february, 2012.

i

graduation day rolls around and they cry, laugh, and just try their very best to stop jimin from sobbing himself dry on the spot.

jungkook doesn’t blame him– he wants to sob himself dry, too.

he watches as namjoon detaches a button of his uniform blazer,

second from top, the button closest to the heart,

and hands it over to seokjin, their oldest hyung. 

seokjin in turn tears up just a little, biting back a smile as he tries to mouth something that suspiciously resembles an 'i love you'.

namjoon grins,

hoseok gags, 

yoongi's close to throwing up already,

and jimin's still crying.

he dreads this very same day a year in the future, when the ones graduating aren’t namjoon and hoseok.

even more so when he risks a glance at one very special kim taehyung who’s positively beaming, and how the can he shine so bright?

 

ii

school without taehyung sounds pretty much like a literal hell, and no thanks. 

he already had to go through that when the older boy graduated from grade school and once more when he left middle school with a honour degree in his arms.

it’s fine, though.

they live right in front of each other so they can meet anytime they want,

so why is it that his heart itches at the thought of being away from him a couple hours a day?

 

iii

just kidding– he isn’t fooling anyone.

he’s very well aware of just why he can’t stand being away from taehyung, and it doesn’t have to do with ‘i know you’re ing socially inept without me, kookie’.

well, maybe a little. but it’s not the main reason.

he’s known the main reason since the tender age of thirteen, since a snowy day in which they were just lazing around on the older’s bed.

tangled limbs,

intertwined heartstrings.

they’ve never been good at being apart. 

and he hopes they never will.