Third person - Jimin & Yoongi

Jimin and Yoongi had been looking in the alleyway for awhile, Jimin was still slightly crying, he wanted to talk but Yoongi said 'you shouldn't put salt on an open wound, we can talk later.' To Jimin, Yoongi seemed pretty nice, pretty chill, considerate - Jimin used to think that all Magics' were alike, but in the short amount of time that they've known each other Yoongi had opened his eyes and changed his opinion on Magics'.

"Yoongi! Is this it?" Jimin asked, gesturing to the black cloak laying in his lap. Yoongi felt his lips curling into a smile, Jimin's cute little grin and sparkling brown eyes brought Yoongi's lips into a smile.

"Yeah, thank you, Jimin." Jimin gave Yoongi an eye smile and Yoongi ruffled the other's hair. He took his cloak and put it on.

"Are you ever coming back?" Jimin asked. Yoongi sighed softly and thought to himself.

"Maybe." Yoongi disappeared around the corner with his hood over his head before Jimin could utter another word.

"Bye Yoongi..." Jimin muttered to himself before picking himself of the alleyway ground.

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*Going Home - Jimin: third*

As he walked home, he had the urge to see Yoongi again - get to know him more than he did, to even be his friend. But little did Jimin know... History was repeating itself.

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Jimin walked through the front door and expected to see Jin and Namjoon sleeping on the couch. But they weren't. Jimin badly missed his friends, they were a week late coming home because Jin broke his arm and the doctor doesn't want him to leave until Jin is almost completely healed. Jimin wanted to be able to see his friends again, hug them, talk to them, joke with them, watch movies with them. Jimin just didn't want to be lonely... But now that Yoongi was back home, that's exactly what Jimin was: lonely.

Jimin trudged across the apartment floor to his room and flopped down on his bed. It's only been minutes and he already missed Yoongi, it's only been minutes and he want to see him again. He pulled his phone from his back pocket and went to 'Notes'

There was a new note - that he didn't write.

'Jimin -

Hi it's Yoongi I found today fun, I'm glad you picked me up. I enjoyed hanging out with you, perhaps next time we could talk about you rather than me.'

He smiled at the note Yoongi left him. He decided to write another note - Jin and Namjoon wanted to know how his days went so they had asked him to write about them in my notes. He began typing but I decided not to mention Yoongi.

190613

My day went as it normally did - slightly lonely and that's okay, I just missed talking with you two as I always do when you aren't here, I took a small walk in the morning and came home, I'm laying in bed and now I plan on watching cartoons and hopefully fall asleep.

He saved his note and put the one Yoongi typed in his 'private' section. He locked his phone and put it on the nightstand to charge. He turned on the television and soon fell asleep.

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Morning- Hoseok: first

I woke up to sunlight blinding me and making my vision blurrier than before. I groaned crawling out of bed and trudging to my bathroom. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and made a disgusted face. I always looked horrible in the morning I splashed some cold water on my face and left downstairs.

I saw Taehyung was awake and Jungkook was half awake with his head resting on the bar.

"Sleep well?" Taehyung asked me handing me a coffee filled mug. I merely shrugged taking the offered cup. "Thank you." He nodded in response before walking back into the kitchen. I sat down at the bar and ruffled Jungkook's hair a bit. He looked to be a couple years younger than me. His dark brown doe eyes, his chubby little cheeks, and bunny like smile. If I just saw him around town I probably would've thought he was a teenager who hadn't hit puberty yet.

Jungkook opened one eye and looked at me. "Morning," He mumbled with a lazy grin. I smiled, and ruffled his hair again. "Aah, stop it, stop it." He lifted his head swatting my hands away, Taehyung came out of the kitchen chuckling. He had a tray full of food and it held two mugs off to the side. He set it down at a nearby table, "Jungkook-ah, come eat, you too Hoseokie." I smiled at the fond nickname, Taehyung had called me Hoseokie since my father passed away when Taehyung came to the Shoppe.

The funeral was hours ago, Yoongi didn't attend. He didn't want to see my dad in a casket - he didn't want to face reality. Yoongi and I were raised along side each other since we were younger. I was looking through my father's spell books occasionally glancing at the wand that rested on the pedestal. The knock at the door brought me from my thoughts and I bookmarked the old book and set it down. I traveled to the door and stood for a second. I peeked through the peephole and realised my guest was a vampire. I opened the door, "Sir, Volde-"

I was pulled into a hug. "Hoseok, I'm so sorry about your father." His voice hit my ears in a familiar way. I felt like I knew this man but he looked unfamiliar. "Excuse me, Sir I -" The man pulled away. "You're father told me that if he were to pass before you were old enough to take care of yourself, I were to come live with you." He stated simply, hands still resting on my shoulders.

"Shall I make some tea and we can mister..." My voice trailed off, realising that I didn't know this man.

"Taehyung. Kim Taehyung." The man addressed himself. I nodded. I went to introduce myself until I remembered that he already knew my name. I invited him in and one thing led to another and it felt like I knew him for years. Centuries even.

I smiled at the memory as Taehyung and Jungkook talked at the small table, little giggles escaping the younger here and there. Taehyung looked happier than I had ever seen him, maybe he's whipped, I mean.. he doesn't tell me anything but the way he looks at Jungkook tells another story.

I wonder where Yoongi is... And if he's coming back. Yoongi, please be safe.