Jimin's POV
With our hands linked the weight of the world lifted. I felt the sand under my feet with every new step. I looked at Yoongi. He looked back. I smiled.
"What?" He asked.
"It's just," I hesitated. "This is just how I wanted my life to turn out."
He giggled. "I love this place."
"I knew you would."
"How did you even get it?"
I smiled. "I got it from the best."
"Oh my god! You did not get this house from Jin and Joon!"
"Maybe I did."
We both laughed. I shoved my hand in the pocket of my shorts. I fiddled with what lay inside. The pockets were deep and I never really cleaned them out. It was nice to fidget with what was inside, even if I didn't know what they were.
I suddenly felt the weight of the world fall back on me. I remembered why I had lied to Yoongi this morning. I wasn't just tired. I remembered why I hadn't slept.
"Hey," Yoongi said. "What's wrong, sweetie?"
I sighed. "It's just so different. Everything's changing. I don't know if I like it."
Yoongi smiled. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what happens."
I sighed. You don't get it, I wanted to say. You're not the only one I'm suppose to love.