Jimin's POV

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Dear My Beautiful Daffodil

This may be the last letter I write to you but I hope to declare my true feelings through this little poem. Enjoy my love.

I recall the first time I saw you, the moment you look 'too good to be true'. Such a delicate flower you are to be surrounded by men and nerdy boys like me.

Oh, what did you do to me Daffodil?

I recall the second my heart shrine, the moment I say 'you are only mine'. Such a fucking idiot I am to easily fell in love with a boy like you.

Oh please tell me Angel!

I kill n' slay and do murder but that can't be halt, blame it on my addiction, falling too deep, I recall.

I wail n' sob and cry harder but that can't be your fault, blame it on my confusion,
drowning to sleep, I recall.

Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks and months past, yet I still find myself falling into an ocean consider of you and only you, my love.

And it's honestly isn't scary being engulfed by water that is just as warm as you. It felt like home actually, a place where I could pretty much relate once you smile like everything is okay.

Just another vast ocean that looked prettier than the others on the outside but its loneliness cannot be reciprocated on the narrowed inside.

No matter how strong the current is, I still find myself swimming at the same spot. Unmoving as if you don't welcome me to the bottom of your ocean.

But I want to, to know you better, to see more of that precious smiles, to falls in love deeper just by looking into your eyes and so much more...there are so many things I could love about you Park Jimin.

But I'm a greedy bastard and I only wished to be more than just above your sea level.

Is that too much to ask for Park Jimin?

No matter what your answer may be, I have already decided.

"I could drown myself in someone like you."

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"No. No...this isn't true." His mind suddenly going number, Jimin's hushed mumbles came out frantically as if he wanted to convince himself in something that can't be possible and probably isn't either, he thinks.

"Yoonie isn't h-him, he can't be." As the wind howls and rumbles from the outside, the orange-haired freshman hears no other sound except himself as he clutches the letter closer to his panting chest that lies an excitedly beating heart.

"No no...it's wrong, it isn't true anyway...the letter can just be here! Yeah...go bed, y-you're probably dreaming hahaha." Jimin laughs comically to himself as he consciously moves away from the ridiculous working desk and spun around for the door he never meant to open.

"Yoonie can't be that Senpai anyway, he can't even kill a single fly-" The blabbering did not last long.

In that mere fraction of a second, Jimin's eyes landed on the 'storage' wall as the nicely written letter in his tight grip falls out so effortlessly and landed on the ashy grey carpeted floor, making no sounds unlike the freshman's disturbed breathing that slice through the sudden thickening air.

In front of him were hundreds of polaroids that were hung up and clipped on a long connected cotton string which formed one huge map or a journey as it also included a polaroid being the beginning and another labelled as to be continued...

Right now, Jimin could feel his little heart in his humid throat, his beaten lungs in the pit of his churning stomach and his mind becoming crazy enough to drag his heavy feet that felt like it has been weighed down by an anchor towards a polaroid labelled as 'First Love', the beginning.

It was a picture of him taken in October, the second day of his University if the freshman remembered correctly but in it, he was wearing a black petit skirt with a fluffy oversized pink jumper which shows a teasing glimpse of his naked collar bones.

The boy was giggling. He was.

Soon, Jimin's eyes travel to the second, third, fourth and noticed how some pictures of him were either smiling, pouting or even doing something as less as walking but he assumed the fifth to be back on Monday or you could also say the start of the second week.

Unlike the others he has taken a good look at and tries hard to remember why the hell he was laughing in the first place but it is probably because of one of Jin's golden dad jokes, Jimin's entire being froze at the unforeseen polaroid of a man once named 'Sehun' caging him to the navy blue locker with a smug grin painting his face.

And he was smiling himself! But in a flirtatious way which Jimin doesn't recognise doing that shit anymore.

The time seems to fly fast just like his growing curiosity and Jimin found himself already staring ahead at the next one with a stern expression and emotionless pair of eyes, it was him straddling a man once named 'Youngjae' in the cafeteria.

Jimin still remembers receiving many ugly stares during that lunch he decided to be a total slag and parked his ass right on his ex's lap just to feed him some tasty balls of grapes and unfortunately, Senpai was one of them and he even managed to take a snap.

But apart from that, the orange-haired freshman remembers quite well of Choi Younjae's fate too: how he was pushed off the rooftop just like Sehun, how the student's body splattered to the ground and certainly how Jimin received an envelope to his funeral.

"They all died." Jimin inaudibly murmured as a cold shiver run down his spines and up when looked at a few more before stopping, he doesn't need a reminder of his ex-boyfriends' tragic fate once only being with him for less than a day or weeks if lucky.

It's like a curse almost.

Jimin doesn't want to see their faces near his or any polaroids of him smiling idiotically like everything in this world is fine as hell when it is clearly not. Not when people are dying because of him but it is not like he cared and for a fact, he doesn't.

The map of polaroids is too large and tears are already spilling out of his unfazed eyes because of how there was no trace of guilt left inside his heart. All Jimin was wondering was where is his Senpai right now? The real one.

He needs an explanation for this, he thinks.

However, Jimin's expression softened once he arrived at the last polaroid labelled as 'to be continued' and it unsurprisingly managed to make his heart flutters at the picture of him and Yoongi cuddling up on their bed while looking so cosy.

Moreover, it seemed like it was taken only a few days ago but that didn't matter as Jimin could almost feel those pair of gentle lips on him after staring too long at how his temple was cherished with a good night kiss.

The corner of his lips twitching up slightly, Jimin eventually broke out into a shy grin and honestly cannot lie that his heart didn't stutter after knowing that his boyfriend can be this romantic to capture their moments too and not only polaroids of his dead ex which he has admittedly forgotten.

All his silly worries have vanished too but it was not until the freshman finally noticed the cold breeze that brushes past him as it came through the now widely opened door to this so-called 'storage room' where he has found to be purposed for storing something else.

Something important in their relationship.

He thinks.

And there he was...'Senpai', Suga, Yoongi or even his childhood lover Yoonie was standing right there in front of the door frame while possessing two cups of ramen that are held close to his broad chest.

3rd Person's POV

Yoongi was still in his long pyjamas pants and some grey sweater he managed to throw on in less than a minute just to quickly go buy some late night supplies at a nearby convenience store since Jimim did mention wanting to eat ramyeon together a day ago.

But who would be brave enough to tell the clueless senior the surprise that awaits him once he returned?

Sooner or later, they made eye contact and Yoongi's gaze were the coldest he has ever felt but there were so many emotions swimming inside of those orbs that even countless words could not be described or spoken out loud to let the world hears because Jimin already knows.

He sees right through Yoongi's mirror-like eyes that tells him this is all the truth and that there were no more lies just like every wilted Daffodil which only stays for the opening of Spring and kept its promise to let Summer takes over.

Without any words or excuses, Yoongi stood motionless with cups of ramen that are just as tense as Jimin himself who is less than a minute away from breaking their eye contact; one reason for it being to drown too deep inside the man's growing grim orbs and the second being reading too much into them.

It was pure silence and for the first time, Yoongi hated it just as much as the words he knows need to be said, he will say it- no...he must.

'He must'. Yoongi struggles to tell himself that. He still could just deny it right?

Run away from the truth just like how he has always been doing and leave it up for the man in front of him to suck it up yet Yoongj couldn't, he can't bring himself to make a fool of his own cowardice anymore once he sees the look inside Jimin's eyes.

The younger was just standing there as if he was waiting for any words at all and Yoongi knows more than to waste his angel's precious time, he must say it.

For Yoongi, he had always felt like it was forbidden to reveal the painful truth that hasn't been spoken for far too long to the point where one has grown fearing it.

And for some people, they say it is possible to bury your past away and wait until the day you forget it actually existed but at the end of the day, everybody knows the truth! We all know how it isn't impossible for someone to dig it up again.

And that's why it's scary.

Yoongi doesn't know when or how his secret will no longer be classed as a secret and he doesn't know how many seconds he has wasted just by having these paranoid thoughts every single time he sees Jimin's painfully clueless face.

He doesn't know!

Yoongi doesn't know when the latter will eventually leave after he finds out...the ugly truth that has been overdue for way too long to be exact.

But if the mint haired senior have to be completely honest with himself right now, he would and bravely does suck in a deep breath before having his gaze hardening with sincerity when he stares directly into Jimin's perplexed brown orbs and tells him everything he deserves to know.

"I'm the killer, your Senpai."

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Thank you so much everyone who read this far

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