Ghost of you |jikook|✔️

Four

"We're going to need to get him some new clothes."

Stated Namjoon as they walked away from the building in which they picked AI Jimin up from.

Jimin was clad in a white t-shirt that was a little to big for him, and white baggy looking joggers. On his feet, white sneakers. His hair was was an ash blond colour, from a distance you could just tell he was an AI. From the way he dressed, walked and talked. Too formally, and very out of the ordinary.

"Can't he just use Jimins old stuff" Said hoseok, popping out from somewhere and taking a place beside Taehyung as they walked.

Everyone's faces turned grim, sad and the air turned heavy.

"That's all..." started Namjoon, scratching the back of his head.

"At his and Jungkooks house." Finished Jin as he slowed down to take the little AIs hand, careful not to lose him. 

Jimin on the other hand felt confused, what was wrong with what he was wearing now? 

Jimin knew he was an intellectual but a lot of what the boys around him were saying, baffled him and made him question a lot of things. They've kept on bringing up the name Jungkook, and the very sound of it always seemed to peak his interest and he had no idea why.

Though that all disappeared from his mind the moment they crossed the street.

He was suddenly walking through a cherry blossom wonderland. Well at least he was quite sure they were cherry blossoms, he was programmed to know a lot of things.

Extravagant tall trees clad in pink, flowers that littered the sidewalk, and everything around him. The sun shone brightly in the sky, over the trees and cascaded it's warmth down from the heavens making everything seem almost, golden.

Jimin halted to take in the scenery, his lips parted in awe and a glimmer in his eyes as he scrutinized everything.

Jin turned around to see what halted the little AI, and to tell him to keep walking, but the moment he looked at Jimin he felt himself soften.

It was almost such a familiar sight, Jin couldn't help the small ache that made its way into his chest.

Real life Jimin also loved the cherry blossoms, and every time spring came around, he never just walked through, he had to stop to take in the scenery, or grab out his Polaroid to take pictures. Of himself, or whoever he was with.

"Jimin. " Jin said sweetly, a new found warmth in his voice as he spoke. He was getting warmed up to the AI, pushing aside any feelings to him not being the real one but close enough.

The little AI pulled his gaze away from the trees much to his dismay and turned to look at Jin. And Jin just smiled at him, his hand reaching out to ruffle Jimins hair, before turning around to start walking again.

"You have blossoms in your hair, little AI. "

Jimin reached his hand into his hair, eyes slightly wide, and an unknown feeling blossoming much like the cherry blossoms into his chest.

Jimin smiled slightly as he started to jog and catch up to the others.

He didn't know any of these boys, but he had the feeling that he can get used to them, that he can trust them.

—

They arrived into a huge building, there was people all over the place, frantically going into stores, couples walking, humans chattering. Jimin almost wanted to cover his ears from how loud everything was.

"Can I take him with me?" Asked Taehyung as he reached over to place a hand on Jimins shoulder. "I want to choose out his clothes."

"You'll be.... okay?" Asked Namjoon in concern, his eyes glancing between the smaller boy and the taller.

"Yeah." Smiled Taehyung, a familiar box like smile coming into view. A familiar smile that Namjoon hasn't seen awhile and it made him smile to himself.

He nodded his head towards Jin, to hand over his credit card to give to the boys but Taehyung was already dragging Jimin away.
"I can pay for everything!" His deep voice shouted over his shoulder.

They were gone before anyone could protest.

Taehyung dragged Jimin into a very familiar store. Taehyungs favourite store in fact. He's always wanted to take Jimin here, to choose out clothes for him, to style him. Yet he  never seemed to have gotten the opportunity.

"Okay..." Taehyung whispered to himself as he appeared in front of a rack of clothes. He skimmed through them carefully, taking out pieces of clothing here and there.

He based his choices on personal preference and what he's known his best friend to normally wear.

"Jimin?" He turned around, only to bump right into the little AI, causing him to stumble back slightly.

"Ah! Jimin. Be careful!" Said Taehyung worriedly as he sturdied the smaller one.

"Sorry." Mumbled Jimins soft voice.

He was too fascinated watching Taehyung skim through the clothes so fast with such precision that he forgot about his surroundings.

"Here, try these on. "

—

The two boys spent a long time in the store, well Jimin was pretty much okay with everything while Taehyung wanted everything to fit perfectly and to match perfectly. When Taehyung let Jimin choose something for himself, Taehyung was almost not surprised to see the smaller go for stripes.

Now they walked around, some kind of fruit drink was in Taehyungs hand as he sipped from it. Jimin now in a completely different outfit, the clothes he wore before already thrown out somewhere.

"What should we do now?" He mumbled more to himself. His gaze turned to linger on Jimin, as the smaller walked quietly behind him, his eyes carefully taking everything in and studying. The sleeves of his shirt were a little long that they covered his hands, his hands that he held to his chest as he walked. Almost like he was scared to touch anything, anyone.

Yet even in the fresh set of clothes, something still felt off about the little AI, like something was missing. He didn't stand out as much as before, but he still held a certain aura to him. Taehyungs eyes then traced to Jimins hair, the way it was almost fluffy, his blond strands were long enough to reach the rim of Jimins eyes.

His hair looked nice, matched him but it gave Jimin almost no personality. Made him seem stoic, emotionless.

"Want to colour your hair?" Asked Taehyung, taking a sip from his straw.

"Colour... my hair?"  Jimin questioned, his head tilting slightly to the side. "What would be the need to do that?"

"C'mon. " smiled Taehyung, grabbing Jimins hand to drag him away once more. "It'll be fun. "

And when Jimin sat in the chair, staring back at himself in the mirror, and when the lady asked,

"What kind of colour would you like?"

His mind instantly thought of the cherry blossoms he saw that afternoon, the way they stood out perfectly amongst everything else, that if he had the ability to breath, certainly it would have taken his breath away.

He knew.