It was still early in the morning when the clouds gathered around in the sky hiding the sun behind them. The colour of the sky had turned grey from black. There was stillness in the air, everything was at standstill, not a single leaf rustling on the trees.
Half an hour past but there was no sign of sleep. His eyes remained wide open staring at the empty bed across him.
Yoongi’s eyes followed it until the car halted outside the dormitory.
A new admission? That too in August? It was rare when a student got transferred to their school in August.
“What?” Yoongi asked.
“There’s a new transfer student.”
“Mhmm.” Yoongi hummed in response.
“I saw HIS car.”
“Woah !! Did you really? Was it big? Is he rich?” Seokjin asked, shifting closer to Yoongi.
“I guess so.”
Yoongi dropped his chopsticks and tilted his face. He quirked his eye brows up and spoke, “Rich brat? Funny coming from the one who owns the school.”
“Shut up! It’s different for me.” Seokjin slapped Yoongi’s arm.
“I’m not.” Seokjin slapped again, Yoongi rolled his eyes and continued eating his food.
Yoongi was heading to his room after his breakfast when he heard ruckus from the corridor.
But what was he doing outside his room? He had to find it out.
Warden turned around hearing his voice, "Oh Yoongi. I was waiting for you."
"For me Sir?"
"Oh Yes ! I want you to meet your new roommate here, Park Jimin."
Smooth, velvety chocolate ice-cream with lots and lots of choco-chips just the way he like. His face round, his cheeks chubby and lips, Yoongi had never seen lips so plump.
"Hello." Yoongi managed to speak again tilting his head toward one side and gazing at the boy again.
Jimin was now alone, in the company of Yoongi and a suitcase bigger than him. He clutched tightly around his arm making himself look smaller, his eyes fixated on the floor.
It was heavy, very heavy but Yoongi couldn't back down. He was a big boy, certainly big enough to carry a suitcase of his new roommate inside.
Yoongi tried to lift it again, Jimin stared.
Yoongi gave up!
He pushed the suitcase with all his might, the screeching sound echoing in the entire hallway.
Yoongi stopped for a moment and muttered an apology, looking at the young boy next to him who's eyes were still at the floor. He took a deep breath and pushed the suitcase inside the room in one go.
"That's your bed." Yoongi pointed to the empty bed who's sheets, surprisingly, were changed to fresh ones while Yoongi was gone for breakfast.
"So!" Yoongi cleared his throat. "Jimin."
Jimin immediately lifted his head up on hearing his name. His eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost.
Jimin looked down at his hands, his thumbs fidgeting with each other. His lower lip wobbled as he bit them.
"Toilet." Jimin mumbled. Yoongi looked confused, unable to decipher what he said.
"Toilet. Where is the toilet?" Jimin spoke in a little louder voice.
Jimin nodded and got up, taking baby steps out of the room. Yoongi watched him go, he found the boy pretty and soft like the mochi he had seen in one of those sweet shops.
Yoongi was waitinf and it was taking Jimin too long. He was contemplating if he should study or sleep again till lunch time.
It was after a long while Jimin came back. He quietly shut the door and lay on his bed, his back toward Yoongi.
Yoongi saw the redness in his eyes and he was sure Jimin had cried.
He had thrown a tantrum, wailing loudly, clutching to his mother's legs too tightly not wanting to let go.
All memories came alive before Yoongi's eyes again. He still felt lonely but he had made some friends who made him feel less lonely than before.
Jimin stilled on his bed and brought his knees closer to his chest.
"No talking is okay but crying is not okay." Yoongi said again.
It took Jimin a while but he raised his body to sit back on his bed and stared at nothing.
"I-I'm ten." Jimin answered, hesitatingly followed by a hiccup.
"Ten?" Yoongi jumped in surprise. "You're a little baby."
"I'm not a baby." Jimin whined. " I'll turn.." he stretched both his hands out and started counting.
"Cute." Yoongi chuckled. "I'm thirteen. So i'm your hyung. Call me hyung okay?"
Jimin nodded fervently, staring at Yoongi with googley eyes and a pout on his lips.
That day went well, Yoongi slept till noon and woke up just before lunch. He had woken up to Jimin snoring softly as he clung to a plushie.
"Who do we have here?" Hoseok, Yoongi's friend and favourite junior, asked during lunch time.
"Hoseok-ah. Don't scare the kid." Seokjin swatted his hand away. He scooted down a little and smiled brightly "Hello, I'm Seokjin."
"Jimin." he answered from behind Yoongi.
"Maybe in few days he'll start talking more." Seokjin had explained
Yoongi was noticing how Jimin would tremble everytime it thundered.
"Shift." He spoke placing his blanket on the bed. Jimin was confused bur still shifted toward the edge of the bed.
"My ma did this everytime I couldn't sleep." Yoongi said, hugging him tightly and humming the only lullaby he remembered.
"Shush. Just sleep."
Jimin nodded and closed his eyes. Yoongi's hum near his ears blocked out the thundering and his breaths slowly evenned out until he was fast asleep.
And Yoongi did too !!
That was his place, his haven that comforted him when he couldn't break past Jimin's walls.
Yoongi had sneaked in a cupcake and a candle. He had asked Jimin to make a wish before blowing the candles.
Two days went by but Jimin was still the same. Yoongi had to do something.
"What are you waiting for?" Yoongi asked.
"I-I don't understand." He asked, confused.
Yoongi outstretched his hand through the hole, "Come on!! hurry up."
"Let's go !!" Yoongi said and started running pulling Jimin along.
Yoongi smiled widely, he had found his new favourite song, "Jimin's giggles" and he would do anything to hear it more often.
"Yes it's pretty easy. Here let me show you." Yoongi grinned.
Yoongi stretched upwards and wrapped his hands around the thick branch that was nearer the ground. He placed his one foot on the trunk and swung himself up.
"Now you try."
"But..But What if I fell?" Jimin pouted.
"You won't. Here take my hand." Jimin outstretched his hand for Jimin to hold.
"Now place your one foot on the trunk of the tree."
"Place your other arm around the branch I'll pull you up."
Jimin stumbled a little but Yoongi held him from his waist. His feet were now on the dark coloured thich branch of the tree. He couldn't believe he was standing few feet above the ground.
"Yes you did. I'm proud of you." Yoongi whispered, watching the younger boy's eyes disappearing as he smiled widely, forming half moons.
"You like it?"
"Yes a lot. I love it." Jimin had spread his arms, standing straight.
Yoongi sat down on the branch, his legs dangling down as he pulled Jimin to sit beside him.
Yoongi looked in the direction and saw a nest hidden in a tuft of leaves.
Jimin scooted closer, his eyes softening as he watched the tiny birds. His brows furrowed and he tilted his head.
"Jimin.. Jiminie. What happened?" Yoongi was panicking. He wanted to make him smile, wanted to see him smile not to make him cry.
He was crying continuously, spilling on his face along with the snot running down. He looked distraught. Yoongi didn't know what to do. He looked around and pushed his hand in his pocket.
"Jiminie, Don't cry please." he pleaded
"J-Jimin. I don't understand." Yoongi was confused, he didn't quite understand what he means.
"Papa said Mama is gone." He looked up. "in the sky."
"Jiminie." He spoke.
"My Ma told me, when people leave they turn into air, always staying around us" he spoke.
"Really?" Jimin wiped his cheek with the sleeves of his shirt.
Jimin shook his head furiously.
"Then stop cry."
Jimin wiped all his tears and snot, "See I'm not crying."
"But I still want my Mama." Jimin pouted slightly, his lower lip trembled as he did his best to hold back his tears.
Yoongi thought for a while. An idea struck him and he grinned wide.
"Share?" Jimin was lost, he didn't know what Yoongi meant.
"I have my Ma. She is really nice. I won't mind sharing my Ma with you."
"Really? We can do that?"
"Why not? She will love you."
Jimin changed after that. He became more cheerful and giggly, not that Yoongi was complaining.
They spent most of their time together, sneaking off from school, climbing trees.
"Hyung you are so cool. You know even swimming." Jimin watched him with stars and moons in his eyes.
"I can teach you too."
Jimin shook his head.
"C'mon. I taught you how to climb tree too. Trust me."
Yoongi smiled and Jimin agreed.
Jimin made failing splashy strokes but somehow made progress in few days. Yoongi was proud watching his little friend swim across the rivulet.
They had watched those tiny birds grow and fly away, in search of new home. Jimin was sad, a little bit but nothing that a hug from Yoongi couldn't fix.
The rivulet was frozen and their hangout place was covered in snow making it impossible for them to spend alot of time there but still they just liked to sit there.
The time they couldn't go out they spent in their room under their blankets, talking and giggling.
It had snowed alot the night before. Yoongi and Jimin stayed under their blanket, snuggled together, limbs tangled because it was cold. Yoongi somehow couldn't stop thinking what his friends had said him earlier.
"B-boyfriend what?" Yoongi's face heated up, Was it summer already?
"It's Valentine's day tomorrow. People kiss those they love."
"They do? But I always kiss his cheeks. what is the difference?"
"Just like you do to Namjoon?" Yoongi asked.
"Yeah just like that." Seokjin smirked.
"Okay." Yoongi answered as they halted outside library where Seokjin had to go.
"And stop watching me kiss my boyfriend Yoongles." Seokjin shouted behind him.
Yoongi held Jimin's hand as they headed to their favourite place. Yoongi loved Jimin, ofcourse he did. He cared for him the most. And maybe he would kiss him too, if that was what was meant by the Valentine's day.
"Happy Valentine's day." Yoongi muttered under his breath.
Yoongi cleared his throat before speaking "Valentine's day."
"Valentine's." Jimin repeated.
"Today we kiss people we love." Yoongi replied, sheepishly smiling.
"But why kiss one day? why not all days? I want kisses all days."
"Hyung." Jimin was blushing harder than ever. The blush travelling down toward his neck hidden under a muffler.
"You love me Hyung." Jimin spoke softly.
Yoongi stopped functioning. Ofcourse he did and he thought Jimin knew. They both love each other.
Jimin pecked Yoongi's lip just the way he felt Yoongi do it, "I love you too Hyung. You're my bestest friend, more than bestest friend."
"You're mine too."
They made new friends, Taehyung who was a new admission in Jimin's class and Jeongguk, junior and also Taehyung's roommate.
She was proud of the gentleman Yoongi was growing up into. It was all happy days in Yoongi and Jimin's world.
Jimin was proud of his friend, who he loved so much.
But what he didn't know was that his luggage was being packed in his room. Yoongi and Jimin walked into their with Yoongi's side empty.
"Ma, what is this?"Yoongi asked.
His mother lifted his face to spare a glance at his son, her eyes filled with tear and pity before they turned toward his father.
"We are leaving." He said.
Yoongi's world came crashing down hard. Leaving, that meant leaving everything, his friends, his room, his school but more than anything JIMIN.
"No." Yoongi spoke, his eyes fixated at Jimin. "I'm not leaving."
Yoongi screamed and kicked but he was dragged out of the boarding school and pushed on the car. He watched Jimin's hand slipping out of his and he tried to grab it again, tighter this time.
Yoongi couldn't breathe, he couldn't eat or smile. His home was gone, it was far away from him and he needed him.
Yoongi wasn't the same anymore because Yoongi only existed, only laughed with Jimin. Without Jimin there was no Yoongi.
Everyday after he came back from his new school he sat on the steps of their house, waiting for any new letter but nothing ever came.
After few months Yoongi gave up. And it was then he woke up to a postman delivering letter for Min Yoongi.
It was from Taehyung.
It only took few words for Yoongi's dam to break and tears to flow out.
Yoongi had lost all hopes of finding his best friend ever again. He had lost his little Jiminie forever.
The early morning flight touched the land of Seoul. Yoongi stretched his body and rose up to get out of the plane. It felr weird, he was back to Korea after almost 10 years. He waited long, sometimes he had thought he was being an idiot, trying to go back.
But before school he had an important place to visit.
His heart was thrumming in his chest, he could feel the coldness seeping into his skin as he walked but the old memories kept him warm.
"Oh sorry !! I thought no ine came here." Yoongi was brought back from his memories by a soft voice and he whipped his head in its direction.
They were of almost same height. Yoongi could recognize that face anywhere even when it shed all the baby fat.
Both looked at each other, none of them making a move to step forward. Yoongi felt like he was taken back to the summer of '57. They stared at each other for a long time.
"You came back." Jimin ended the silence
"I visited here every Valentine's day."
"You believe in it now?" Yoongi dry chuckled.
"Not really but it holds a precious memory of mine." Jimin blushed and looked away.
"Mine too." yoongi whispered.
"I wrote letters to you." Yoongi spoke.
"I didn't know. My father took me away." Jimin shrugged.
"Why are you back?" Jimin asked.
"I left behind something precious of mine. Why are you?"
Another step and they were standing mere inches away from each other.
Yoongi reached out to touch Jimin's face gently, "Wow!! You're beautiful."
"I missed you Jiminie."
Jimin didn't speak, a whimper left his mouth as a teardrop fell on his cheek "I missed you too."
"Happy Valentine's day." Yoongi breathes before diving back in to kiss Jimin again.