"your scars are starting to fade."

"i know," hoseok said. "it's kind of sad though."

"why?"

"i used to call them battle scars. scars that marked my fight. and now they're going away."

the cafe was silent.

nearly hours past closing, the three of them sat and talked, drinking coffee and eating pastries.

you could see through the glass door, less and less cars passing by every minute.

and by now, the only store with lights lit was theirs.

and it stayed that way until they all left.

then the whole street was dead.

dark, empty, and silent.

no words, no lights. nothing.

***

"what do you write about?"

"the sad stuff."

"and?"

yoongi thought for a minute before answering.

"the sad stuff."

"funny."

"no, sad."

jimin let out a laugh and pushed hair from his eyes.

he had amazing eyes.

deep, dark brown eyes that would quicksand anyone into them.

"you have a good sense of humor for someone who's so sad."

"or maybe it's just the drugs kicking in."

"what?"

his dumbfounded face made yoongi want to keep going, but a laugh came first.

"you're not serious, are you?"

"isn't it obvious i was kidding? the only drug i do is smoke cigarettes. and i don't even consider that a drug."

yoongi put out the cigarette then, and threw the empty paper cylinder off the side of the balcony.

"you littered."

"did i kill anyone?"

jimin shrugged. "no, i suppose not. theoretically though-"

"i would deeply appreciate you shutting up just about now," yoongi interrupted, laughing.

"what makes you think you can make me happy again?"

jimin smiled.

"i've been where you are before," jimin explained. "and look, park jimin is happy."