His plan originally wasn't to just sit on the sand all day. Yoongi just wanted to get his goddamn precious bike back. Was he asking for that much?

'I swear, I will leave if you don't show up'

But on another note, the young one was enjoying the atmosphere, why wouldn't he? And now he was questioning himself why did he want to meet up here in the first place? The boy could've just brought the bike directly to the restaurant. No harm, no stress, easy. But it was just himself that had to be complicated all the time.

Well, the gray haired liked this place, a little too much, actually. And that boy, hell, he didn't even remember his name. Just that brown hair of his. Yoongi reallg didn't study his features too much... It was just something that sparked his interests. 'Maybe it was that question'

Actually not.

Yeah, he didn't remember that even. How many normal humans don't remember their first conversation with someone. And yet again, he had another question. 'What did he even ask when we spoke...?', Yoongi thought with his fingers on the surface of the camera.

"..ey-"

Did he just hear something? He's young, his mind shouldn't be playing with him.

"...hey"

A fragnent of a voice suddenly brought him back.

"HEY!"

The gray haired flinched at the sudden loud voice. It hit him right in the ears, like blasting music trough your headphones at maximum volume. Yoongi turned his head a little too quickly, only to see a brown head dragging desperately a bike trough the sand. Wind hitting him and making his hair stick in all directions. It wasn't working pretty well.

"I'm really sorry that i am late! I got held up at school with something!", the other boy said while he almost dropped himself on the sand, also still half screaming.

Yoongi just kept an awkward silence.

"You don't have to look at it like that, your bike is fine, don't worry....I mean..."

He looked at Yoongi.

"If you don't mind..um, let's say a few scratches", he smiled sheepishly. "I really didn't have the intention to hurt your bike", he said petting it.

Yoongi arched a brow and his eyes squinted a little, looking confused. His fingers tightened around the camera. 'What the-'

He got what he wanted now he was free, but..what was this.

'Why don't you leave, Yoongi, you got what you wanted, he is consuming your time'

'Shut up', he mentally answered scrunching up his nose.

"So um...why didn't you remain yesterday to eat with me?"

Yoongi looked confused at him.

"I mean, you were hungry, after all. Yourself said it."

Jimin went much closer to Yoongi's liking, whispering in his face.

"I was left alone with that Jin guy to eat while he stared and smiled at me", he said with his eyes comically wide and a shushed tone.

Yoongi surpresed himself for letting out a chuckle at the others stupidity.

"You're not my mother, nor my friend for me to eat with you"

Jimin smiled.

"We're not indeed. But why did you insist for me to come here to get your bike. I could, you know bring it directly to the restaurant. I am working there, aren't I?"

Jimin smiled again, this time with a victorious attitude.

Yoongi scoffed, turning his gaze away, gripping sand in his fist.

"Yah! Don't do that, you are hurting it!", Jimin squealed, pushing hard his hand away.

Again, Yoongi looked at him with a puzzeled expression, maybe a hint of concern present on his face?

Jimin got the message quickly and turned his head to look at the point where the sky and water seemed to form a perfect thin line. It was cloudy and dark. Wonderful red-pink spots covered the sky.

"Sorry about that, it's um-"

"I don't care", he said getting up and cleaning himself of sand. He grabbed the handle of the bike and was about to leave.

Jimin was a little shocked and remained down observing him. How he always checks his camera and looks carefully at it. Too much care... His actions hurt him actually. He questioned why was everyone leaving him so quick,

every

single

time.

And he really couldn't take that anymore. He didn't know why he snapped at that moment.

"Is your ego bigger than your fucking brain??!", Jimin suddenly screamed at the other who was already a little far.

Yoongi's movements came to a halt.

"Do you even care about someone else beside yourself?!", he continued getting up and turning in his direction, with the back at the splashing beautiful ocean.

"Everyone cares about you! Yet, all you do is turn your back at them, not even saying a thank you!"

Yoongi fixed his green jacket.

"Are you done, boy?", he didn't even look at him. " Stop acting like you know me, we've just met yesterday"

"My name is Jimin!", he screamed over the wind.

He tryied to take a calming breath. "Why do you have to make everyone around you sad?"

Heavy seconds of silence covered them, more like the salty smell.

"Sadness makes you grow up, Jimin"

⏪⏸⏩

It's been days since Jimin has heard anything from Hoseok. His seat at school was empty and he wasn't answering his messges.

Jimin dropped himself on the bed with his hand over his head, the phone from the other fell with a muffled thud on the not so soft matress.

A loud sigh filled the empty and dark room.

"I'm sorry for dropping you, phone", Jimin said quietly, not looking at it. " Hope you don't hate me"

"I hope Hobi doesn't hate me.."

"Yoongi sure does", he spoke looking at the white ceiling.

For Jimin having someone hating on him or not being able to communicate with that person, was a living hell. After losing his brother...he changed. Who wouldn't change, afer all. And that wejrd call he got from him, made him lose his mind.

He saw the world differently.

Everything around started to matter. Even the objects. He cared about them. And the boy wasn't questioning his sanity. 'I guess it's normal', he always said in his head when people on the streets were giving him questionable looks as he was talking with objects.

But he started hiding it since he had to blend himself in society. Seeing how careless others were with things actually their life depended on it. That was 'okay'.

But...

It hurt him to see things slammed around, bejng thrown to trash, things to be forgotten, ripped. Jimin really tried to contain himself not to scream on the street or wherever they where at that moment, at those people, not to hurt those objects.

The boy searched what was this. On the internet of course, he was too naive. Was he really sick? Mentally unstable? For giving objects human feelings? He was talking with them...

And that gave him strenght.

Still thinking of his friend, he remebered their sign of friendship.

Hoseok found out in fifth grade, when he saw Jimin placing his pens in his pencils case, way to obvious. How he actually pet them before, telling them 'everything is going to be okay' and 'sleep well', then he was slowly closing it up with the zipper.

At first Hobi was shocked and thought the other was joking but one day it happened to drop his whole backpack into a lake, the place they used to hang out, before it was completly drained. To the present day, they didn't know why it had drained. Was that even possible?

As they were running around, Hoseok grabbed his backpack and started teasing him, saying he will drop it into the water.

At first, Jimin screams meant nothing. He was playing, Hobi wasn't serious. But then he saw the tears starting to flow in a steady rythm on his face...

Hoseok realised then.

The quick movement made him stumble as he aproached the edge way to much. Jimin got the chance to react as he reached him. The brown haired got his hand and dragged him, making Hoseok tumble over, falling with force over Jimin. Soon a loud splash turned their attention as the backpack dissapeared under the water.

Jimin desperatelty pushed Hoseok aside going to the edge and looking down. "Where are you?", he screamed at the water, making the birds from the tree next to them fly away. Hoseok hugged him tight, crying on his shoulder.

Carefully picking the flower out of the book, the brown haired went back to sit on the bed. He looked at it.

How Hoseok lied and told him that his backpack has rencarnated into that flower wich he was holding now.

Jimin laughed.

"Please be okay, Hoseok..."

⏪⏸⏩

"I swear to God, where the fuck did you put my apron, Namjoon?!"

A head pocked out of a room. "I didn't even touch it", he said with a confused look. The purple strands covering his eyes a little.

"Of course, it just ran away by itself", Jin crossed his arms.

"Ask Yoongs"

"He locked himself in his room again", Jin answered over his shoulder as he was leaving already, probably going into the kitchen.

Namjoon wasn't the type to have this motherly side. To comfort others as good as Jin was doing it. He was about go back into his room when he heard a loud 'bang' followed by another one. All of them coming from Yoongi's room.

The purple haired eyed the door in the back of the hall. Iconic 'Stay out' signs were on it. The boy approached.

He knocked hard a few times, only to hear the noises inside stop. And a defening silence followed.

"Yoongi? What's going on?"

Silence. Again.

"Just tell me you are okay, or you just tripped over everything but you're still fine", Namjoon spoke loud.

Soon, a click was heard.

The door opened revealing a Yoongi with puffed red eyes and lot of things scattered around like they were thrown. Everything was a mess, including his hair and clothes. Pictures were on the ground, a few of them ripped.

Then Namjoon knew it was bad.

Yoongi lunged forward, hunging him tight, his head under his neck, soon crying like there was no tommorrow. His frame shaking with sobs.

Taller man was taken aback and for a moment didn't know what to do. He put his arms around him, embracinv him tighter when he felt the others legs not supporting him much anymore.

"T-they're fu-fucking dead!", he screamed into his chest, tugging at his shirt, now wet with despairful tears.

"The-they did n-nothing..w-wrong..", more sobs leaving his mouth.

They stood at the entrance of the room Namjoon, slowly rocking Yoongi in his embrance. He was scared a little, even if this was normal for them. Things like this were happening quite frequvent. But Namjoon wasn't the one to confort him. Jin was better at it.

When he felt the other calm a little, the gray haired walked him to his bed. Yoongi was pliant and sat on the corner with no complains.

Namjoon stood in front of him, kneeling at the same level and touching his shoulders slightly.

"Look at me, Yoongs"

The other was staring into nothing. Somewhere behind Namjoon. His face had a mask of dried sad tears. Reflecting what was into his soul like a mirror...

"Have you been taking your medication, Yoongs?", Namjoon looked around the room, to find an orange plastic container filled up with coloured pills. Untouched...

"Listen to me, you have to keep taking those, alright?", Namjoon spoke calmly, like he would do for a child. "Why don't you take one now? C'mon". He got up to grab the container and a glass wich to his fortune, had water in. It's good he kept one on his night stand.

A pill slided into Yoongi's slightly shaking hand. The taller looked at him and sighed, adding another one.

To his surprise, the boy took them without commenting anything like he usually does.

The effect kicked in fast, his eyelids falling slowly, heavy. Everything seemed far and he felt light. He felt at peace.

Namjoon placed him properly on his bed and covered him. He sighed soundly looking at his sleeping state. Bed cover rising and falling in a ritmic motion.

'I'm sorry...I'm sorry you can't bring them back'

'I'm sorry we weren't there...'

He slowly collected all the ruined photos. It broke his heart to see such beautifully captured things, to be broke like they meant nothing. He knew how hard Yoongi worked to get his major in photography. How happy he was when he got it and now he's still unemployed...doing nothing with his life because of some horrible past events wich should not be described in words. He can't give up on his dream.

He hated to live in an apartament above a toxic restaurant. His work couldn't support them all. They needed money... He didn't even knew if he did well in the last project, his boss didn't say a thing and he wondered if he would be fired. Maybe he didn't like how he designed that building he asked for...

"Namjoon!"

He heard Jin calling him.

He got up, his bones making unhappy sounds for staying too much in the same position.

With his hands full of destroyied pictures he went downstairs. A chirpy Jimin greeted him. He was already cleaning up, like Jin instructed him. He was working there now.

They really wanted to go back in buisness and they nedded all the possible help to get the restaurant back on feet.

"Hello!", Jimin smiled wide, stopping from cleanning.

"Hi, um-", he stood awkwardly there, eyes scanning for Jin.

"Where's-"

"What is that?", the brown haired asked pointing at the pictures. Curosity getting the best out if him.

"Wanna be helpful? Bring some transparent tape". Jimin nodded and without hesitation went to the counter board to take some. Because Namjoon was breaking stuff often, Jin decided to leave it there.

Suddenly Jin came out of the kitchen holding a picture and laughing hard as Namjoon was spreading the broken pictures on the freshly cleaned table. 'I've spent some time to clean that', Jimin thought as he watched the taller already turning it dirty back.

"Help me glue these"

"What happened?"

"Just don't ask questions, Jimin"

"Why-"

"Do you want to be payed or not?"

Jimin looked down, biting his lip

"Ah, Jin hyung! We need to talk!", he turned quickly, only to see Jin laughing like crazy. An high pitched sound like whiping windows was heard in the restaurant.

Namjoon took notice of the paper he was holding and snatched it away as Jin was holding on a table for support because he laughed so much.

It was actually a photo.

Namjoons eyes widened and he hid it behind his back, not letting Jimin see it.

"Were did you find this?!", and Jin only continued laughing. After some time he calmed and stood up, taking it back. "I'm so handsome, it's a sin, I swear and your expression in that is-"

Both, Jimin and Namjoon rolled their eyes and sighed.

"Leaving jokes aside, we need to talk"

Jin looked at him, smile slowly dissapearing.

"It's serious"

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(A/N)

Okay...first of all..

OH MY GOD THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 300 VIEWS. THANK YOU FOR THAKING TIME TO READ THIS.
THANK YOU FOR YOUR FUNNY AND ALL OF THE COMMENTS ACTUALLY

I actually didn't expect it to reach here..thank you all who took time from their lifes just to read this and leave a comment...it means so much to me.

Thank you to all who reminded me to smile.

And of course, to everyone actually! Thank you, sunshine, yeah, you! Yeah, you are a sunshine! Thank you for existing and making this world a better place haha.

And now the second thing...

Yeah, i'm not dead, so here's a new chapter. I apologize for what I wrote and all the spelling errors wich probbably won't be corrected.

Enriha,i_am_who_i_am_3,xbrowneyedbrunettex,JINFUL I love you guys.

Thank you for existing, i'm getting emotional damnit :")