Hyung's Lover boy

What's with those hazy eyes?

I was standing at the farewell party, and my eyes were on my love life, Jiminshi. He was dancing and was too drunk. I knew him because he was sad and hiding it. He was wearing that see-through shirt, and I doubted whether he knew how many people were crazy over him. He made my heart ache more today, and he was already losing himself in the dance. God, how did you make this human so real? I just wanted to admire him forever. For me, if not him, then no one else, because I gave myself to him so much that even if one day I will ask him to be his boyfriend and if  he say no, I would never ask anyone else. I gave myself to him so much that it would take this lifetime to get over from him. When I know how much I love him, why complicate things and waste another life?

He stopped dancing, and his friends and his lovely juniors started to cheer him, and I was one of them too. I was sitting in one corner when another hand came to my shoulder, and I turned to see who it was.

"Hi, Jungkookie," I heard someone said and when I turned to see who was, the interrupter giving me another smile as he came closer to my face. That was too much, so I pulled myself back a little from him. "Nice perfume. I would buy it next time," he complimented. It was strange to me, so I raised an eyebrow, and he just chuckled at my reaction.

Meet Taehyung Hyung. I have met him a few times before because he was close to Jimin Hyung. What blew my mind today was that he was wearing the same clothes as mine, just without my jacket. He had dyed his hair black like mine and had made it curly too. That completely blew my mind because his behavior was not giving me good intentions.

"What's wrong, hyung?" I asked while taking a few steps away from him because I didn't like how he sounded exactly like me.

"Everything," he said with a smirk while seeing me take a few steps away, he was a bit drunk but not too much exactly. Okay, fine, I don't care if he knows that I was distancing myself from him because everyone should respect someone's privacy unless I have given it.

"Afraid of me?" he asked while laughing at my small steps. "Jiminshi told me thousands of times that you are very strong. A boxer, aren't you?" He basically mocked me. I didn't know why that sentence wasn't a compliment because the way his eyes were scanning me didn't feel good.

"I can break your teeth, by just grabbing your jaw. Believe me, I distance myself from you for your safety," I finally laughed at him. I could have broken anyone else by now, but since he is Jimin's hyung's friend, I didn't intend to break anything of his. I don't get afraid, unless you are Park Jimin himself.

"Funny, you should see my body, how strong I can get," he mocked again while winked at me as if I am a teen here and he was acting as if he was too old from me. At this point, I really didn't know if he was flirting or mocking me. Did he know that I am into Jimin Hyung? Because no one else could find out about whom I am into, like into boys or girls, I am that secretive about my liking.

"Yeah, more funny that I don't give a shit about it," I finally fired back. He was the one who started it, and I am not to blame. I had patience because of my Jimin hyung, but he was breaking my patience. I could see his jaw tighten at my statement, well I was wishing him to start fighting so that I would really break his teeth for real because Jimin Hyung asked me not to start the fight, but never stopped me to fire back.

I was about to leave when something spilled over my jacket. I glared at him because it was all because of my Jimin Hyung's friendship; otherwise, I would have shown him how long he would be lying in a hospital bed for messing with me.

"Sorry, Jungkookie," he said while putting the glass down and taking napkins to clean what he could not. He came closer to me, looking into my eyes, and I hated it because there was something wrong in his eyes—the stares, but he suddenly hid it. "Give me your jacket; I will clean it very quickly," he insisted even after I declined. Nonetheless, I had to take off the jacket, and he grabbed it from me. I was taken aback because you get some not-so-good vibes from certain people, and that's exactly what I was feeling, but I let it slide.

"In one minute, I will give it back to you." I was taken aback when he smiled at me because we never used to talk, and he never gave me any kind of like, but today he was acting very differently. How could he know what I was wearing? He was wearing exactly the same earring I was wearing. My hyung selected these outfits for me; did he select them for him too? And even if so, why would Jimin Hyung do that? I let all the thoughts fade away when I saw my hyung calling my name, and I left Taehyung Hyung there with my jacket in his hands.

"Jungkook-shi! Let's dance," my love shouted my name, and I became shy because he was really looking so handsome. He was drunk, but he could be, as it was his last day of college before entering the working profession. He pulled me closer to him while his eyes were hazy, devoid of emotions. I felt goosebumps over my body when he looked at me with those eyes and wrapped his arm around my neck. I was hesitant and looked down at him because I was scared to break our moment.

Students at the party started to smile; a few were laughing, and some began to record videos of us because, to them, we looked cute. They were hooting for us. No one knew that I really loved him; only Lisa was trying to stop others from making videos because she knew that I liked her elder brother the way I was forbidden too, but this heart already went to deep that it is impossible for me to come back.

"What's wrong, Jungkook-shi? Dance," he asked, and for me, it was an intimate moment. I felt like he was ordering me because his voice was hoarse and a slow song was playing in the background. I started to move with his rhythm. Well, from the start, I had been moving with his pace, so why not with this song? I smiled to erase the tension, but those brown hazy eyes still did not smile back, only the intense stare. I had always dreamed of him looking at me like he was doing right now, but at that moment, I was sweating.

"You still haven't learned the steps properly," he mumbled slowly while keeping his eyes fixed on my face. Did he know what he was doing? He made his hand slowly move over my body, from my hands to my back. His hands moved slowly, causing my body to tense because I loved him, and my reaction was natural. He chuckled at me. Did he know what he was really doing with me? He moved a few steps closer and grabbed my hand with one of his hands, while the other was on my shoulder. My other hand was on his waist, like any other couple dancing at the party. I was not looking away either—why should I? There were just him and me in this world, my whole attention on his face. I saw him glance at my lips for a few seconds.