my bestfriend's brother ✔️

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i couldn't help but be amazed by the many painting hanging by the dark wall. my heart overwhelming with delight as i try to fathom each story the paintings depicted. i have never been to an art museum before and i'm honestly loss for words. everything is just splendid. it's magnificent and purely beautiful.

today is a saturday and i'm still bummed at the fact that taehyung cancelled our gym plans at the last minute. like he was never one to cancel on me. if anyone, that would be me. and he didn't even give me a specific reason as to why he wanted to bail today. he just sent me a simple message saying his sorry and that he's busy. i tried asking but 'til now he hadn't replied.

maybe he's still mad at me for disappearing on them last week. a week already passed and still my hole still hurts, not much but it still twitches whenever i walk or do anything that involves moving my bum. my friends gave me the eye for the whole week, suspicious and a little disappointed that i left them all too suddenly without even telling them goodbye.

tae and i are supposed to go shopping last thursday but the idiot cancelled it. something about studying for a test. lately he seems weird around me. he talks less, smiles less and wouldn't even spare me a glance. i tried reaching out to him, said my apologies but to no avail, he still ignores me completely. good thing jimin popped out of nowhere, asked me on a date to which i agreed almost immediately, and brought me to where i am now.

i didn't know i was spacing out too long until i felt a tug on my pinky finger, looking up only to lock gazes with a his concerned hazel ones. "you seem distracted," he mutters. "everything alright?" he asks, his face void of any emotions yet it was his eyes gave everything away. i could see a hint of worry in his eyes, making me slightly smile.

"it's nothing." i assure him. "i'm just thinking, is all."

"about what?" he raises a brow, not believing a single word i just said.

"stuffs," i casually muttered, looking away as i feel my cheeks heat from the intense stares he's directing my way. "it's really nothing, hyung. i'm fine, really." i tell him when he seems distracted. he seems hesitant at first before sighing and letting go of the topic completely, grasping my hands in his as he pulls me along.

"why are we here, hyung?" i ask out of the blue. he glanced at me, his face unreadable. "i..it's not that i don't like it. this place is amazing. but out of all places, why'd you chose to take me here?" he only smiled, shaking his head.

i was about to ask him once more when he suddenly halted in his steps, eyes directed on the wall as a small smilr graces his lips. i couldn't help but smile as well. jimin looks so beautiful just standing there. i followed his gaze, adoring the piece of painting as well.

it was beautifully painted. the colours were warm and blended wonderfully together. i couldn't help but feel a certain warmth just by staring at the painting. it is a painting of a boy who seems to be smiling about something away from the painting. his smile seemed so genuine, so beautiful and full of delight. his features were highlighted perfectly, like the artist gave much effort to adore even his imperfections.

but the more i stare longer, the more i feel weirder. i tilted my head to the side, analysing the painting when it dawned on me.

"Is that–"

"my brother, yeah." jimin smiled, eyes glistening in such adoration as he stares at the painting. i was about to ask when he pecked me on the lips, a small chuckle erupting from his lips. "that's yoongi's work. he has this weird fetish of stalking my brother and sketching or painting him."