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“Hyung, look up!”
Yoongi swiftly tilts his head upward, the sight of endless pitch-black canvas with innumerable splattering glitters greets him. They are enchanting. The way different layers of densities reflected the star beam, making them twinkle, induces a small excited squeak from the person besides him.
His eyes slowly travels back down until it lands on the side of Jimin’s face. The boy is still staring at the starry sky, admiring the contrasting sparkle of the galaxy and the night. Yoongi stares and think, ‘You are prettier than the stars.’
Jimin tears his eyes away and looks at Yoongi with that bewitching eyes of his. If the sky were to shrink and fit into one frame, it would be akin to Jimin’s eyes.
‘I love you.’ Yoongi wants to say.
But instead, he stares back and offers a small smile to the boy besides him.
***
“Hyung, taste this!” Jimin offers a spoon full of that chocolate chip flavoured ice cream he bought from a small stall by the riverside. When Jimin makes no sign to hand the spoon to Yoongi, he just opens his mouth, passively accepting the offer. If Yoongi is not obsessed with everything Jimin, he would not notice how delicate the spoon is moved into his mouth.
Sweet, the ice cream is too sweet for Yoongi’s liking. He makes a face from the diabetes-inducing taste of the ice cream. That earns a giggle from Jimin.
The sound is like a melody, threading its way from the plump lips of his straight into Yoongi's softest and weakest spot in heart. Yoongi can definitely hear the sound every day and still feel like his brain is dysfunctioning every time the pitch penetrates his ears.
Jimin giggles and giggles because Yoongi scrunching his face like that tickles his little heart. “You don’t like it?”
“Nah, too sweet.”
‘But I like you.’ Yoongi wants to say.
But instead, he stole another spoonful of ice cream from Jimin, just to hear the boy scolding him because if there’s anything sweet that Yoongi loves, it would be Jimin’s voice.
***
“Hyung, I need your opinion,” Yoongi looks up from his phone and fixates his gaze on the person sitting opposite from him.
“I… I think I have a crush on this someone. And I… should I ask him out?” Jimin blushes a bit and Yoongi is endeared. Only then, the question registered in his head. A crush? On who? They are just friends, of course. Yoongi has no right to butt in and decide who Jimin should like and who he should not. He doesn't know if it's Yoongi-a-friend-of-Jimin or Yoongi-who-has-a-crush-on-Jimin who is tormenting his brain right now, but Yoongi doesn't have any reply other than,
“Why not? You got nothing to lose right?”
“Ah, yes… Nothing to lose,” Jimin draws indistinct shapes on the coffee table, clearly nervous and a little uncomfortable. Yoongi stares at the finger, feeling a tug in his chest himself.
“Do you think he’d want me?” Jimin looks up from whatever figure he was drawing before and stares straight into Yoongi. He sounds sincere, and the gaze pleads for an honest answer.
‘I’d want you.’ Yoongi wants to say.
But instead, he replies, “You are the loveliest person I’ve ever known. I don’t think anyone can resist your charm.”
Yoongi pulls his lips into a small smile to ease Jimin’s heart. Or maybe his.
***
“Hyung, I want you to meet Taehyung!” Jimin pulls Yoongi’s arm and drags him to the opposite side of the party.
“Yoongi, meet Taehyung. Tae, this is my bestfriend, Yoongi!” Jimin’s eyes squints into small cresents from the large smile of animation he puts on.
Yoongi accepts Taehyung hand, mumbles a small greeting and try not to freak out when he sees Taehyung. He is perfect. No wonder Jimin can’t stop talking about Taehyung everyday.
'Hyung, Taehyung brought me to a theme park yesterday! At the end of the day, he gave me flowers! How cute is that?'
'Hyung, is this how it feels like to fall in love?'
Yes, that's how it feels like. Yoongi has done it, unfortunately haven't been through it.
His heart aches when he witnesses how Jimin’s arm is looped around Taehyung’s and how he looks so happy. He is so happy without me.
‘I want to be the one who makes you happy.” Yoongi wants to say.
But instead he just smiles and makes sure the cup in his shaking hand doesn’t spill the drink in it.
***
“Hyung, thank you so much for coming!” Jimin pulls him into a tight hug and it doesn’t help Yoongi’s wounding heart. Just embracing Jimin’s warmth burns every part of his body, reminding Yoongi that he is not yours.
Jimin looks gorgeous, the tailored suit sits nicely on his lean figure. His hair styled into a more fancy way than he usually let it down. There’s also an elegant white rose boutonnière on top of the suit’s left lapel, matching with Taehyung’s.
“Jimin, I’m so happy for you,” Yoongi is not even lying. He is so happy that Jimin decides to settle his life with a person he loves the most. But he can’t stop thinking why that person can’t be me.
‘I still love you.' Yoongi wants to say.
But instead, he lets the words die on his tongue alongside his desire to love anymore.