Cigarettes and dandelions //yoonmin

a yoonmin fluff// "If i was a random thing, not a living, breathing person, I'd be that sad old pack of cigarettes, laying on the street, with half of the cigarettes burned and the other ones wet and dirty from the rain. And you... you'd be dandelion seeds, pretty and graceful, flying away from me, slipping through my fingers, flying up high into the blue sky, so high, till I can't reach you."
Jimin moves to Seoul from Busan, where he meets lots of people, finds a lot of friends and meets a person, who changes his life.