YOONGI

A year flew by fast. 

It feels like I'd just bumped into that kid on the train. Like he'd just smiled at me like the world depended on it.  

It feels like I'd just invited him to coffee and had to pretend like I hadn't spent the last two hours stressing over what to wear when we met up. Like that coffee date wasn't the start of something good I had never experienced before. Like my stomach didn't create butterflies when he laughed so hard his frame shook. Or when he pouted when Namjoon and I picked at his height. 

It's been a year since we met that night at the train station and my life has flipped upside down. I never thought I'd be one of those stupid people who gave it all up for something as stupid as a soulmate but I am. And I hate that with all my might. 

I love Jimin. It's instinctive to love him. It  feels right. Whenever I am around Jimin I feel better like he is a potion I have to take to be able to make it another day. 

"Hyung, you're heavy get up now."

"No." 

"But my arm is asleep."

"Can't help it need to recharge." 

I'm happy to just be with Jimin and just watch his nose crinkle when he's studying. I'm happy even when he sits across the room still angry I didn't remember something as trivial as picking up lunch. 

I was happy with Jimin. Happier than I knew I could be. Touching Jimin made my chest feel full but in a way that was bad. It's like flouting when you're with them. Like you're whole. And like for once everything's going to be okay. I am in love. Completely and utterly.

But Jimin is not.