Four Heartbeats
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-Third person's P.O.V-
"Something important?" Yoongi's co-worker questioned walking pass Yoongi's desk and he snapped out some strange zone he immediately went in as he heard Jimin's voice. "No, not really." Yoongi shrugged and came back to typing on his computer. He missed younger's voice so much, hearing it now hurt him badly. Yoongi wanted to forget everything about his past life and just have a clear new start. But he knew he will never be able to do it as long as Jimin will be in that life, because he belonged in the past.
However as much as Yoongi wanted every single memory to vanish into oblivion, one thing, one person, he was holding onto so strongly, he knew it will never change. Park Jimin was a string keeping Yoongi attached to the boy he once was, and right now putting Jimin off like that, just so he could cut off those strings, hurt like hell.
It was all her fault. If she had never broke Yoongi's heart, maybe he wouldn't have to now run away from himself and from Jimin, just because the red-haired boy reminds him of the past. But what's done, can't be undone and he knew it. So he was running. Again and again. He knew he won't be able to ignore Jimin's calls for long, especially with a painful urge to pick it up.
Yoongi wished to now be next to the younger just squish him into his embrace and hear his heartbeat, because he didn't have his own anymore. Tell him that he appreciates him and his friendship more than anything in the world. Yet millions of miles, continents and oceans seperated them. Ice-cold heart of Yoongi seperated them.
And there was nothing in this world that Yoongi would have wished for more than just to hear a heartbeat. Jimin's heartbeat. But it was in the past. Jimin was in the past. Beating heart was in the past. Now the world is introduced to new Yoongi. And this Yoongi doesn't have a past.
He pushed the phone away from him and started hitting the computer's keyboard intensively writing. After couple of hours he was done. Yoongi picked up his coat from the chair, put it on and went out the office, leaving his phone, and the only connection with Jimin behind him.
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