Jimin's POV

*That Same Night*

"I earned loads today, Tae would be happy." Jimin thought to himself after checking the overwhelming amount of money that came through his bank account tonight

Still, being a camboy is not considered a 'job' for Jimin. Sure it does pay him well and helps with all the house bills but he doesn't need the money since all he wanted was only the feeling of being needed from the start. However, putting a little cash in his bestie's bank account isn't that bad of an idea.

Knowing that Taehyung doesn't love the rich kid and would probably want to break up with him as soon as possible once he found himself a decent job along with the money that Jimin is stubborn to put in his hands.

"Tired." Jimin mumbled warily and waste no more time to get inside his cleaned bed before reaching a hand out to turn off the nearby golden lamp just so he could easily drift to sleep with his blinds closing slowly as the world became pitch black.

*A Moment Later*

Whilst Jimin was snoozing soundly, he opened his lids to completely nothing but who would have known that his 'nothing' would become something once his eyes fall on a familiar boy who was standing under a blossoming pink tree with the usual top half of his face painted in 'blank'.

Slowly, Jimin observed his surroundings and it was plain white as if he was destined to be trapped inside a box just like the other dreams that invade his head every single night but this one is different and Jimin could sense it.

It's the curiosity of why does this one has a tree?

"Jiminie." The voice not far from the distance called out and before Jimin could process what was happening, his legs were already running towards the person he shared several words with before.

"Yoonie!" A happy smile enlightened Jimin's once confused face as he stands a metre or two infront of the mysterious person who is usually known by the name 'Yoonie' around here.

Even though the boy's eyes and nose were nowhere to be seen, Jimin was very much compelled to the person's pink thin lips that soon opened again to let out soothing sounds which Jimin surprisingly finds comfort in. "I missed you Jiminie, what took you so long? How's your day?"

"I don't know Yoonie...everything is just so weird lately and I-I just wanna know who you are, why do you keep appearing in my dreams?" Jimin threw out questions he has been dying to know the answers to.

However, Jimin was quickly drawn to how cute yet sharp the male's jawline looked and unexpectedly focused on the coverage of his smooth skin which is porcelain white from where it can be seen on his arms and ankles that weren't being covered by any silky white fabric.

"I'm Yoonie." The boy smiled, his pink healthy gums blinding Jimin's eyes in awe.

"No, the real you...what's your name?" Jimin pushed further, needing to know who was the teenager that has been occupying his dreams since Year 9 of high school. "Please...tell me."

Suddenly, the once blossomed pink petals began falling one by one and even the blinded boy managed to catch one of them as he slowly brought the petal into the palm of his calloused hand just clenched tightly onto it before shuddering at the warning of its fall. Every petal has its own meaning.

"I have to go now" The black-haired boy murmured while facing straight ahead but was unable to see the sudden alertness in Jimin's eyes and how the male's head almost instantly perked up at the words he can never get used to hearing.

"W-wait no...please tell me." The dreaming boy desperately reaches for the teenager's empty hand but when he thought that he finally managed to stop Yoonie from going, Jimin feels absolutely nothing, not even the slightest bit of warmth from the boy's pale skin but instead, his eyes widened like the saucers by a flash of red which erupts incredibly bright inside their touching hands.

Before Jimin could even think of letting go, a strong force that acts as a border between them pushed him back until his bottom made harsh contact with the white nonexistent floor that would of be mistaken as thick clouds from below.

Startled by what just happened, Jimin peered up from the freezing ground and noticed how a red glowing barrier protectively formed around the boy with no face but only thin lips that kindly offered him a sad smile as the falling petals cover up the floor one by one.

"I really need to go now Minnie." The mysterious boy, Yoonie sternly says yet it was more like he was pleading to not leave the younger alone like last time but he knows...he always does and Jimin would again be the person who begs for him to stop disappearing out of sight and stayed for just a little longer.

After hearing those words that hurt like the first time, Jimin again burst out crying, sniffling and sobbing everywhere but he didn't lose the hope to try standing up like a stubborn runt but the attempt only goes to waste when he was yet again pulled back by that magnetic force which pushes him further away from Yoonie.

"No! D-don't leave! I don't wanna be a-alone." The crying Jimin painfully screamed out while stuttering his knees closer to his panting chest so that he could feel any warmth at all and only hope for this sudden loneliness to vanish.

But the truth hurts more because even if the freshman wakes up now, he would still feel the exact same thing; lonely and trapped inside a white box that perfectly represents his unbanished dreams.

"I'm sorry Jiminie...but Yoonie really needs to go." The no-face boy whispered under the perishing tree that almost has no liveliness in it anymore. Its living counting every second of the boy's time until all the petals have at last reached the ground and soon be converted into ashes after making their last contact.

"P-please at least let me know your name!"

Once Jimin's beg was sent out, Yoonie disappeared like the end of a sunny day as the final petal detached itself from the now dead tree only to show the ugliness inside Jimin's once bloomed dream that was now filled with rumbles of dark clouds thickening everywhere like a spreading disease.

"P-please..." Jimin choked out his last words while frantically looking around as he wishes his Yoonie was right here with him right now but he goes, he always goes and leaves his question unanswered.

"I just want to know your name..." The orange-haired freshman glanced up at the tenebrous sky as droplets of filthy rain pour down like punishments from heaven and wash over him with the painful reality of how he will never get to know who the mysterious boy was.

"It's Min Yoongi, Goodnight Minnie."

Panting madly, Jimin's teary bloodshot eyes snapped open as he bolts up from the mattress while feeling the waterfall of sweats running down his back panel that sticks uncomfortably to his light blue pyjamas and the knocking sounds of his heart which keeps rising until it reaches his throat, ready to be set free.

"Min Yoongi...his name is Yoongi." The orange-haired male managed to gather a deep breath in but it was not that long for him to abandoned his creamy warm bed and rushed towards the cupboards with a great determination sets ahead of him. "And I heard that name before..."

"Where is it?!" Jimin frustratingly muttered as his sharp eyes flickered from one opened drawer to another, repeating those frantic steps of hurting the untranquil cupboards until he finally spotted a large, old, dusted book that was greedily occupying an entire birch wooden drawer.

Gasping a little, Jimin scrambled for the large book with his widely stretched out hands before almost losing his balance by turning around to heavily dropped it on his creamily painted desk which has some scribbled papers washing over to the sides like a peaceful shore.

Today's dream was anything but usual and Jimin was sure that he has heard that familiar yer intriguing name a long time ago. It was as if he has said it more than a million times himself and used to love calling out the boy's name unlike how he now begged with lungs that are so close to explode only for Min Yoongi not to leave.

Not minding the untouched layers of dust, Jimin gently swiped the pads of his fingers over the book's cover just so he could finally make out the silver engravings which reads 'Year Book' and underneath it, there was a 'Student Park Jimin' written in a smaller font.

"Please...you're my only hope." The freshman whispered with tearful eyes as his breathing became stable once he finally flicked over the first page and started scanning through those forgotten faces, smiles that lacked real warmth and eyes that Jimin never explored.

"Y8 Class 102." He read aloud and carefully trails his index over names which he faintly remembers before gazing at Taehyung who was smiling brightly in the polaroid beside him.

However, a sullen stretch in the corner of his mouth appeared when Jimin's eyes fall on his happy smile which the teacher must have taken of him near the end of year 8. Must have been a happy year...I don't recognise that smile on me at all. When even was the last time I was content in life?

But there is still no one by the name Min Yoongi and so Jimin sighed before flipping to another page with the hope to not be met with another disappointment. "Year 9, class 115...I was 14."

Not long, Jimin was quick to find himself in the middle of the page with a familiar smile which was way different compared to the one he saw only a second ago from last year and certainly one that he recognised.

Moreover, his face seemed skinnier than normal and his swollen eyes looked like they have something to tell, a story that he couldn't figure out inside the lost part of his forgotten memory.

"You became so..." Jimin cracked out an identical smile while feeling tears trickling down until they reach his jawline and at last, dropped on another polaroid under the name...Min Yoongi.

Right away, Jimin's heart sped up like an engine at the name he has been searching for but once his glimmering eyes flared up to a polaroid of the student who entered his dreams without any warnings, he was again met with another misfortune. "His face..."

His face was cut off just like in Jimin's dream but what that makes the freshman feels the slightest bit of ease was the same pair of lips that he remembers quite vividly of even if the boy wasn't smiling cutely like in his dreams but has his lips tightly pressed together into a thin straight line as if they have thousands of words to say.

"Yoonie." Jimin audibly whispered while ghosting his fingers over the edge of the polaroid that was unneatly cut off as if it was torn apart by the ends of two young hands.

As the orange-haired freshman stares into the picture which the top half was nowhere to be seen, he slowly began noticing something suspicious and it was nothing else than the boy's particular uniform.

It was a summer one, meaning that the picture was taken midway through the year unlike Jimin's one whereas he was wearing a navy blue winter cardigan.

Growing suspicious, Jimin questioned why Yoongi had his photo taken earlier than the rest of the class so without a second left to cure his curiosity, he cleverly dig out the polaroid from its frame and flip to the back since he knows that there will be the date of when it was taken.

As usual, his hunch was correct.

"First of July, what happened?" Jimin curiously murmured and thinks harder but all he got was nothing except a quick flash of his sad smiles overlapping with Min Yoongi's sealed ones, making everything become dizzy and unbearable to the point where Jimin would be at it again.

Everything happens way too fast and in no matter of seconds, his knees were already soiled to the carpeted floor and his lips trembles apart so that his endless plea could be heard.

"Yoonie! P-please don't go! Don't lea-leave me!" Jimin desperately cried out and clutches onto half of the polaroid as if he didn't want to let it go just like the boy's name which he was so used to calling back then and still is. "S..stay, just s-stay with me."

Yoongi's POV

*Tuesday*

The day where I get to make love with my baby came quicker than any fortune teller could have predicted and right now it is getting harder to breathe as the hotel room where Jimin is currently blindfolded in is only a few steps away.

Feeling his skin soaking with thin layers of sweat because of how nerve-wracking it is to do something as simple as being here, Yoongi pulled out a Unicorn pocket mirror which he has borrowed from no one other than Jung Hoseok and began to nervously check his reflection for the last time today.

Feline eyes scanning roughly over his nicely styled mint hair, white simple FG t-shirt and a normal pair of slim fit jeans although he knows all along that there was no point in dressing up because Jimin would already be waiting for him on the bed with his vision restricted as they have agreed on but how could he not?

After all, Yoongi was only a heartbeat away from making love to Park Fucking Ethereal Jimin.

The senior cannot express how he is feeling right now but it does feel like an accomplishment to the goal he thought was abandoned a month ago but somehow comes back to him eventually like a maze without an exit.

The 'goal' Yoongi calls it...thus how it really was just his foolish wishes to be able to see the younger in such close proximity, to witness his stupid smile every day, to gaze at how shades of pink blossomed prettily on his two squishy cheeks and lastly, his wish to love Park Jimin freely.

After Yoongi has successfully calmed his racing heart down with a few takes of a deep breath, he stopped in front of a medium-sized wooden door of an unknown hotel suite before punching in the codes Jimin has texted him earlier.

"I am doing this...don't be a coward. Jimin is blindfolded, he won't see how fucking pathetic you are." The minty head encouragingly banters to himself before taking the first step into an unfamiliar room.

Locking the door to heaven which a devil-like him entered through, Yoongi's eyes settled on the creamily coloured walls and the golden light radiating from the dazzling chandelier that can be seen doing its job perfectly fine since the mini corridor was nicely illuminated as if it was waiting for someone.

Someone that Yoongi never thought could be him.

Furthermore, the grey carpeted floor was well planted and it leads up to a regular-sized bedroom with one singular queen size bed in the middle which was occupied by one breathing creature that Yoongi immediately recognised to be Jimin.

Trying to restrain himself from looking or making any loud noises that might startle the latter, Yoongi sneakily tiptoed behind the daddy long legs camera and pressed a few buttons on it with a mischievous smile on his face.

After it was all finished and ready to go, Yoongi steps into the spotlight and finally allows his eyes to absorb everything and by everything...he meant a pretty man wearing only a silky pink robe with a velvety blindfold neatly tied around his head.

Infront of the senior who had a satisfied glint drowning inside of his darkening orbs, there was a mini oval-shaped glass table with all the little playthings Yoongi has requested for tonight's special lining up from big to small in size and is begging to be used.

"Cherry, I'm here."

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Author's notes :

23/6/21: okay I'm supposed to be revising my geography, history and science test for tomorrow but whatever 🙄

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