Yellow Daffodils || Yoonmin ||

First.

Yoongi once hated flowers, once. It all started when the only photo of him and his mother in the living room was suddenly replaced with a full vase of vibrant, lively looking yellow daffodils. His mother loved daffodils. His stepmother too.

'Yellow Daffodils have a special meaning behind them darling' 

His mother pauses before continuing, her voice cracking a little,

'These flowers... they symbolizes forgiveness. Promise me darling, please think of me when you see these flowers,okay?' Yoongi then felt her lips on his forehead. Yoongi never really understood what she said that night and unfortunately he didn't had the chance to ask her either. She was rushed to the hospital the next day. She fainted, and not long after he learnt that he could never see his mother again. His mother have fallen asleep and went to a better place, because that was what he believed because kids would believe whatever their father says to them. But the real reason? His father never told him.

Yoongi still remembers her gentle touch when she softly kisses him good morning, soft voice every night whenever she reads bedtime stories to him, her eye smiles that seems to light up the whole world whenever he opens the door when he comes back home from school. He was only 5. And having to deal with eternal goodbyes with the mother he loved the most left an empty spot in his heart. Memories of his father crying and sobbing at the funeral still pains him till this day and he always felt sorry for his dad. He tried to be bold, strong, at least for his father by holding him and telling him it is okay like how his mother would always do. But at the end, he gave up letting out the inner sadness that is engulfing him as he felt tears rolled down his cheeks.

 It was not until he was in his teenage years he came to learn what happened by accidentally seeing his mother's health report that was kept in a box under a bed in his father's room. There in the box laid some pieces of his mother's dress that she used to wear and a dark brown journal that his mother used to kept. He opened up the journal to the page where it was marked by a bookmark and it was then he and realised what his mother's words meant. 

Please tell Yoongi darling I will always love him and forgive me for not being by his side when he needed me the most

-Mom

His mother was asking for his forgiveness for leaving him so early. He couldn't remember how long he cried that night, the muffled cries and sobs shows how guilty he felt for not knowing what his mother meant all along. It was then he developed a hatred for flowers. But he never told anyone, not even the stepmother that he later grew fond of. Because the yellow daffodils are just a cruel reminder of how cancer took his mother's life.

Just about 2 years later, it was Christmas Day Yoongi remembers,his father suddenly introduced him to a women.

'She is going to be your stepmother, son!'

Yoongi remembers his father introducing her in a rather exciting manner leaving him speechless while he took in the sight before him. But he didn't want to disappoint him. He forced a smile and they smiled too. He remembers they had dinner together that night and she didn't rush for Yoongi to accept her competely. He actually liked the women. She is gentle, kind, loving, anything a child wish their mother would have. Plus, she loved yellow daffodils too. He quickly approved of her and his father was delighted when he heard that. In just 3 years they got married and Yoongi gained a cute little stepbrother named Jungkook. He felt as if all the good things in life are falling into place again, although often ignoring the inner emptiness that is screaming at him at times.

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'Min Yoongi!'

Yoongi jumped up from his seat as he looks up from his photo of him and his mother to see a rather angry Hoseok standing in front of his desk.

'What do you want, Hoseok'

'You do realize you have a class in 2 minutes and the lecture isn't gonna start itself without you'

'What?!' Yoongi shouted while he quickly took a glance of his wristwatch.

'Oh shit! I don't even have my files ready yet!' At this point he finally stood up frantically, leaving the chair behind him fall with a loud 'thud' sound.

'Hoseok! Why didn't you tell me earlier!'

'I have been calling your name for 10 times at least and you never answered! Seokjin is not in today and he isn't gonna help you calm Namjoon down if he sees you being late for your OWN class.'

Yoongi glanced up from his stack of papers that he is sorting, hands never stopping.

'Ya know, although he is OUR friend but he is still the principal and he HIRED you, so he still pays you and you still have to do a good job and focu-'

'Hoseok, ill talk to you later, keep watch for me in case Namjoon goes around asking where did I go' Yoongi said as he rushed out of the office with his leather bag.

'BUT YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE THE CLASS-' Hoseok shouted, but he was greeted by the wind from the flapping of Yoongi's  trench coat while he dashes out.

'I guess he will figure it out by himself'

'Where the heck is class 6220?' Yoongi muttered to himself while he scans the sign board swiftly.

'Good job Yoongi, congratulations on getting fired on your first day of work' this time he said it out loud, feeling rather frustrated.

His eyes suddenly reached a point on the board where he instantly chimed out 'Got it!'. He quickly turned around, leather bag tight in his hands,preparing to sprint. Just as he was about to step out, he suddenly collided with someone, and the impact sent papers flying around. His mind cared less about how his lecture materials went flying because he surely heard a loud 'thud' sound when the other person fell.

'Are you okay?!' Yoongi said as he extended his hand outwards.

The person, upon being called, instantly looks up to Yoongi as he extends his hands outwards too trying to catch Yoongi's arm.

'Yeah! Im okay!! Thanks!' The person said with an adorable eye smile.

Oh.  my. God.

Yoongi could swear his mind just went 'pak!' as if the lights went out.

He's so gorgeous

His mind went blank.

Hol shit I gotta get his name I gotta get his name I gotta get his name I gotta get his name I gotta get his name I gotta-

An idea popped through his head and he quickly looked down at the paper, scanning through it as fast as he can and there it is, written there, handwriting as cute as its owner

Park Jimin

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College Professor Yoongi X Cute Park Jimin which identity is unknown, what will happen between them two?

Hope you guys liked it! 

Ive been so inactive for almost half a year and I hope I finish this short story quickly :( 

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-jungkook's bunny teeth