Days passed.
Everyone got more into the swing of things as the weeks progressed, setting unhealthy sleep schedules more often than not, and wheedling their way out of doing their homework.
Two new soulmate pairings had been found, and in the whirlwind of excitement at their newfound bond, the couples did not hold back from blatant public displays of affection.
Jimin left the vicinity any time this occurred within his range of sight or hearing.
But now, he had to deal with something else almost as disturbing: a stalker.
The boy he had crashed into that fateful day popped up literally everywhere, offering Jimin information he neither needed nor desired.
In this manner he learned Blondie's real name (Min Yoongi), his age (seventeen), his grade (senior), his aspirations (to be a world-renowned rapper), what classes he enjoyed (music and math), what classes he hated (literature and gym), and even what candy he liked best (Reese's).
Jimin rarely responded to his outbursts, preferring to let Yoongi run his spiel and hoping that he would lose interest quickly and leave.
But he never did. These one-sided confessions of the inner workings of Yoongi's mind always, always turned into questions about himself.
And it was then, always then, that Jimin would leave, just as he had done that first day.
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Apple Blossoms | Yoonmin
FanfictionIn a world where soulmates find each other through shared scents, how can a boy find true love if he can't smell anything?
