He looks down. He looks down. These two live at different levels, and the difference is a meter. Why, then, does he seem to be able to see a naked soul in front of him? The soul of a stranger without a gleam in his eye. The wind freezes thin cheekbones, and eyelids in blue don't close. There is no time to even blink. They met each other, among passers-by in silence, beyond the horizon of the largest ocean, after three myriads. At an expensive boutique, somewhere behind a cafe. Under the amethyst

"I'll pick you daisies from all fields" That's what Minho said before climbing into the school flowerbed while everyone was cleaning the pool and pulling out eleven stalks of white dandelions, half of which had been blown away by the wind. — These are dandelions. — Everyone has their flaws, — Lee sits on the hot curb, rolling up his school pants and examining the bleeding wound on his knee.

— Minho, — Jisung kisses his cheek. — Yes, what? — There is one more place I would like to visit today. — What place? — The cemetery.

Why are you sleeping next to me, right on the chair, put your hand on mine, and squeeze it so, tightly-tightly?

Friendship doesn't end because of circumstances; there is always a way to maintain it, even if you are a thousand kilometers away from each other. Distance is a terrible part of our life. Some people simply accept it, but Yoongi is not one of those “some”.