Yoongi sighed bringing a hand up to ruffle his  hair, the black strands slipping through his fingers. Letting out a huff of air, he laid his head against the cool wood of his desk, closing his eyes and listening to the sound of the night. All the other members should be asleep already, but his stress was keeping him awake. The stress of a crush, you see Yoongi is horrible when it comes to showing emotions. He let them out through his love for music, but when it came to expressing them to another person that was a problem. He didn't write music unless it had a meaning to him, unless he had to let something out. He'd let this crush get to far, he blamed it all on his stupid heart, and the person behind it all. 

Park Jimin

Yoongi would lay awake at night, his mind running with thoughts about the younger male.

How should he confess?

He knew Jimin had a crush on him also, so he didn't have much to worry about. It's not like he was going to get rejected, he saw the way jimin's cheek would turn a light shade of pink, when a glance was shared or when yoongi said a joke that wasn't funny. 

Jimin would laugh.

Yoongi wasn't one for being romantic, but for the younger he'd do anything. His heart beat so fast when Jimin was around. God, he was whipped that was the word Namjoon always used, after he found out about Yoongi's little crush.

Shaking his head Yoongi looked down at the notebook laid in front of him. he was working on his second mixtape, one that was sure gonna get the armies hearts racing. His first mixtape Agust D had been about his deprssion, his struggles with life. 

What was another thing everyone went through?

Everyone went through puberty.

Growing up.

Changing.

But everyone also fell in love.

Everyone felt the heart wrenching feeling of love. The way the first loves never worked out. Jimin. Jimin isn't his first love, so not something about first loves. He'd touched that subject already too. 

Jimin.

Jimin.

Jimin.

Jimin.

Why was love so confusing?

Did he like Jimin?

Was it all made up?

Wait.

Jimin.

Jimin.

Jimin.

He should confess.

He knew the tension was thick in the air. He knew all the other members could feel it. He knew Jimin liked him. He knew he liked Jimin.

Jimin was in his dreams, he though of Jimin late at night. He daydreamed about, once again...Jimin. 

Jimin.

Jimin.

Jimin.

Dream.

Dream.

Dream would be the first song he wrote. The opening song of his mixtape. A rap about his late night thoughts. A song about the beginning of his crush. By the end, he'd have a confession ready.

He would make seven songs, each about everything that happens with his crush Jimin.

But.

Armies.

He couldn't post this, Pd-nim would have his head.

Fuck It.

He loved Park Jimin and wanted the whole word to know.

He wanted Jimin to know.