His eyes were glistening, a liquified representation of his regrets. He wanted to rip his heart out and scream at it. His tears started pooling in his eyes and ready to fall.
The freckled prince looked at the little prince with something unreadable, an emotion with no label and meddles with the heart beyond comprehension. The blue haired boy didn't know what he felt, compassion? Sadness? Anger? Confusion?
It was the first time the freckled prince felt something like this, it was a tug of war in his heart, like something was lifting it and the other side tries to drag it down.
He tries to be angry but he wanted to cry. He tries to scream at the prince but all that came out was a frail sob. He wanted to punch the prince but he just wanted was to kiss him.
Oh.
It took a second for his realization to sink in.
The first thought that came to mind was that he was such an idiot, a big one at that. He was so stupid and ignorant not to notice the small signs, like the way the boy looked at him with such adoration, how he would blush at the slightest form of flirting, how he was there for him always even with the distance of lightyears between them. He cringes internally, I'm so stupid, he told himself.
His second thought was that he felt guilty. He was so guilty of throwing unfiltered words out of his mouth with no knowledge of the situation. He was too caught up in other things to even realize that something bigger was right in front of him. He had almost lost the moon while counting the stars.
His third thought was that he was thankful. He was thankful that he realized what had caused all his troubled thoughts. He was thankful, relieved, that he had realized it on time. He wanted to thank any celestial beings that had threaded their fates together so painfully and beautifully.
His heart ached so much. The little prince, his little prince, his lips pursed and his face trying to keep up a firm poker face. He feels his heartstrings starting to break with every sob the prince tried hold back.
He took a step forward while the prince frozen in his place. He took another step, and another, and another, until he had the prince in a tight embrace.
Miraculously, the prince hugged back too.
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the little prince || myg + pjm
Fanfiction"you're a prince?" "i guess i am" // random drabbles about little prince jimin and freckled prince yoongi that has no plot whatsoever ('w｀)
