I sat here watching my best friend reach for his hot mocha, a huge smile gracing his lips as he showed me something from his phone, to which confused me as to why is he was showing me a picture of a cherry blossom tree. "See, this is so beautiful!" Taehyung exclaimed, his boxy grin in display."Okay?" I asked, unsure.
"You definitely have to draw this!" He suggested, pointing to the black leather sketchpad sitting on top of my lap, taking a small sip from his drink. "Speaking of, how come you never show me your sketches?" He pouted. I froze.
"I.." I gulped, "It's private." I said, but it came out more of a whisper. His brows curved into a frown, slightly glaring at me.
"I'm your bestfriend, privacy doesn't apply to me." He rolled his eyes, trying to reach out for my sketchbook, but i was fast enough to clutch it on my chest, earning a small glare from him.
"S-stop it!" I slapped his hand away a little bit too hard, making him pout in disappointment.
"Fine!" He crossed his arms against his chest, looking away like a little kid.
I sighed, "Sorry tae, but I can't." I apologized, lowering my head, fiddling with my the ends of my fingers. "Maybe someday, alright?" I reassured him, giving him a small smile.
"Promise?" He pouted, raising his pinky finger.
I nodded, interlacing my pinky finger with his. "Promise." His boxy grin returned after that, happily enjoying his drink, playing games on his phone as we both waited for our next class.
I mentally sighed, relieved that taehyung somehow believed me. It's not that I didn't want to show him, I really do. But it would be hella wierd for him if he sees the drawings hidden inside. This sketchbook pose as a journal for me, grave and deep secrets safely hidden like a really important file from the CIA. This is my most priced possession.
We've been bestfriends for as long as I can remember but Taehyung remained clueless and oblivious to my obsession towards his older brother, Jimin. I don't have the guts to tell him just yet. It's against the bro code and it would just be plain awkward if taehyung knew about it. It's not like I didn't want to tell him, it's just that I didn't know how. I have no clue on how to tell taehyung that his older have rejected almost a million times now and here I am, still thirsty for his ass— still strong as fuck and not even close to giving up.
plus, i don't think he'll be very accepting of the idea. what if he reacts badly— what if he doesn't want me to be with his brother. besides, jimin pretty much hates me anyway, so what is there to tell, really.
But it wasn't like this back then. When we were kids, Taehyung and I would always play in the park and Jimin would always be there to accompany us since both our parents doesn't like the thought of us playing without a chaperone nearby, so they would always send Jimin to look out for us, and sometimes he'd play with us too, showing me his famous eye smile that I have grown to adore so much. Jimin was very fond of me back then, he would hug and even kiss me back then.
It all changed when I confessed three years ago. Since then, he became distant and cold, no longer the Jimin that I've grown to know. But that didn't stop me from going closer to him, constantly doing stupid things and making a fool out of myself just to get his attention. He rejected me because he's five years older than me– which I find a complete bullshit by the way.
And after a week, he left and attended boarding school instead. But no matter the distance, my love for him never faltered. Instead, i found myself falling deeper and deeper for the older who returned yesterday after three years with a new look, new style of clothing, six pack abs– new Park Jimin.
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my bestfriend's brother ✔️
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