Mae Asha • December 22, 2018
Yoongi and I sat on the floor, near the large windows in my loft. He's in front of me, with his legs crossed, and I'm the same way. The two of us are talking, mostly about our father.
"Dad's like...different on a spiritual level now," Yoongi whispered to me. I stared at Dad as he and Mom spoke in the kitchen.
"It's because of your friend," I quietly replied, glancing to Yoongi for a moment. "Dad was a major d**k before Jimin came over, and now he's being a normal freaking human being."
"It's almost like he's proud of you, Asha," Yoongi tilted his head as he sucked on a grape lollipop.
"It's creepy," I mumbled."If only we had Jimin ten years ago."
Yoongi quietly laughed as he looked at me again. "Mom seems to really think he'd be good for you," he said.
