n o  p o v

The floor was really wet.

The tears shined brightly there on the floor, reflecting all colors making a vibrant scene. From a distance, you could almost say it was pretty.

But the closer you got, the more you realized how sad and unconditional everything was. First things first, you had two boys, both crying, making a puddle of salty tears. Their shirts were soaked and crinkly.

And if you were craving off brand potato chips, please think again, they were all broken, covered in sticky grape soda.

The floor was also wet over there, but the two crying boys didn't realize that.

Oblivious, I know.

t a e h y u n g

Empty.

That's the first thing that came to my mind in this scene. I cried and cried and cried into this small boy, wetting possibly everything. And yet, he didn't let go.

Does he really not know what he did?

Am I stupid?

Did I go and screw everything up?

Thoughts were flooding my mind like a broken dam. In all reality. I really do think I screwed things up.

He was confused, I was confused. I was broken, and he was very very cheap Scotch tape, trying his best to keep everything together.

He was Yoongi.

And as much I feel like I should hate him, he sat there and held me. He hugged me close. He whispered sweet things in my ears.

Damn, either I suck, or he's a hella good actor.

I sat up slowly, almost groaning from the way my back popped from crouching on the floor for so long. I sat straight up, staring in to the eyes of the raven hair boy.

They were extraordinary.

They were glossy like mine, his adorable face was flustered with streaks of tears, but nonetheless, he was still beautiful.

He put his head down low shaking it, and he took a deep breath. He looked conflicted, to say. Like in his mind there was an ongoing war. Then, he started to say slowly, "Taehyung. I'm sorry, for whatever I did. I never, and I mean never, would ever play you. You're so beautiful and, and heartwarming that it mentally and physically burns me. I could sit with you forever, just listening to you speak about the world or the way you make boring things seem amazing. Taehyung, you are amazing. And I'm sorry if you think that I don't like you," he put his head down, shaking it. He looked as if he was debating whether he should say this or not, "screw it," he muttered, "Taehyung, I thing I'm in with you love you.

"Your smile makes me all fuzzy on the inside. It makes me feel complete in a way, like you could actually help me. Oh and your laugh is so, so contagious! I mean, I could listen to it all day if you'd only let me. It makes me want to smile. Also, I love it when you get all flustered and embarrassed. It's so cute! Damnit you're cute!" He laughed a little, "I don't think I love you, I know I love you. Taehyung, you're special to me. Please, please just, I don't want to loose you. Please, tell me what I did wrong. We'll fix it, and then we'll see what happens from there."

Yoongi loves me.

Yoongi loves me.
Yoongi loves me.
Yoongi loves me.
Yoongi loves me.
Yoongi loves me.
Y o o n g i   l o v e s   m e .

The boy in front of me, loves me. Warmness filled my body. My head pulsed with thoughts of love, with thoughts of hurt, and with thoughts of every emotion ever. I felt sad, yet happy. I felt angry, yet relaxed. Everything that was just said before his confession all just contradicts itself.

Most of all, I'm confused.

"Y-Yoongi," I started, my voice was barely above a whisper, all raspy and dry from the continuous crying, "What about Hoseok?"

His head immediately shot up. He stared at me, tilting his head to the side, "What do you mean?"

"You're together, aren't you?"

Yoongi smiles, then laughed, "Oh my gosh, no! As much as I love Hoseok, he's my best friend. I would never date him, it'd practically be incest. Why do you ask?"

My head stops spinning.

They're.... not together?

It was a misunderstanding?

I fucked up everything because I'm delusional?

"B-but! I s-saw you with him, holding hands, and laughing! That's clearly more than friendship. Right?"

Yoongi smiled calmly placing his hand on my shoulder giving it a gentle squeeze, "Tae, he was dragging me away to talk about my crush on you. Well, more than a crush, but Hoseok didn't need to know that."

I shook my head violently turning away from Yoongi. I could hear him shuffling to get up, a tiny bit of squeaks coming from his shoes seeing as the floor was really wet. I laid back on the ground and suddenly, I laughed.

And oh boy, was it a hysterical laugh. I laughed so hard, my stomach began to hurt, as I began to wheeze. I was clutching my gut, rolling around, while giggling.

I was a full on mess.

But that didn't matter.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Yoongi, eyes wide, but smiling.

I smiled more.

Today has sucked due to my imagination.

Yoongi wasn't with Hoseok.

If I would have saw that, I would have never stopped singing, and never lost my job.

I wouldn't have ran home, crying out to Jimin while he ignored me.

Wouldn't have lost my best friend.

I wouldn't have them came to this store yelling at Yoongi for no absolute reason.

But, if I wouldn't have imagined those things, he would have never confessed to me.

And that is all I need to feel better.

n o  p o v

Well. That was an emotional wreck. One boy laid on the floor taking deep breaths to stop him from laughing, while one sat back confused, but smiling nonetheless. Everything was calm.

And in this very moment, Taehyung sat up, and looked to the older. His raven hair was messy, and his shirt had tear stains. But that didn't matter.

Because even though this harsh fluorescent lighting could make your skin look greasy and your pores stand out, in this moment, the raven haired boys skin glowed. And Taehyung loved it.

Taehyung stood up slowly, reaching into his jacket pocket, pulling out Wintergreen Altoid mints, popping a few into his mouth, and staring at the older.

"You're beautiful Yoongi," he said.

The older blushed, "Ah, no need for compliments, I'm really not."

The younger giggled, "You're cute when you become flustered."

He became even more red, "Well you're a strawberry," he said shyly.

The younger laughed and crunched on his mints taking a step closer to Yoongi. The raven haired male began rambling, "That reminds me, why were you laughing so much? Also, you have very intense mood swings. You were just laughing like five seconds ago and now you're being all hot. Wait, did I just~"

Taehyung kissed Yoongi.

It was sweet, but lustful.

It was every emotion that he could put into it.

It was romantic and everything in between.

It was amazing.

The pale boy had froze, but couldn't help but melt into it. His arms snakes around the youngers neck bringing him closer, while the younger gripped onto his waist.

Taehyung had loved everything about the kiss. Yoongis lips were soft and plump and beautiful. He tasted like sweet honey milk, and had the most fresh smell. Everything felt right.

All the past feelings of despair and darkness had been mingled with this kiss. All the emotions previously spent denying their love for each other, was now spent expressing it.

The two boys molded together. They melted into each other's touch. They were made for each other.

And when they finally stopped their endless make out session, Taehyung placed his forehead on Yoongis. He panted, regaining his breath, and then looked into the eyes of the older.

They sparkled beautifully, almost as if they were crystals from some sacred unknown land.

And in this moment, Taehyung said, "I love you."

And the pale boy muttered back, "I know."

And then they kissed some more.

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The morning was coming close. As the stars slowly disappeared into the sky, so had the previous day. All things said, done, and happened would all be history. Because in this world, you cannot go back, but move forward.

And even though the world was chilly and cold, it was warm as well. People laughed, talked, cried, and spent their time thinking and letting the world see their emotions.

Even though everything seems so molecular, it's not to the individual. Because in this one tiny little grocery store in this large place we call earth, everything went down.

Emotions went down.

Love went down.

Life went down.

And one day it'll all be ancient history, but for right now the boys in the store lived.

Taehyung had told Yoongi about his day and what happened because of his misunderstanding. Though the pale boy had felt terrible, he couldn't help but chuckle. The two boys cuddled, laughed, and talked of their dreams and ambitions.

They would do this for a life time.

And it all happened because of one thing.

Grape soda.

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My heart.

I made it have a sweet ending, don't you think?

(( time to go write an epilogue now ))

I've already used this photo probably, BUT HERE IT IS AGAIN.

also who else noticed that the grape soda never got cleaned up that was thrown across the floor? Raise your hand if noticed.

Did anybody actually raise their hand :))??

Okay I'll go now.