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Park Jimin, a quite normal ballett teacher. He was never sure if this was the life he wanted, but this was the most comfortable he could imagine. His cat, his job, his friends were all he needed to be happy. At least like he thought.
After his best friend, the CEO of one of the biggest entertainment companies in the country, made him attend a party for the important of the important, he realised how much spice of life he was missing, although he never liked the taste. A wrong turn, a wrong word, the wrong people. Suddenly he found himself involved with people that could mean the biggest change in his life. People like Kim Namjoon, who prefered money, guns and power over dance, cats and latest fashion. Only later, he was going to find out about the little childish games, the sweets, the art, his poetic love...and french.
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"Nobody's afraid of nothing."
"Then what are you afraid of?"
"...mourir seul, chaton."
❝ Roses~ ❞
Yoongi was a little boy when he first saw him. A very small boy with the appearance of a stray black cat. He sat on the swing, the creaking making a tune.
❝ Ah no no! ❞
Yoongi looked over, another dark haired boy covering the roses with his jacket, getting wet himself from the rain. Yoongi's would see the boy everyday at the park near his house, always taking care for the flowers outside of an apartment.
It continued to be like that. Until Yoongi graduated senior year of high school. Jimin would sit on the swing, crying. The same swing Yoongi would sit and swing.
❝ That's my spot... ❞
Yoongi mumbled but felt his heart sank when the other now blonde haired boy looked up at him with red eyes. Yoongi couldn't help but hold the other boy and rubbed the back of his head and Jimin cried into his shoulder.
❝ What's got you down, flower boy. ❞