The meaning of living| Yoonmin

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I'm currently sitting with yoongi under his tree. I didn't eat breakfast. I tried but I just spit it out.

"What are you drawing?" I ask looking over his shoulder.

"Nothing." He says closing his journal.

"So are you going to the game night tonight?" He asks trying to change the subject.

"If you come with me." I offer.

"Jimin." He sighs looking over at me.

I pout.

"Okay I guess." He gives in.

He sits his notebook down on his other side and lays back. I lay back too and look at the clouds.

"That one looks like a dinosaur." I point to a cloud.

"And That ones a flower." I add pointing to another one.

"That one looks like a cloud." Yoongi sasses.

"Why you gotta ruin the fun." I whine.

"Okay fine." He says looking up.

"That one looks like a heart." He points to a cloud.

"It does." I agree.

His hand brushes against mine when he lays it back down and I flinch.

"Sorry." He apologizes.

"It's fine." I say.

"Are you sure?" He asks.

"Yeah." I sit back up.

"No it's not." He mumbles.

"Yoongi stop letting your anxiety get the better of you." I demand.

"I'm sorry." He apologizes again.

"Why do you apologize so much?" I ask.

"My anxiety mixed with my OCD." He explains.

"Well you don't have to have anxiety around me." I say.

"I'll try." He states.

The baseball the others are playing rolls over to us. I pick it up and hand it to somebody. I see the guy from on the bus last Wednesday. I turn back to Yoongi.

"What the deal with that guy?" I ask.

"Which one?" He asks looking up from his notebook.

"The one that's staring at me." I say.

He looks back at his notebook.

"Eddie Bowlor. He came about 9 months ago. He has psychological problems. He watched his parents get murdered.
Why?" He asks.

"He hit on me last Wednesday." I answer.

"Did you like it?" He asks writing in his notebook.

"No. He asked me if I wanted to experience sex unforced. Then Taehyung scared him away." I answer with disgust in my voice.

"Good job Taehyung." He says.

"How do you know so much about Eddie?" I ask.

He looks up from his notebook.

"Mr. Kim told me that I should write down details about people so that I'm not so scared around them." He explains.

"Did you write anything about me?" I ask.

He looks back at his notebook.

"Yes." He Answers.

"Can I read it?" I ask.

"No." He quickly answer.

"Why?" I ask.

"Because it's personal." He mumbles.

"But it's about me." I whine.

"But I wrote it." He adds.

I pout.

"Jimin don't." He says.

"Please." I beg.

"Jimin you're so needy." He flips through his pages.

"I know." I say satisfied as he hands me his notebook.

Park Jimin
Date of arrival: 7-2-22.
First meeting: He was behind the giant teddy bear on his bed.
First impression: Really cute, sneaky, tiny.
Issues: OCD, Cutting, Eating disorder, Was raped.
Notes: doesn't like to be touched, wears sweatshirts.
Habits: hiding, holding his bear, staring into space, bringing his knees to his chest for comfort, whining.

"This is all?" I ask.

"Yeah." He says.

"Why were you scared to show me." I ask.

"Because I didn't know how you'd react." He answers.

"You want to know what I thought of you?" I ask.

"Sure." He says.

"I thought you were cute, but a tad rude, when I first heard your voice I was obsessed with it." I explain.

"Really?" He asks.

"Yeah, But when I got to know you I found out you're not rude just closed off." I explain.

The bell rings signaling lunch. We stand up and walk into building.

"Remember our deal." He says before we separate.