Ghost of you |jikook|✔️

Five

  Jimin stared at himself through the window of an unknown home.

He watched the way his newly dyed hair, flowed as the wind tousled through his cherry blossom strands. His eyes scanned over his features for the first time, reaching a hand up to place it on his face.

"I didn't think your hair matched you at first, but now that I look at you, it really does." Stated a deeper voice, not too far away, it came from a figure leaning up against the wall with his arms crossed... Min Yoongi.

Jimin turned his head slowly towards the voice, his eyes scanning over Yoongi once before turning back to look in his reflection.

"You know... you know what you have to do right?" Questions Yoongi as he uncrosses his arms, then places them in the front pockets of his black jeans.

"I was informed that I'm to make sure, Jeon Jungkook doesn't deteriorate his health any more." Says Jimin softly, his eyes catching his own in the mirror, a pair of honey like brown staring back. 

"Jungkook... he..." sighs Yoongi, as he lifts his head to look towards the sky, from the corner of Jimins eye, he looked to be in deep thought. A crease popping up between his eyebrows as he glowered at the now appearing stars.

"He was just a boy, a boy in love with his childhood best friend." Starts off yoongi, not taking his gaze off of the stars as he spoke and Jimin only watched him through the reflection.

"He always tries to appear strong, to take up to his title of 'golden maknae',"

The older pauses to take in a deep breath, the smallest of smiles has now appeared on his lips, though it was more of a sad, nostalgic kind of smile then that of a genuine one.

"But he's the glue, he holds all of us together. We all raised him, he's our little brother. To see him so down, so broken... it's hard to bare." Yoongi then looks up, his was now catching Jimins in the reflection from behind.

"What was the real Park Jimin like?" Asks the little AI curiously. It's been a thought that troubled him, why they went through so much work to replicate him towards the real Park Jimin. Why they made him the way he is.

And Yoongi almost smiles at this. Memories now flooding his head of a reckless but gentle boy, so full of life, so curious.

"Adventurous." States Yoongi, who was now eyeing the AI.
"Someone who is more bark then bite, a gentle soul. Though as reckless as he might have been, Jungkook is more reckless, and Jimin was the only one who can calm him down. The only one Jungkook would let to wipe his tears, to hug and console him."

"Jimin.... was Jungkooks childhood friend.. his lover, am I correct?"

"Yes. "

"But we didn't make you to be his lover, "

Yoongi now walks over slowly, setting his hands on the AIs shoulders, keeping his eye contact as he did so.

"You are to be his bandaid, and for yourself, whatever it is that you need, you know how to contact us, correct?"

"Correct."

"Good." Yoongis eyes became more hard, his gaze intensifying, he squeezes his hands on Jimins shoulders slightly as he spoke.

"Good luck, and please, for all of us. Take good care of him. " Jimins eyes widen as yoongi releases his grip on his shoulders.

Then the older was walking off, without another word.

Jimin didn't move one bit through the whole thing, he just stared through the window emotionlessly, the window of the home that belonged to Jeon Jungkook.