Thoughts

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Yoongi pushed himself off of the floor, he left the box and the journal in the same spot he found them and walked over to where the clothing was. He sniffled, using the ends of his sleeves to wipe his face off once more.

Yoongi took a breath, grabbing the shirt in his hand. He sniffed it, closing his eyes and inhaling what little scent was left of Tae on the shirt.

Yoongi began to undress himself, pulling on Tae's clothes that was just a tad bit bigger on Yoongi's smaller frame.

Yoongi walked over to the mirror, looking at his reflection. The short sleeves of the shirt fell down to his elbows and was neatly tucked inside of the waistband of the black jeans that were rolled up at the end to exposing a part of Yoongi's ankles.

The longer Yoongi stared at the mirror, the more he started to envision Tae.

His light brown hair that fell onto his eyes, the piercing eyes, the bright pink lips — Yoongi continued to stare at the mirror until Tae looked like he was standing right in front of him.

"I miss you." Yoongi whispered, he reached out to touch Tae. "I miss you." Tae whispered back, his hand reached out for Yoongi's hand.

Both their hands placed on either side of the mirror. Yoongi shivered at the coldness from the mirror's glass, "I'm going to find you." Yoongi whispered softly, watching as Tae's reflection disappeared back into his own.

Yoongi was left standing in the empty room, with Tae's clothes on, staring at the mirror with his hand placed onto it.

Yoongi blinked, staring at his reflection.

"I'm going to find him, even if it's the last thing I do in this life" Yoongi assured himself as he looked away from the mirror. He made his way to the bed, putting on his shoes and staring at the floor. Both his hands rested amongst his knees.

He exhaled, closing his eyes as he did. A big part of him knew that when he saw Tae, Tae wouldn't remember him. But a small part hoped that maybe, just maybe, Tae would remember even the smallest bit of him.

Yoongi finally stood up, he walked back over to the closet and pulled the band out, slipping it onto his slender finger.

He watched as the small diamonds glittered against the sun.

He grabbed the notebook, taking it with him as he ran down the stairs and to his car.

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