short termed : jimin & yoongi

42.

８／１０／２９
monday.

eleven weeks exactly
after the death of min
yoongi. park jimin was
sitting on the second last
row of the aisle.

a person
invited to the private
funeral which was held
by yoongi's parents.
jimin remembered
yoongi's words ten
years ago. he knew
exactly where he shouldn't
be looking at. but rather
than where, it was a who.

"i've heard things about
you, young man"

"pardon sir?"

jimin looks up, to find a tall,
lean man, his face etched
with dark features and the
one who was seated instantly
knew who he was.
this was the who.

"my son's personal butler,
kim doowon has been
reporting to me. he says
you're the first person to ever
help my son get better. apart
from the family of course"

the father smiled eerily with
eyes bending into the
shapes of crescents, the ones
yoongi always had when he
smiled. he wasn't a pleasant
man to be around, or maybe
it was because jimin knew
what he did and what he had done.
the lean male bent down,
reaching to jimin's eye level and
moved up close.

"i'm guessing you also know
what i did to yoongi. don't you?"

he whispered.
and jimin gulped.

a//n
forgot to update cause i fell asleep
:))
@ 6PM
WTF IS WRONG WITH ME?