Lie to the Touch | Y.M

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Yoongi stepped out of the elevator, pulling his hood off, and causally pocketed his hands. He started to make his way towards his apartment. When suddenly, he felt the presence of someone else in the hallway, even though he thought he was alone.

He looked up just in time to catch a small glimpse of silver locks, as the person passed by him. Not even a glance or a word was exchanged between them.

Putting on his poker face, he walked on with his head down, like the usual. He ignored the tingly tightness he felt in his chest.

He started to recall the memories of the times Jimin cracked a smile at him, no matter the situation. It being the boys "thing". Pushing aside the feeling of uneasiness building up, he strolled over to his door.

At least Jimin was out of his apartment now, and he could rest now with no distractions, aside from his usual nightmares. But all he had to do was think about a certain boy, to be able to sleep soundly.

Stepping up to his apartment door, he noticed a folded piece of paper, stuck in the side of the door. Moving towards it confused, he looked around to check if anyone was there, before pulling it out. The paper clearly had Yoongi's name written on it, so it wasn't a mistake for sure. Unfolding it he caught the end which had the name written of the sender.

He decided to read the letter before he ended up tossing it away.

Dear, Min Yoongi

I'm sorry I have to do it this way, but I've been wanting to tell you something for so long. I know you probably don't want to hear it from me, so I'm not going to say anything. I decided to go back to where my words couldn't touch your ears the first time around. There's no point for me to grasp so tightly to something that isn't there. I've been holding on for so long already, I just want to let go now. I'm going to let the wind carry me, to end my story there. Bye Yoongi.

Love, Jimin

Yoongi's eyes shot wide open, as distress took over his senses. What the hell was Jimin planning on doing. Without thinking he ran towards the only place he knew Jimin could mean. The flashback of Jimin passing by him a few minutes ago occurred to him. He wasn't headed for the elevator, he was headed for the staircase leading to the rooftop.

Rushing up the staircase, he slammed the door to the rooftop, open. He looked towards the end; seeing what he was seeking. Jimin stood on top of the cement wall that stood almost a meter tall, barricading the building's rooftop.

"What the hell, Jimin!" Yoongi shouted, capturing the attention of the boy who stood there with his arms out, feeling the breeze passing by him. The boy brought his arms to his side, tilting his head over his shoulder to look at the shocked male.

"What do you want?" Jimin asked casually. Without uttering anything, Yoongi took careful steps towards the boy, not wanting to provoke him in any way.

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