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JIMIN's POV
I approached Yoongi hyung for advice on how to confess my feelings to Y/N, I couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. After all, Yoongi hyung was known for his blunt and often apathetic demeanor, and I wasn't sure if he would even bother to entertain my love-struck ramblings.
"Hey, hyung," I greeted him tentatively, trying to gauge his mood.
Yoongi hyung glanced up from his phone with a nonchalant expression, barely sparing me a glance. "What's up, Jimin?" he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of disinterest.
I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to broach the subject. Finally, I took a deep breath and plunged ahead. "I need your advice on something," I began, my words tumbling out in a nervous rush. "It's about Y/N..."
Yoongi hyung raised an eyebrow in mild curiosity, his interest piqued. "Ah, the object of your affection," he remarked dryly, his lips quirking up into a small smirk. "What do you need advice for? Just tell her how you feel and be done with it."
I blinked in surprise at his straightforward response, not expecting such a concise answer from someone known for their laconic nature. "But...what if she doesn't feel the same way?" I countered, my anxiety bubbling to the surface.
Yoongi hyung shrugged nonchalantly, as if the possibility of rejection held little importance to him. "Then you move on," he replied matter-of-factly, his tone betraying no hint of concern. "Life's too short to waste on unrequited love."
I stared at him in disbelief, struck by the simplicity of his advice. It was as if he had distilled the complexities of romance into a few succinct sentences, leaving me both impressed and slightly bewildered.
"Thanks, hyung," I murmured gratefully, though a part of me couldn't help but wonder if his laissez-faire attitude was truly the best approach to matters of the heart.
Yoongi hyung merely nodded in acknowledgment, already turning his attention back to his phone. "No problem, Jimin," he replied casually, his focus already drifting away from our conversation.
As I left his room, I couldn't help but mull over his words, wondering if perhaps there was wisdom to be found in his laid-back approach to love.
Entering Jin hyung's room, I found him admiring himself in the mirror, as usual. With his impeccable fashion sense and perpetually flawless appearance, Jin hyung exuded an air of confidence that I could only aspire to.
"Hey, Jimin," he greeted me with a charming smile, his eyes sparkling with self-assurance. "What brings you here?"
I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to broach the subject of my romantic predicament with someone as self-absorbed as Jin hyung. But then I remembered his penchant for grandiose gestures and decided to dive right in.
"I need your advice, hyung," I began, steeling myself for his inevitable theatrics. "It's about Y/N..."
Jin hyung's eyes lit up with interest at the mention of Y/N's name, his curiosity piqued. "Ah, the lovely Y/N," he exclaimed, his tone laced with anticipation. "What about her?"
