Forever & Always || Yoonmin

.1.

It was a hot summer day in Los Angeles California. A crisp breeze flew across the yard where the raven haired boy sat under an old oak in his large front yard writing words on the white paper of his notebook. Well, trying to write was more like it. He was stumped. The words weren't flowing like he wanted them too.

A ray of sunlight hit him partly through the tree limbs, it feeling warm but relaxing. The dry heat wasn't exactly uncomfortable but he still preferred fall over any season.

As he focused on his notebook, he noticed the sunlight had vanished. He looks up to see what stood in front of him and saw a young boy looking down at him with a cute little smile. His eyes were like crescent moons and his brown hair swayed softly with the breeze. "Hi!" The small boy let out in a high pitch.

"Hello." The raven haired boy spoke back, wondering where this small boy came from since he looked about eight years old. However, he was dazed by the situation.

"What's your name?" The small boy asks, his eyes becoming a little wider.

"Why would I tell a stranger my name?"

The small boy was taken back by his question. "My name is Jimin. Now we're not strangers!" He yells, his eyes turning back into crescents as he lifts his arms in the air.

The raven haired boy sighs, "Yoongi. My name is Yoongi. Where did you come from?" He asks putting his legs down, going criss cross apple sauce as he sits his notebook down on the ground.

Jimin points back towards the road and says, "I came from down there. My house is that way. I was walking and I saw you. I thought I'd say hi." He was a very cheerful little boy.

Yoongi furrows his brows in confusion, "How old are you?"

"I'm nine." He answers, putting his hands behind his back lifting himself on his tip toes. "How about you?"

"Ten, but I'll be eleven soon."

Jimin was surprised at the olders age. He falls over and stumbles catching himself against the trunk of the tree, "Oh wow, I just turned nine a couple months ago." He notices the notebook and sits down on the ground, copying Yoongi's position as he leans over asking, "What's this?"

Yoongi snatches the notebook quickly from Jimin. "It's nothing!"

Jimin's eyes go wide and glossy. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you mad."

"Oh no, I'm not mad. It's just.. I don't share what I write to other people. It's private." Yoongi assures the little boy as he holds the notebook tightly to his chest.

Jimin's straight face quickly went back to its bubbly form. He waves his hand at Yoongi with a giggle. "Oh I understand. I have secrets too."

Yoongi's mouth slightly opens to say something but was soon cut off by his mother's voice. "Yoongi! Dinners ready." Yoongi looks back as Jimin leans to his left, almost completely laying on the ground. "Oh who's your little friend?" Yoongi's mother asks as she walks up to the two with a warm smile.