Forget Me Not

Chapter Four

The green house was rather pretty. Tae and Hoseok both enjoyed it here, but the smell of dirt and humid air never failed to make Yoongi feel gross. Like bugs were crawling up his spine. The plants made him feel like he was in a zoo enclosure. He had only offered to come because he knew Jimin could hear people. While he never outright thought that the small boy could hear the others, he did assume. His assumptions were only confirmed when he ended up behind him- music loud and blaring from one little headphone, but the other silent. When he'd pulled it from his ear he hadn't heard the thump of the bass playing through it either.

The left one was broken. Jimin just walked away, acting like he was in some form of ignorant bliss when in fact, he heard all those horrible things. Things even Yoongi found horrendous, shooting out of their mouths as if it were nothing. So, when Jimin shrugged it off, lied,- asked why Yoongi was here... Yoongi decided Taehyung had a point. The boy needed a friend, he needed someone he felt he could talk to. That built him up and praised him for who he truly was.

Yoongi was anti-social, a bit pristine, but not heartless. Although he wished there were less butterflies in here. And that it smelt less like compost... and it was a bit musty.

He missed tea with his mother.

"Well," Jimin tossed his bag into a corner, not seeming to mind as the Cobra Lily poked at it. "This is it. Sammy is hanging out around here somewhere- but um... don't touch him. He doesn't like people touching him, just let him touch you. You'll know if its okay to touch him, he'll let you know if it is."

Yoongi nodded, reaching into his back pocket to pull out his phone- absently going to click at his music playlist when something rubbed against his thigh. He looked down to see the supposedly shy cat rubbing its head against his jeans. Sniffing- nudging, and then sniffing again before he jumped up. Sammy quickly made himself at home in Yoongi's lap.

"He let me know." he smiled, the wide smile that his mother told him made his gums show,- that made his nose scrunch. If he were to ever smile during an argument he'd immediately lose. "Nyla will hate me."

"Nyla?" Jimin raised his brows, pulling his sweater over his head and chucking it to the floor, revealing a black shirt, the back stating Alec Benjamin, U.S. Tour 2018. "Is that your cat?"

Are those your abs?  Yoongi's brain fired back. Why was this tiny boy so toned? Yoongi just nods, running his hands over Sammy's side gently. "American tour?" he hummed. The lights beamed onto Jimin's face as he dropped down to the empty spot next to Yoongi, his wand wrapped into his belt loop. The item a soft red shade- delicate designs carved into the lower half.

Yoongi's was a deep brown- so dark it was mistaken for black. Simple, the only sign of it being anything more than a stick was the glossy coating covering it and the small area for this thumb to rest. Olivander had found the simplicity of it rather hilarious. Yoongi had tried to ask why, all those years ago, but the man had merely said to come visit him again after he graduated. His mother had ushered him out of the shop saying that she wouldn't be buying him a new one, that would be up to him.

"Oh, yeah," Jimin smiled a bit, pulling on the shirt that clung to his skin like a magnet. "My mom took me to America before, and she saw there would be a concert, so then we went to an Alec Benjamin concert together on a whim- she didn't even know I was a fan," Jimin smiled a little bit harder, the corners of his eyes scrunching up as he pet Sammy's head lightly with the back of his fingers. "It was nice."

"Sounds so." Yoongi hummed- clicking on his playlist. 12:45 by Etham begin to play. He skipped it,- Your Song by Elton John playing instead. Muggle music was one of his favorite classes. Current time producers were his role models, but the classics were his icons. His only real passion was composition, but there wasn't much he could do with that in the industry.