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He sat on the swing kicking the small barks on the ground creating a pit under the swing. The soft freezing cold wind hitting his hands making them feel freezing cold.
                          
" Yoongi?" a soft voice spoke. He stood there in front of Yoongi his hands stuffed into his pockets and a small scarf warming up his neck. 
                          
Yoongi gets up quickly stuttering out his greeting, " H-Hey." 
                          
" What.. what did you want to talk about?" he asks softly. 
                          
" I'm sorry." yoongi blurts out not wasting a single second. " I'm sorry for what I said which shouldn't have been said in the first place." He sighs deeply watching the warmth of his air leave his mouth and into a small mist. " I'm- I wasn't man enough to admit I had feelings. I told myself I didn't deserve someone like you. Ever. Not after the bullshit I made you go through." He reaches out for Jimin's hand pulling it out of his pocket and holding his warm small hand into his big cold hands.
                          
" I love you.. and I'm sorry.." and this time the tone is his voice was real. He meant every word he said. It was honest and loving. 
                          
Jimin couldn't help but softly let his tears drop onto his cheeks. The man that his heart was still wanting felt much more alive and pumping. His heart wasn't physically hurting anymore from the pain. Those words he heart made everything in him feel alive again. He was crying tears of joy, hope, and happiness. 
                          
" Please.. don't cry.." he reaches his cheek and wipes the tears away with his thumb.
                          
" Do-Do you really mean it?" he asks a bit worried. What if this was all fake? 
                          
" I do. Every word.. but Jimin.. " He pauses and Jimin looks off the floor and up at Yoongi making direct eye contact. " Why didn't you tell me?" 
                          
He tilted his head to the side confused what he meant. " What do you mean?" 
                          
" About you're heart. That you were sick." 
                          
In an instant he yanked his hand away stuffing it into his jacket pocket. 
                          
" Who told you that?" his voice sounding aggressive and defensive. 
                          
" Just.. answer m-" 
                          
" No! You answer my question!" he began to slightly shout. 
                          
" So.. it is true? Jimin this is serious! You should have to-" 
                          
" And look where we ended up! You still broke my heart either way! What? If you knew I had a weak heart you'll stay? Go easy on me? Feel bad for me? Huh!" he seeks Yoongi's eyes for answers but there was none. " If anything you would have probably cut me off way before we even began to hang out more.Right?" 
                          
" What are you trying to get at?" he questions feeling the slightest bit offended.
                          
" Be honest. If I had told you way before that I had a heart problem. I could just have a heart a attack from the slightest hint of a huge outburst of a any surprise. Would you stay?"