let's talk about the friend you always had with you. the one who always called himself V.

the one friend who stuck with you like bees to a flower.

he was a good guy with bangs that covered his eyes and a deep, contagious laugh- it's too bad we stopped talking to each other because of your useless jealousy. maybe we'd still be good helpful friends now.

I feel like he would help me to move on from you, by throwing away your numerous pieces of clothing that still smell like you, deleting our pictures and deleting you entirely from my routine clouded life.

Yoongi, I'm so alone.