ghost

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yoongi is a really good friend.

"jimin-ah, look, i found this for you."

too good of a friend, sometimes. jimin's heart squeezes in his chest.

"what is it, yoongi-ah?" he turns around with a shit-eating grin.

yoongi scowls. "don't be a brat."

jimin giggles as yoongi hands him a flower. (is it a daisy? jimin doesn't know. but yoongi has always noticed jimin likes these.)

he scrunches his nose happily. "thank you, hyung. it's pretty." his mind races, as does his heart.

yoongi plops down on the soft patch of grass beside jimin. "it's just a weed. why do you like those anyway?"

jimin rolls his eyes. he can't say that out loud. not to yoongi. it'd be a catastrophe. a catastrophe!

so instead, he acts like a smart ass. "why do you pick them for me? hmmm?"

yoongi shakes his head. the conversation ends there, and jimin is content.

yoongi has always been such a good friend.

🍊

jimin admires his flower. his little weed. a smile blooms on his face.

"jimin-ssi?"

jimin jerks a bit. mr. kim is standing in front of him, a clean brow raised pointedly.

"let's pay less attention to flowers and more attention to the math lesson, hm?"

jimin glances around the room. everyone is staring at him. some students were giggling.

jimin is blushing furiously.

"sorry, mr. kim."

mr. kim hums and turns back around to head to the front of the room.

jimin glances at his flower again, then back up to where yoongi sits across the room. yoongi is looking at him with a small, soft smile.

yeah.

🍊

his flower is wilted when he takes it out of his pocket back in his dorm room. he pouts a little, but sets it down on his dresser with the rest of his little flowers yoongi has given to him.

his roommate scoffs behind him. "you're pathetic."

jimin flushes and turns around. "w-what do you mean?" he knows exactly what he means.

taehyung rolls his eyes and trails back to his bed sleepily. "you should tell him. graduation is soon, you know."

jimin knows. it's been weighing heavily on his mind lately. yoongi is going to graduate, and jimin's going to be stuck here all alone. well, he has taehyung, but it's difficult. taehyung isn't yoongi. taehyung doesn't give him his notes when he forgets to do an assignment. taehyung isn't his hyung who he can pick on by using improper honorifics. taehyung doesn't put up with all his bullshit. taehyung doesn't pick him flowers (weeds) that he knows jimin likes.

taehyung doesn't feel like home.

jimin shakes his head. "he doesn't feel that way about me. i'd be wasting my breath." he smiles to himself.

jimin can hear the exhausted eye roll in taehyung's voice. "whatever you say."

it always seems like everyone knows something jimin doesn't.

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a/n: hi :) it's been such a long time since i posted an actual story on here ... how are u all ?? i've missed it here :D i hope u will enjoy this as much as i have enjoyed writing it hehe