjoy each other's company and hope he's still alive."

"Do you think he's okay?" Victoria asked quietly as they continued down the bustling city street. "He needs a lot of love and attention and from the sound of his grandmother, he's not going to get it at all."

"Eh, he'll live. He'll just cling to us for a while when he gets back."

"I can live with that."

-

When they decided that was enough wishing for items they could only buy in their dreams, Yoongi and Victoria went home. It was pretty late but neither wanted to go to sleep. They got cozy under a blanket on the couch and started off watching movies. By the time midnight rolled around, they'd stopped watching and were talking in quiet voices, heads bent in though their faces were only inches away.

The television had automatically turned off from neglect at this point. The blanket itself was warm, but Yoongi's body against hers made it even warmer. The conversation started with talk of Jimin's evil grandmother and for reasons they couldn't conjure fed into this:

"You know Jimin loves you, right?"

Victoria's question sounded loud in the silent room. She immediately covered her mouth as if she's just revealed a huge secret, but Yoongi only sighed.

"Yeah. Yeah, I know." He reached back to ruffle his hair while resting the side of his face on the couch back. "I don't get why, though. I was kind of....let's just say I wasn't a good best friend when we were younger."