cynosure | p.jm

didn't

"eun ae, why are you back so late?"

i shoved past my brother, seokjin, and slumped against the couch. "went for a date."

"a date?" his voice pitched higher than I've ever heard from him in my entire life.

"with who?"

i hummed, wondering if i should break out into a happy dance or maintain my cool. "jimin."

he fell silent, then chuckled darkly. "which jimin?"

"park jimin. why? do you know him?"

"uh... yes.. no.. maybe.." he answered suspiciously. being undecisive was unlike him. he took the space beside me in the couch and patted my head. "maybe... maybe you could show me a.. picture?"

"ah, yes! i have a picture!" my grin broke out uncontrollably with the thought of jimin evident in my mind. switching on the camera excitedly like a puppy in love i was, i wanted to scream out every damn thing that is amazing about jimin's existence.
which honestly is his entire existence.

however when i clicked on the photo,

there was no one in the picture.