Hyung's Lover boy

A daughter and him.

We are finally spending three days in my house, and then it became a home for me. Three days were enough to make me realize that I want it to be like this forever—to have us stay like that. Somewhere deep down, I already started to feel that he was also feeling the same, so why not? We woke up smiling at each other, wishing good mornings. We ate together, over-watched movies, and I cooked for him, and he praised me. He eats well when I cook, but still not as much as he used to. No offense to Mrs. Park's cooking, but after her, Jimin Hyung likes my cooking, and that's the best thing I could be proud of. We spent those days like a very happy couple, so I've come to the point where I should ask him to be like this forever with me.

I've come to the point where I've already gone to the shop to buy the most beautiful thing Hyung would like—a ring. I've been carrying it in my pocket since yesterday, trailing behind Hyung and waiting for the perfect opportunity to tell him about my feelings and ask if there's a chance for us to be together. So, the conclusion is that I'm going to propose to him and find out what he's thinking about us—officially, about us. Am I going to win or lose? But he always told me to live in the moment, so I'm going to cherish him, whether he rejects me or accepts me.

We were sitting on the roof, and it was night, Hyung's wish, because he wanted to see the moon and stars. He was looking at the moon and stars, at the universe in the sky, whereas my eyes were on him because my universe is in him. My head was on his lap while his back rested against the balcony glass, and we were together on the roof without any carpet beneath us, because I know Hyung loves being left alone on the floor. He is getting thinner day by day—what could be affecting him to become thinner?

"Jungkook, since you're successful now too, what do you think next?" Hyung asked while still admiring the beautiful stars and moon, and I was busy admiring him.

"Nothing," I said because I couldn't help it. This man was my crush even when I didn't know what crushes or love were.

"Really? Like, how many children do you want?" He asked while his eyes fell on me. I could feel there was something different in his emotions for a few seconds. I know him more than he knows himself, and I could sense he was hiding something. My grip on the box I was hiding in my pocket became tighter, but I relaxed when his sparkling eyes grew dull again, and he covered it with a fake smile. Yes, he gave me a fake smile. What's wrong? Because he never hides anything from me, and even if he tried, I would easily notice. But I played along with what he wanted.

"Hyung, children are for both parents. I think both parents should mutually agree on children. It's not like I would be the only one caring for them," I told him the truth because it feels strange when men say they want many children. You're not the only one who would care for them, so you should also consider your partner's wishes. "Well, I don't like children," I finished because it's true—I don't even want to wake up to the whining of children. Who could wish for that? I was a very decent child from the start, but I've seen kids fighting in the park over nothing. Why should I waste my life caring for children when I have a whole life partner to care for?

Hyung was shocked by my statement and I turned to look at the sky. It's not easy when your love starts to look at you like that. "How rude of you! Well, children are God's gift to us," he replied, as if I had hurt his feelings.

"They're not you know, Hyung, children are the outcome of the sex" I said, still looking at the moonlight because I could feel Jimin was watching me, well we all knew this, didn't we? There was silence between us for the next few minutes and I finally broke it because I didn't want Hyung to ask me that if I know the process of doing children. 

"How many you wish for?" I asked, looking at him with cheerful eyes because I didn't want him to be angry with me and I am really curious about his plans too.

"You'll think less of me," he replied, sealing his lips, which made me chuckle because he looked so good at that moment. And he thinks I would think less of him? Yeah because he doesn't know that I worship him.

"I promise I won't," I said, instead of telling him what I must to, but maybe some other day.

"Promise?" He asked, looking at me with hopeful eyes, and I was taken aback by his wonderful expression. Those expressions were real—I know him. When I nodded positively, he smiled happily, and I smiled too, because his smile is contagious for me. "So, I wish my other half would agree to have a daughter, because I really want to have a daughter. When I become a father, I'll do her hair, and dress her in princess clothes," he started, and his eyes sparkled with emotion. He was serious about having a daughter. I stared at his bright face as he talked about his future daughter. "I wouldn't have a problem with having a boy too—two children wouldn't be bad. But, as you said, if my other half only wants one child, I would want a daughter. I'd teach her to dance, always play with her, make her two ponytails. She would love me and she would cutely called me father, I would always tell her stories every night," he continued, smiling happily.

I suddenly started to live out Hyung's wish, imagining myself as his other half. We were raising a daughter together. We were playing a game in the garden of this house, with Hyung chasing me, and us running for our lives. A happy family.

Guess what? Having a child is not a bad idea. In my dream where I always saw him, suddenly there I saw him still but with our daughter.