"funny. most people strive to survive."

this new neighbor of his, yoongi, just seemed so sad.

"i'm not like most people."

"no shit, sherlock."

fuming smoke rose up above their heads like condensed water.

and it was the remains of poison from yoongi's lips.

"poison. you're literally drinking in poison."

yoongi then put out the cigarette, grinning.

"no shit, sherlock."

he clicked his tongue, pointing a finger at jimin. "ha, stole your line."

"but why?"

"why not?"

"i don't know. maybe it's because i'm actually quite happy."

he pulled out an empty cigarette pack.

"well, aren't i clearly happy."

and then jimin looked yoongi in the eyes, waiting for his gaze to truly lock with his.

and he told him.

"i think i can make you happy. what do you think about that?"

his answer surprised him.

"go ahead. try all you want."

he grinned this fake smile that showed how little hope he had left in himself.