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~17~

~Yoongi~

I was finally at the studio after 45 minutes of nothing but crying in Jin hyung's arms. I felt weak and stupid, how could I have cried like that in front of him? Best friend or not. I wanted Jungkook to be the one holding me, telling me he loved me but instead he's on a date with a guy who is probably better looking than me. Smarter than me. Funnier than me.

I sighed, walking into the break room in the back, I went to the fridge and opened the freezer, grabbing an ice pack for my swollen eyes. The customer's did not need to see me like this, let alone my boss. I walked back out and went upstairs, going to the studio.

Once inside, I sat back in my studio chair and sighed as I laid the pack on my both my eyes. The freezing pack felt good against my hot swollen eyes, I decided to play some music and clicked on the computer blindly. An angelic voice resonated the studio room, my clenched and I could feel tears well up as they fell hot against my cheeks "Fuck" I let out.

I was by myself, I wouldn't be interrupted, right? And so I let myself cry out again, my heart desperately wanting to stop bleeding and scream out in agony. Why couldn't it have been me? Why?

I didn't hear the door open, but I did hear the music stop and I wanted to yell at the bastard who dared stop an angel from singing. My angel. But knowing the position I was in, I won't be able to speak without sounding like a broken record. So I just sat there quietly. Hoping the stranger will just leave if I didn't speak or move.

"Hyung" I heard a familiar voice say, Jimin? What was he doing here? Why was here? He doesn't work days anymore. Not since... Well, you know.

"Hyung?" He called out again. I heard shuffling, hearing a door close, I figured he left again and I let out a sigh.

I blindly went to click the play button again, until a soft hand soft me and I let out a gasp as the ice pack was removed from my face. I blinked my eyes to adjust to the figure in front of me and was met with a very angry but sad Jimin "Hyung.. What are you doing? Why were you crying?" he asked.

I glared at him "What's it to you? It's none of your business" I replied icily. "What are you doing here anyways? Don't you work nights?"

He looked taken aback but nonetheless stayed in his place "I do, but I heard from Jungkook that you might need help with tonight's closing."

I looked at him in shock "Jungkook?"

He nodded, his arms crossed against his chest "I ran into him at a clothing store, we got to talking and said he wasn't able to to help close with you today because-" he paused, furrowing his eye brows, as if debating to say what was next "because he was-"

"On a date?" I interrupted. Now looking away from him, I began working on the studio's computer and played with the vocals. Jimin was quiet, but he sat next to me on the next studio chair. Staring at me intently, I could feel his pity and his happiness radiating off him. Knowing now I had no chance with Jungkook, he thought he had a better chance with me.

That annoyed me.

"Will you fucking stop?" I snapped but not taking my eyes off the screen, I heard a gasp from him "just because Jungkook is dating now, doesn't mean my feeling for him have changed. I still love him" I said the words out loud for the very first time and I was even shocked at my own words but continued "I can't just stop my feelings for him and I am pretty sure I told you this before, Jimin" I paused, finally looking at him. His eyes were glossy and I knew my words hurt him but he needed to know and stop "But, I don't like you that way and I never once thought of you that way."

I turned back to the computer screen, continuing my work and I thought I had won. Nope.

"You think I don't know that? I didn't need a reminder. I know you love him. I know you don't like me that way as well. But I'm not giving up just like how you're not giving up on him. Are you noticing a pattern here? Cause I am." he said angrily but I didn't take my eyes off the screen "I will make you like me, Min Yoongi. Starting with helping you tonight." I was about to say something when he continued "I'll be downstairs if you need anything." With that, he left. The soft click of the door indicating that he was gone.