Yoongi lays back on his bed, bringing the hand holding his pictures up in front of his face. The one on the top is of Jimin posing in front of a sleeping Yoongi, the latter of which has shaving cream smeared comically all over his face. Yoongi brings his other hand up, gently running his fingers over Jimin's face.
God, he misses him.
He misses the way Jimin would sneak into his room and snuggle up to him. He misses the way Jimin would tease him, but instantly apologize if he thought he was being too mean. He misses the shared glances they would have, and the way they would maintain eye contact until Jimin would giggle.
He misses the lingering touches, the unspoken consensus that the two were family in all but blood.
He misses his small hands, thick thighs, and beautiful eyes. He misses his good habits, bad habits, and everything in between.
Closing his eyes, Yoongi cradles the stack of pictures Jimin had left him close to his body.
He misses the younger male more than words could ever explain, but he can feel the deep hole that Jimin left slowly healing.
He has Namjoon, Seokjin, Hoseok, Taehyung, and Jeongguk to help him heal. They're not Park Jimin, but within them is the memory of him. And they will never, ever forget him.
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Angel || BTS
Fanfiction❀sᴇǫᴜᴇʟ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ❀ 『"It seems like I'm constantly asking myself: 'What could I have done to prevent this?'"』 In which BTS tries to cope with Jimin's death and Jimin tries to cope with his immense regrets. Warning: This book contains topics that may...
