t a e h y u n g

Jin is literally the nicest person ever. He just invited me over, and I barely know him! I can barley hold in my excitement.

Living with Jimin and Jungkook is nice and all, but they're always together. They unintentionally leave me out a lot. And sometimes... it hurts.

But I'm not one to think too negative, I have the power of positivity.

At least that's what people say, 'Taehyung what a beautiful smile!' 'I wish I had your peppiness,' 'Happy. You're so happy'

People aspire to be me.

And I can't see why, I'm just so lame.

I'm ugly,

I can't sing,

"Hey strawberry!" Yoongi yells, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Oh, uh, yeah?" I say, feeling my cheeks heat up a little. I tend to be doing that more often, but why?

"Do you want to go get stuff from your house or do you want to go straight to Jins place?" He asks, leaning into his seat.

"Gah, I don't know. I guess I'll just go straight there."

"Well okay, let's go," he says standing up and then sticking out his hand to help me up.

I stare at his hand, and he stares at me, drilling holes into my souls. I don't know if he meant to help me, or if he's just a whole lot more soft then I suspected him to be.

He wiggles his hand, and i hesitatingly grab.

And then he yanks me up, not letting go of my hand, and we walk out of Jinnies Jam, heading in the direction of our destination. Oddly enough, his hand feels nice in mine. It's so small, yet his fingers are so perfect a slender.

His skin looks like a porcelain doll compared to mine.

Its rough, yet smooth.

Its perfect.

And for some reason, I can't help but love it.

n o p o v

There they walk, hand in hand, towards the direction of Namjoon and Hoseoks apartment. The night air was chilly, and Min Yoongi shivered oh so much. He yelled on and on about how the seasons shouldn't be a thing, and how the world should just stop orbiting the Sun once it hits Spring.

And Taehyung listened, all while smiling, and ranting on about his dreams.

Dreams were a funny thing in this world. Everybody had them, even the most darkest, saddest of people. We all dreamed to be something; something more of what we already are.

And despite contrary belief, even Yoongi had dreams. He was just too stuck, too empty to see them. He wished to be loved, for someone to hold him and whisper, 'its going to be okay,' even though he continuously yelled at Hoseok and Jin not to do that.

He wanted that.

And Taehyung, well, he wanted people to listen to him. To hear him. Not just to compliment his voice, he wanted them to listen and tell him what he did wrong and what he did right .

But overall, both boys just wanted to have someone to understand them.

Ironic, right?

But on a side note, both boys dreamed of each other.

y o o n g i

I hadn't really realizing we were holding hands. But then, all the sudden, it hit me. We were holding hands.

My heart began to race.

Please don't panic.

My hand was in his hand.

Stop thinking.

He doesn't like it.

Thump

He hates it.

Thump

Let go.

Thump Thump Thump

"Yoongi! Are you okay? You're shaking and all," Taehyung said, grabbing my shoulders so I would stop shaking.

"I'm-I'm f-fine," I stuttered our hugging myself looking down, not realizing that we had made it to the apartment.

Taehyung gave me worried smile, engulfing me into a hug.

That's my second hug of tonight, I say I'm on a roll.

I smile a bit, even though he can't see it, as my cheeks heat up from the sudden contact.

And then, the door opens to a bright sunshine.

Hobi.

"What is going on here?" He says wiggling his eyebrows.

"Nothing that concerns you," I say, getting out of the hug looking downward and pushing myself inside.

Hoseok chuckles, as does Tae, and they walk in closing the door.

I plop myself down on their blue couch, closing my eyes inhaling the scent of freshly cleaned furniture.

Hoseok was always weird about his stuff like that.

He and Taehyung were talking about what ever, me drifting off into a very luscious sleep.

t a e h y u n g

I stared at Yoongi from a far. He was asleep, and he looked so angelic. His pink lips were slightly pouted, his features looked so relaxed, he just looked amazing. It was beautiful.

He mumbled something unintelligible, as his head fell over. I heard a giggle escape my mouth, as Hoseok just looked at me weirdly.

"Mmm, and what's got you giggling?" He asked raising his eyebrows.

"Yoongi is just," I paused, "Yoongi."

He smiled brightly. "Oh I know, he's the best." He paused, and looked over the Yoongi staring, "He's always been there for me. Even when his world wasn't perfect, he'd always show up at the right times and hug me and tell me it'll be okay. Yoongi is special to me. I just wish he knew that."

I glanced at Hoseok, who longingly stared at Yoongi, "Do you love, love him?"

"Oh no! I just, ugh, he's my best friend, you know? I love him as a best friend. He's been through a lot and that prevents him from seeing some of the most simplest things."

"What has he been through?"

Hoseok looks at me with a long face, "It's not my place to tell. But I will say, his home life was shit, and the one person he thought severely loved him, was also shit."

I nodded, as my phone vibrated, and I pulled it out smiling, looking at text messages from Jimin and Jungkook in our group chat.

ChimChim: WHERE ARE YOU TAE?

Kookie: Yes where have you gone to?

ChimChim: IM HUNGRY BRING US FOOOOOOD :(

ChimChim: Never mind, Kookie got us some.

ChimChim: he's so sweet :))

Kookie: Oh I know I am.

ChimChim: Cocky much?

Kookie: Only when I'm with you ;)

ChimChim is typing....

TaeTae: Both of you shut up. I can basically hear you guys fucking and I'm not even there.

ChimChim has left the conversation.

Kookie has left the conversation.

TaeTae: Wow so kind :/

I smile about to walk over to the couch as Hoseok grabs my arm, "I can tell Yoongi really cares about you Taehyung. I mean, he let you hug him. So if you do anything to hurt him, I will end you, okay? Don't just leave him. You got that?"

I nodded hastily, as he smiled again heading into the kitchen, as Jin and Namjoon stepped into the apartment. They were laughing, therefore not greeting me just waving.

I sat next to Yoongi, sinking in the couch making his head fall on my shoulder.

Damn, he was warm. I scooted closer to him, pressing my side against his, leaning my head on his head. He unconsciously cuddled into my side, making me bite my lip, trying not to sigh of happiness.

Because this was pure happiness. It was bliss and beautiful.

It was comfortable.

It felt like home.

So I closed my eyes, and drifted to sleep.

n o p o v

The two boys slept there, on a couch that wasn't theirs. Jin and Hoseok were fanboying to an extreme, while Namjoon just tried calming them down.

Sometimes he wondered why he decided to talk to these people, but he always care to one conclusion, he loved them.

Now, I'm a wonderful narrator and all, and I would love to tell you what Taehyung and Yoongi were dreaming about.

But that information is confidential.

So, the night whisked away, the stars rapidly gleaming on this dark night. Clouds covered the sky though, so you couldn't see them. But you could see the faint glow of the moon. Such a blurry light, not clear at all, just like the feelings that Taehyung and Yoongi shared for each other.

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Hey we hit 200 reads. I'm happy, so thank you. Also, the last pov of this story was a semi joke so :))

See you in the next chapter *waves dramatically*

[ hoseok is such a sunshine :) ]