~• his smile •~ | myg x pjm

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*Yoongi's POV*
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Uninterested.

Uninterested is one of the many thoughts I had while looking at the woman in front of me. You could tell she was trying way too hard. She repeatedly glanced over to me, winking when she could. The waitress stood beside me taking our orders and she just would not stop basically eye raping me. I was getting uncomfortable.

But I had to keep the act up.

All these girls I tell Jimin about, was a blatant lie. I never have and never will like girls. I just don't find them attractive.

Yes, they're pretty and all, but I cannot see myself being with one.

Jimin is the only person I have eyes on. It wasn't until a few months ago when I really started developing feelings to him. Ever since Sehun broke his heart, I had grown more attracted to Jimin.

It's as if every little feature he had, had shone brighter than ever.

How his hair fell ever so slightly above his long eyelashes.

How his eyes would squint almost shut when he smiled.

How his cheeks would flush a bright reddish-pink when you stared too long in his eyes.

Jimin was art. He was my art. My art I wish I could wake up to every morning and kiss when I felt like it. It hurt like hell not being able to hold him as tight as I could during his panic attacks and after the pain he received almost daily.

Why I haven't yet confessed yet, I'll never know. It's fear.

Fear of him not feeling the same way.

I miss him, but he's right beside me.

"And what for you handsome?" The waitress asked, pushing her hair behind her ear and looking at me

God, I really am not in the mood for this tonight.

"I think I'll have your number." I winked at her. She beamed, quickly writing her number on a napkin and handing it to me. I mindlessly stuffed it in my pocket.

She pointed to Jimin, "And what for him?", she asked. I looked at him and he looked on the verge of tears.

What's wrong, my baby?

His earbuds were on full blast so I shook his thigh. He didn't answer.

I yanked one out and he craned his neck at me, obviously pissed.

"Jiminie, what do you want to eat?" I asked, my hand still on his thigh. He looked as if he was going to burst into tears any moment.

"Uh, w-whatever you're h-having." He said, his voice quivering. "Can I be excused?"

I hesitated at first but got up out of the booth and let him out. He immediately ran outside and to the side of the building.

"Is he okay?", Taehyung asked, worry stretched across his face.

I wondered what happened. What set him off. I wanted to go out there and hold him, but.... I couldn't. Something was holding me down.