𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮

𝐓𝐄𝐍

"So how's life?" He asks, bringing the cigarette to his thin lips. I look at him for a moment and I close the front door of my apartment, strut to where he sits, and push his booted feet off of the couch.

"How did you even get inside?" I mutter and he chuckles when I walk towards the window of the apartment. Watching as I open them and then walk back to him to take the cigarette from his mouth.

"I stole your key when you first got the apartment and I made a copy of it." He says nonchalantly, I roll my eyes and I put out the cigarette.

"Give it to me," I say and he hums as he sets the keys on my hand.

"I have fifty more copies by the way." He whispers and I roll my eyes. I walk to my bedroom and I see him follow me, his dark hair is a mess and he wears all black, yet it complements his pale skin so well. I feel his hands on my waist and his chin on my shoulder.

"You haven't spoken to me in a week." He whispers into my ear and I turn around to look at him.

"How are you?"

"I'm fine Yoongi," I tell him and he smiles before placing a chaste kiss on my lips. It's something we've done ever since we were kids. "Aren't you supposed to be in Cambridge?" I ask him and he looks at me for a moment before shrugging.

"I took the holidays, thought I would come here. Have thanksgiving with you. I talked with your mom a while ago, she said you would be alone for the holiday. Plus the drive from Cambridge to Newport is only three hours." He says and he falls onto my bed. I cross my arms over my chest.

"You spoke to my mother?" I ask him almost tenderly and he nods.

"I speak with her every week or whenever I'm free. I've been beginning to think that she loves me more than you." He teases and I sigh before nodding and going to grab a coat.

"I'm going to buy some things at the bakery, Thanksgiving is tomorrow. Do you want to come?" I ask him and he stands up almost quickly and he zips up his jacket.

"Yes!" He screams vehemently, I glare at him.

Yoongi is three years older than I am, a Harvard student trying to get his Ph.D. in Astronomy. He wasn't the brightest when it came to education, meaning in learning, but he was smart. An intellectual. He was a person who claimed he didn't know something, but secretly he did and the only reason why he would not say he did was to not brag about it.

We grew up in the same area, his home was only a ten-minute drive from mine. Most of the time we'd see each other when we were both bored or when we needed help without homework.

I never told Yoongi about Taehyung, though we had been best friends for years. There was something that held me back from telling them about each other, perhaps it was because I was afraid for an uncertain reason or because I knew that deep down something would happen. At times I feel as if though it was for the best. About not mentioning them to either one, it would then, when the incident occurred, not cause any suspicions. When the incident happened Yoongi was in Cambridge, studying and I was still here. In Vermont.

"How's Harvard?" I ask and he hums while looking around the street. Lips in a straight line. He begins to tell me about the drama that occurred in his dorm and how his roommate had been suspended for getting drunk and going to a farm to buy a pig where he kept it for a day. Then he moves on to the latest crimes in the area and how a frat house had been burnt down.

It is when he begins to tell me about astronomy and astrophysics that I almost laugh at his passion and how his eyes sparkle as he speaks about the field he studies. It makes him look so beautiful, at some point, it looks like he is a newborn baby. Seeing everything for the first time and there is a light in his eyes, makes him look handsome and ethereal at the same time.

If you- if you, Park Jimin, if you hadn't existed. Then I know that I'd love Min Yoongi as I love you, but I can't love him because I don't like him. Though I do admire his beauty, adore his presence, and his dry sense of humor. I wouldn't look back at him if you told me to go with you.

Yet, you never would.

Astrophysics. Astronomy. Astronomy is one of the oldest branches of natural science that studies celestial objects and their functional phenomena. It has always been beautiful, how we get to play the parts of stitching together stories of the universe. Studying the stars and planets, the fascinating discoveries we might find along the way.

We walked by a map and he pointed to the earth, I watched it. Eyes not once leaving the picture of it. The beauty that we call earth. There was earth, on that picture, with residents who call themselves humans or if I'm scientifically speaking, Homo sapiens. It was funny, wasn't it? We called ourselves humans, yet we do not act humanely at all.

"I'm hungry." He says and I look at him, then the time, and I shrug.

"There's a restaurant nearby, do you want to eat there?" I ask and he nods and then we both walk to the restaurant.

I regret it when I am inside when I see him. Sitting here at a table with Lauren and Olivia. They are all laughing, looking like a happy family and we meet eyes for a moment. His beautiful dark eyes stare into mine, but they move and I understand why when I feel a hand on my waist, it drags us both to the table the hostess gives us.

I can feel the heat. The warmth of his stare and then it leaves and I look up in almost longing.

I find him looking at Yoongi who sits beside me in the booth. He looks through a menu oblivious to the stare that is given to him and I look back at Jimin.

His expression had changed, the grip on his knife has hardened and I notice it when I see the veins of his hands.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom, can you just order me a burger?" I nod and he smiles before once again placing a chaste kiss on my lips and he walks away. I don't look at him. At Jimin who's only a few tables away. Instead, I busy myself with looking at the menu.

Not once looking at him-

Trying not to look at him.

Yet, it is when gravity makes its presence be known, we are powerless, no force can stop the collision. It is like knowing that we are being drawn into a black hole that does nothing to stop what is to be inevitable.

Oh, Jungkook. What a helpless fool you are. I think to myself when I look up.

Not once wanting to look away from his gaze.