y o o n g i

Recently, a lot of thoughts had been polluting my mind. Ever since that one night at this cursed grocery store, everything just seems lighter.

It feels nostalgic almost. Unreal.

And miraculously, I feel as if it's all going to disappear. I'd hate if it disappeared.

Because believe it or not, I've been happier.

And happy isn't a word that I have used in a long time. I can't remember the last time I was happy, so to feel this way, is to feel great.

And it's all because of him.

And he is walking into this small, jagged little store, with a bright smile on his face that just seems to warm everything up.

He smirks at me before turning to the soda bin.

He slowly, almost as if he'd break this moment, or ruin it, reaches and pulls out a grape soda.

The harsh fluorescent lighting bounces off the bottle, as his eyes twinkle with mixed emotions. One, is clearly mischief.

He sets it down on the counter leaning over it, and I lean down as well.

Our faces were so close.

I could kiss him.

Or not.

He wouldn't like that.

You're too disgusting for him.

I close my eyes, exhaling a bit trying to shut those thoughts off at the moment.

"Yoongi." He says as if we were about to die, and this be his goodbye.

"Taehyung," I say with as much emotion as him.

"Yoongi~" he says dragging out the "oo."

"Taehyung~" i say dragging out the "un."

He giggles sitting up, grabbing a thing of mints, specifically the wintergreen Altoids.

"Do I get a discount?" He ask.

"Fuck no. I need a paycheck."

He holds a long face, "That's a bit mean."

I shrug, "I gotta get my heater fixed."

"I forgot that was broken."

"Me too. Last night was so warm," I say, not realizing what I had said.

His cheeks looked slightly pink, "Last night was really warm," he whispers before adding on, "I'd do it again."

My head snaps up, staring at the younger. He was staring at me. Our eyes seemed to dance, twinkling with each other. It was magical, yet it made me so anxious.

"Me too," I whisper, afraid to break the moment.

I was afraid that if I said anymore, he'd snap, or I'd snap, and everything that has been said, done, and just overall happened would vanish. I was afraid.

But I was more scared, of the feeling that was in my chest. That feeling in there began corrupting every part of my body.

Every time I look at him, it send tingles down my spine. He makes me feel speechless. He makes me all flustered and confused.

He makes me want to love me.

But that's impossible.

So I slowly grab the mints and the drink, ringing them up, and asking for his money. He hands me the correct amount, us still flustered from the previous moment.

We probably looked stupid to the naked eye, but to me it felt amazing.

More than amazing.

And as he leaves the store, us bidding our farewells, I realize a small piece of paper on the counter, with a certain someone's number.

t a e h y u n g

I exited the store, rushing to get home. I had just gave Yoongi my number, and to be honest I was a nervous wreck. I sucked at things like these.

Like, would he ever realize I so deeply liked him?

Feelings were weird.

And this pale, raven haired boy would not leave my mind. I looked at the small bag in my hand with the mints and the grape soda, letting out a large sigh. Min Yoongi, you must be magic, because you've casted a very strong spell over me. (That was hella cringy)

I walked into my apartment feeling flustered, throwing things onto the counter. Jungkook was still bar tending so Jimin was the only one here.

"Tae! I haven't seen you in ages!" He says.

"I was literally here yesterday morning," I sigh, not really in the mood for speaking.

He smiled warmly, "What's with you? Your cheeks are so pink," he's says pinching them.

I swat his hand away, "Nothing, nothing at all."

Jimin hops onto the stool at our kitchen counter as I began chugging the soda, "Clearly you have something on your mind. You're never this aggravated."

I pouted, "Jimin, nothing is wrong."

He spins in the chair, "You're to easy to read Tae."

I pout more, "Fine, I-I like somebody."

He shrugs, "So do I."

"But like really," I mumble.

"Me too," he says.

"Chim! Listen! I'm confused!" I exclaim.

He sighs, "I am listening. But it's not a big deal that you like somebody. It's bound to happen."

"But Jimin, I really feel something and this person, he, uh, he's just complicated and I gave him my number and what if he rejects me?"

"He probably won't. But Tae, if he does, then just ignore it, we wouldn't need some asshole polluting your mind," he says.

"But he's not an ass," I mumble, Yoongi is definitely not an ass.

"You're worrying too much Taehyung. Chill alright? It just you liking somebody, no biggie."

No biggie. That's what he says.

That's what they always say.

No biggie.

Why is it when I'm trying to admit something, it's always not a big deal?

Even when it isn't one, can't the people just pretend to be interested?

Because sometimes it hurts.

And it hurts a lot.

I could feel my eyes beginning to water.

No biggie. I'm just crying.

Why doesn't anybody care?

"Yep. No biggie. It's just a fucking crush. No fucking biggie," I say sourly spinning to go to my room. Once I get there I slam my door, feeling our apartment shake. I hear Jimin calling my name, but the sound of the front door opens and he screams "Kookie!" completely forgetting about me.

Am I really not that special?

I sigh, feeling a couple of loose tears go down my face as my phone buzzes, and I look down at the message, as it reads,

Unknown Number: Hey there strawberry :P wanna talk?

My eyes suddenly don't feel wet anymore, but full of life.

n o p o v

Both boys stayed in their phone, texting, and then eventually calling. They talked hours into the night, falling asleep to each other's breath. If you ask me, it's romantic.

Kinda creepy, but not too creepy.

It was the feeling of comfort that each boy provided for each other, that made that night so sacred. It was almost as if they were there with each other.

And man, did they wish.

And if you're wondering, Jin did go home to his apartment that night. He decided he wanted to catch up on one of his favorite people, aka, Yoongi. He was a bit surprised finding the boy in such a bright mood, but he didn't question it . He liked it.

And Jimin, well, he was regretful. He had a pit of sadness in his stomach by the way he treated his poor friend, but he decided its in the past, no need to fret, he thought.

But in the back of his mind he thought, I should have asked if he was okay.

But Taehyung was still a little hurt. But Yoongi was there, so he was okay.

Yoongi made a lot of things okay.

Taehyung made a lot of things okay.

They made a lot of things okay together.

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This chapter is fucking stupid but it has some important elements for later on.

But poor Taehyung, my heart breaks for him.