The little boy watched his parents stroll over to the nearby store that was across the street from the park. Yoongi looked down, kicking his legs as he watched them swing back and forth until another pair of legs joined him, giving his feet a little tap.

He looked to the side, seeing the most charming smile he would always go numb over. "Hyung, look flowers!", the other boy chimed, pointing to a large garden in the park that was mixed with all types of flowers. Tulips, Mayweathers, dandelions, etc, it gave the park a lovely little piece of faith and hope for everyone who crossed it's path besides the few cherry blossom trees that swayed back and forth due to the comforting breeze that also caused the petals to fall.

"Don't you like flowers, Hoseok?"

"Of course! They're beautiful and lively and comforting!"

"Do you want some?"

Hobi gazed at the lightly swaying flowers, as some of their petals gently flew along the wind. His eyes softened once he heard the question, wiping his eyes. "No hyung, thank you for asking though. I really appreciate it."

Yoongi had a minimal smile and a breath emit from him, one full of hope and content. His shoulders sagged but instantly jumped up when he heard the small sounds of sniffles and whimpers as he looked to his right and saw that his parents were still standing in line.

He saw a few strangers and adults stroll pass him, giving him weird and puzzled looks at who he was talking to. The one who just ignored him, knew he was either talking to himself, communicating with a voice inside his head, or an imaginary friend.

He glanced to his left, to see Hoseok still sitting there, but his hands were buried in the palm of his hands.

He was crying.

"H-Hobi, what's the matter?!"

Hoseok slowly removed his hands, seeing a waterfall of tears run down his fragile, sensitive cheeks. He sniffed once more, looking up towards the sky. His eyes were closed, a cute little grin formed on his lips.

"I've never been..so happy."

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Why, hyung?

Why did you forget?

Were you so caught up in your education that you forgot? No.

That wasn't it.

Were you so busy talking about Jimin that you ignored me? No.

We used to make jokes about it.

Did you secretly have a disliking to me? No.

In your heart and eyes, you valued me deeply.

Then what? What made you--

Oh. I know.

You were ashamed. Ashamed of me.

Those looks that people gave you, those quiet jokes that people said about you behind your back. The betrayal that your past friends brought upon you.

You were ashamed of talking to me.

You hated being excluded.

You wanted to feel
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Normal.

Well the truth is Yoongi, nobody is normal. The only reason we classify ourselves as that, is because we want to feel confident in ourselves just so we won't be the lonely outcast.

To do that, we sacrifice things. Things that make us feel better about ourselves, things that comfort our shattered hearts,

Things that make us feel human.

And you
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You sacrificed me.