"What are you doing here?" Taehyung asked without turning his glance away from the stars.

"I saw you come out here. Are you okay?"

"Of course." He mumbled.

"Do you like watching the stars?"

He nodded. Jungkook walked next to him on the balcony and looked down. "You might want to move a little back." He whispered slightly terrified.

"I won't roll off the balcony." He replied rolling his eyes.

"I'm afraid of heights." He admitted stepping back himself n

"Hmm. I guess my brother did try go make you as normal as possible, huh?"

"Yes. I would've much more appreciated being heroic and not afraid of nothing. What are you afraid of?"

"I use to be afraid of a lot of things. Disappointing my family, not succeeding in life, being lonely...none of those fears really bother me anymore. I've already done all so what's the use of worrying?"

"Do you honestly think that? Your brother Namjoon doesn't. He cares about you and loves you the way you are."

"I know."

"Why don't you tell him how you feel?"

"No."

"Holding it up inside is not healthy for you."

"I don't want to be a burden. I don't want to hurt those who love me. You wouldn't understand."

Jungkook kneeled next to him on the ground. "But I do." He softly told. Taehyung looked down at him and swallowed the lump on his throat.

"How can you possibly know when you don't feel what I do?"

"I don't know about love. I've certainly never been loved myself. But, you know what? I like to think that if someone truly loves you they will hurt with you too. I don't think it's selfish to share the way you feel with those who you love. That's the beauty of it. You're suppose to hurt together, you're suppose to lean on one another to make it through the storm. That's all your brother wants from you. That's what I want from you too."

Taehyung's heart got heavier by second. His eyes were starting to fill with tears. He hated crying. When he started he couldn't stop it.

That's why he hated feeling so much.

"I'm not very good at expressing my emotions." He quietly told. If he spoke any louder he thought he'd burst into tears.

"I see that. How about you try writing them down? Do something to get it off your chest. It'll feel better."

He shrugged clearing his throat and looking away. He took quick breaths attempting to bring his heart rate down.

"What about your parents? Where are they at?" He asked. He didn't think it was fair for him or Namjoon to be dealing with this alone.

Taehyung bit the inside of his cheek not responding. Jungkook straightened up a little. "I'm sorry. If it's a sensitive subject I won't bring it up again."

"They're away. Looking for answers. Namjoon volunteered to stay here with me. He got a job offer in another place. Of course he declined because of me. What a waste of talent. He could do so much aside from where he's working at. Yet he stays."

"That's love in the purest form." Jungkook said.

Taehyung smiled, "Yeah. I guess so."

•••

"What?" Jimin asked when the waiter walked away.

"I cannot believe you order three plates. Three! Actually, no, I can believe it."

"Exactly. I can not believe you're surprised about it." Jimin said shaking his head.

"Did you see the way the waiter looked at us? He must think we won't have enough money to pay or something."

"Why do you say that?"

"Look at how we're dressed. I'm literally wearing sweats and you're mismatching. We shouldn't have come to eat here." He mumbled.

"Leave him all the money in your wallet as a tip. That'll show him not to judge."

"Pshh. Easy for you to say since it's not your money."

"You're filthy rich. Don't be so cheap."

"I'm saving for my retirement."

"Min Yoongi. You're nowhere near retirement."

"I'm thinking about the future. I don't want to struggle later on. I already feel like I haven't accomplished shit."

"Are you hearing yourself? You own a condo, you are rich, and a scientist who is gifted with exploding talent."

Yoongi squinted his eyes leaning closer. "Are you out of your mayonnaise?" He whispered.

"What?"

"You're being too nice. You must be delusional."

Jimin rolled his eyes, "Just because I'm a heartless person does not mean I don't have my moments every now and then. Now tell me, did you put something in your hair? It looks disgustingly nappy from here."

Yoongi groaned and then stuck his tongue out at him. Jimin shrugged uninterested, but suddenly smiled as he saw their servant approach them.

The waiter had the drinks. Yoongi only got a water. Whereas Jimin got three. Sweet tea, Coke, and a water with lemon.

"Your food will be out shortly."

"While thank you Renjun." He responded reading off his name tag with a grin.

Yoongi looked down at his water and avoided eye contact with the waiter at all costs.

"You're welcome sir." He said walking away.

"See he was nice."

"He's forced to be nice. Why did you get three drinks?"

"Why not? I was craving them."

Yoongi sighed then took a sip of the water. He noticed a sophisticated older couple look at them with critical stare.

"Oh no." He mumbled quickly looking away.

Jimin turned and glanced at them. "Yoongi you care too much of what others think." He told once he faced him again.

"Yeah. I do." He responded still red faced.

"That's no way of living."

"I can't turn it off like you. I'm human, okay? And it's just the way I am so I have to deal with it."

Jimin took a sip off his sweet tea. Then gave him a dead stare. "You're a ball sack Min Yoongi."

"Not again. Don't start with that fucking shit."

"Ball sack." He insisted.

"Am not!"

"Prove it then." He smirked.

Yoongi knew better than to follow his lead. He just couldn't stand to see his mocking look.

"How?"

"Laugh hysterically to show them you don't care what they think."

"What? I can't do that. That's rude." He whispered screamed.

"Ahh. Should've known." He said now picking up his coke. He mouthed "ball sack" and this only angered Yoongi more.

"Oh you want to be a little bitch now huh?"

"Says the one throwing a tantrum." He teased.

"Okay you know what? Fuck it. I'm going to do it. Ha ha! I'm doing it!" He sarcastically replied faking a hysterical laugh.

This caught the eyes of the the people around them and soon Jimin joined him. Their waiter was across the room with another table when his manager walked up behind him.

"Is that your table?"

Renjun turned around horrified. "Yes." He whispered back. The manager gave him a look which needed no explanation.

"I got it sir." He said walking to them.

Jimin and Yoongi were still being arrogantly loud. "Excuse me," he said getting their attention.

"Yes?" Jimin said raising both eyebrows.

"I do apologize for intruding. Uhh...can you please keep it down? We've had some complaints."

"Is it that couple over there? Tell them I said they—"

"We will stop. Sorry." Yoongi interrupted.

"Thank you."

Once he walked away they looked at each other. Then the real laughter came. Yoongi covered his mouth to avoid being loud.

"That was fun wasn't it?" Jimin asked leaning closer to him.

"I'm not going to lie that was pretty adventurous. I've never done such things!"

"Keep hanging out with me and we will do many adventurous things. You have no idea."

Yoongi smiled, "I kind of have to hang out with you."

"Come on. Being with me isn't so terrible now is it?"

At first Yoongi would've said yes. As the weeks went by he got used to Jimin's presence. It was nice to have someone with him.

He didn't feel so alone anymore. He had someone to argue with and have fun. Actually have fun.

Something he hadn't had since his sunshine went away.

"It's not terrible at all."

"Cool deal. I knew it. I'm good company." He cockily replied.

Yoongi rolled his eyes, "Fuck off." He laughed.

"Take me shopping after this."

"But...I have work tomorrow."

"It'll be fun." He smiled wiggling his eyes brows.

Yoongi looked at the clock and then at him. He still had that smile plastered on his face. It made him look nicer.

He had a gentle and sweet smile that could make anyone melt.

"Okay. Yeah. Let's do it."

"Yes!"

Yoongi looked down at his lap. He didn't think it would feel so natural to go out with him. Every time they did go out Jimin surprised him.

And though he had designed him to not be liked how could he not?

It was nearly impossible not to.