"Do you miss him?"

Yoongi mumbled the hesitant question against his neck, his breath trickling over his skin like a soft wave, and Jimin smiled, running his finger in a circle over the back of Yoongi's pale hand, resting on his stomach. He looked down at the bright picture displayed on his phone. The one he was studying with such concentration, and the one that had painted those crinkles between Yoongi's furrowed brows.

Him, laughing, his hair still its original color, tucked and tousled behind his ears, and his eyes sparks of sunshine as they formed crescents, his body dwarfed by an old, hand me down sweater he no longer owned, his face younger, and brighter, pure joy and love reflected behind his features.

And his body pressed tightly into Seo-Jun's. He also wore a smile that once took Jimin's breath away, before any of the poison had seeped into his sugar laced words. His arm was wrapped around his slim waist, in a way that Jimin assumed was comforting back then. They both looked so much happier than he'd ever been thinking of the past three years he'd spent at his side.

It was the only picture he kept of them after leaving his house with all of his things.

The first picture they ever took together, a few days after Jimin timidly asked him out.

Back when the flowers they grew were still fresh and beautiful.

And Jimin couldn't have imagined life without him.

Things were different now.

Jimin shook his head, turning to Yoongi and pressing a soft kiss to his adorable nose.

"No, I don't miss him," He promised. "Missing him would mean I want him back in my life. I don't miss him."

And grasping Yoongi's hand tightly in his own, he swiftly pressed delete.

The picture was gone forever.

"I'll never forget him," He smiled, holding Yoongi's face in his hands, mouthing against his lips. "But without him, I am so much better."