“You remind me of a boy I used to know,” Yoongi whispered, blood from his lips. “Do I?” Jimin asked, as he always did, amusement in his soft voice. Jimin was not that boy, but Yoongi enjoyed seeing the flash of familiarity in the other boy’s different eyes. He liked that Jimin remembered being that boy once, even if that boy was dead. How could he hold it against him though, when he was dead now too?