i remember the first time jimin told me he liked me.
it was a late night.
the idiot had snuck into my room again.
he'd crawled into bed with me.
"yoongi, can i say something?"
i should've said no.
then maybe it wouldn't hurt as much as it does.
now that he's gone.
"sure."
"i like you, you know that?"
i only chuckled.
i should've said it back.
