𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑆𝑀; bts os

myg : aesthete

summary: in which love falls in weird places.

genre: angst, fluff

word count: + 3.4k

aesthete (adj.); someone with deep sensitivity to the beauty of art or nature.

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"so, did you ask her out yet?", i repeated my question from earlier, hugging my knees in the process. "not yet, and i don't think i will do so soon, if you continue asking me about this.", the male groaned and tried to punch me, but decided that he was too tired to do anything, so he just hid his face under his pillow yet again, trying to sleep. i sighed. "honestly, yoon, you're never going to find a girl, no matter how good looking you are, if you keep hiding in your bed.", i said. this time, he hit me with a pillow, grumbling something among the lines of "you're a horrible person", which i commented with an airy laugh.

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"they look so cute together.", (f/n), who said next to me, whispered, smiling widely. whom she was talking about? yoongi and his new girlfriend, (g/n). after my little speech, he seemed to have mustered up enough courage to ask her out, and there, the school's newest dream couple was born. i nodded and focused on my notes again. "(y/n), everything alright? i mean, yoongi is your best friend.", (f/n) suddenly said and i looked up from my studies, smiling warmly at her. "actually, i was the one telling him to get a grip on himself, as he was whining about liking her all the time, yet he didn't confess. see, he's happy now."

the truth was, i already regretted saying that. to me, yoongi was not just the best friend i could joke around with, no, he meant much more to me. i didn't know when i fell, but i fell in love with him. not only with his incredible looks, also with his personality, with everything that was min yoongi. very cliché, but what could i do about it? confess and probably, no, most likely to ruin our friendship? no, being close friends is better than nothing. i tucked a strand of (h/c) hair behind my ear, trying to focus on learning again.

usually, yoongi and i would spend lunch break with each other, of course not alone, but we would always be talking and chatting with each other. but now, as he was in a relationship, it was like he abandoned his friends only to spend time with his precious girlfriend. ah, the perks of being in love. realizing that my mind was full of yoongi, i sighed and closed my book. it was of no use to learn now, i couldn't focus. instead, i decided to listen to the other's conversations. "okay, i can understand that yoon is in love, but can't he spend a lunch break with us at least once a week?", i heard jimin complain. "nah, he's in love, it's all about (g/n) right now.", jin answered and, suddenly, turned around to face me.

"you're literally one of the closest to him, (y/n). heard something of yoongi?", he asked me and i shook my head. "nah, we haven't talked or chatted that much in the past weeks." upon hearing those words, the others sighed, eyes filled with something i couldn't quite describe. i, on the other hand, felt empty and sad. sure, i was happy that yoongi was happy, but why couldn't i be that girl by his side? "(y/n)? (y/n)!", someone shook me and i flinched, being pulled out of my thoughts. jin looked at me, worry taking over his features. "you sure you're alright? you look sad." "what? no, i'm perfectly fine, just worrying over the upcoming exams.", i tried to reassure him, but considering his slight frown, i wasn't being very convincing. "whatever.", i mumbled and made my way past him, towards our classroom, where yoongi and (g/n) were already seated in the back, seeming to make out.

"tsk, get a room.", i scoffed loud enough for them to hear me and yoongi raised an eyebrow. "what's wrong?", he asked, still holding (g/n), who was practically sitting on his lap. "nothing important.", i answered, turning around to face the chalkboard, trying to blend out any thoughts about the boy i held so dear. and like this, the rest of this day, and also the next days, went on. every time i saw them together, my heart ached, yet i held a fake smile plastered on my lips, not wanting anyone to see the pain and desperation building up inside of me. still, everyone swarmed around yoongi and (g/n) in a kind of all-out feeding frenzy, which made me feel sick.