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-Third person's P.O.V-

The place was crowded, people smiled, laughed and talked all around the small group of coworkers making their way to the usual table of theirs. Yoongi sat down and immediately buried his face into the menu, blocking the view for himself and of himself. His chest ached as it reminded him of that night, that Valentine's night, that he and Jimin went to the restaurant for those chiken wings he never ate.

"What are you ordering?" A buddy of Yoongi's questioned and he ran fingers through his hair thinking. "Chiken wings." He didn't hesitate. A waiter appraoched the table. Yoongi lifted his head and for one second the red-haired boy appeared to be Jimin, but that image vanished within seconds and Yoongi was left stunned and confused. The waiter didn't even finish taking the order as Yoongi jumped from his seat and started walking away.

"Where are you going?" The same guy shouted trying to over shout the noises around them. Yoongi turned around for a second, his hand was already in his pocket wraped around the phone in it. "I just have to make a call." He assured his coworkers and went out into the cold. It was snowing outside and slowfales landed all around him, but didn't seem to touch him.

Yoongi wanted to dial the number immediately, but instead he was lead by the strange instinct, to walk at least few steps away from the restaurant. The sound of crunchy snow being crushed under Yoongi's toes reminded him of the same night, when the only sound he heard was the heartbeat of someone very special. Of his little friend Jimin.

Yoongi found the right contact and pressed the phone to his ear. Several long beeps and then few shorter ones. Yoongi knitted his eyebrows. The line wasn't occupied, he was sure. Someone on the other end declined the call. But Yoongi didn't want to believe that Jimin would do that.

He tried again. Nothing. And again. Nothing. Yoongi didn't even know how much time has passed, but there was still no response.

Silence. Not a single heartbeat.