~• his smile •~ | myg x pjm

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*Yoongi's POV*

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What the hell?

Why is he taking my Jimin?!

I clenched my fists and bit my tongue as they drove off. I wanted to go out there and confront them, but my fucked up anxiety held me in my seat.

"Where are they going?" Hoseok asked, looking at me. I probably had steam coming out of my ears due to the fact I was so pissed off.

"I don't know." I deadpanned. I got up and stormed out of the diner, throwing the napkin in my pocket on the ground. I opened my car door and got in, slamming it behind me. I started up the engine and left.

Why can't I grow a pair and tell him?

Tell him these feelings I've kept for years.

Tell him how his eyes shine in the sunlight.

Tell him how his hair falls ever so perfectly below his eyebrows.

Tell him how his little dimple on his cheek when he smiles is one of my favorite things about him.

Tell him how I am madly in love with him.

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For the rest of the night, I drove. I drove and drove. I probably needed to fill my tank up but didn't.

My phone lit up in the passenger seat with the name "Taehyungie" across the screen.

I answered and put the phone to my ear.

"What. Tae." I asked anger in my voice.

"Woah, calm your titties boy. Why did you storm off earlier?" He asked.

I groaned, "None of your damn business."

"Well, you're my friend so yes. It IS my business." He said, with a 'hmph'

I rolled my eyes and focused on driving and not crashing.

Maybe if I tell Tae, I could get it off my chest and stop repressing it.

Maybe I could practice telling Jimin...

"Hey, uh, T-taehyung?" I hesitated. But what if talking makes it worse?

What if this is all just a bad idea and I should keep these feelings to myself?

"Yeah, hyung?" He asked me.

"Can I come over? I need to talk to you." I blurted out. Why is my anxiety so bad?

"Yeah! Of course! What's wrong?" He sounded concerned.

"I'll explain when I get there." I said, hanging up. I sped up and got to Taehyung's house. I walked right in and opened the door to his bedroom.

"Hey! I could've had my dick out!" Taehyung exclaimed, throwing a pillow over his crotch. He had on a white t-shirt and basketball shorts. I threw my phone on his bed and lied back.

"What am I going to to?" I breathed out. I stared up at his ceiling which had glow-in-the-dark stars on it.

Jimin's eyes are like stars.

"What's up, bro?" He said, in English. I rolled my eyes and took a deep breath in and out. We've been friends since freshman year. He had gotten his jacket sleeve stuck in a locker and I had helped him get free.

Panic started washing over me. I closed my eyes and counted to 10. I took another deep breath in and let it out.

Here goes nothing.

"I'm in love with Jimin." I said, my eyes on the stars. I counted 5 breaths before looking over at him. He stared at me like I had said something stupid.

"Yeah, and water is wet, the sky is blue and bears shit in the woods." He finally answered, still staring at me like I was dumb.

Wait he knew?

"How did you know?" I was confused as fuck. Am I that obvious?

"Boy," Taehyung clapped his hands together, "you and Jimin are the most OBVIOUS people on this damn planet! You act like the rest of us don't see your subtle thigh grips, cheeky ass grabbing, how you run your hands through Jimin's hair from time to time. I swear, Min Yoongi."

"Are you finished?" I asked, annoyance in my tone. He rolled his eyes and threw a small pillow at me.

"Is that your problem? That you're in love with Jimin?" He asked, his voice calm.

"Yes and no. I love him, I've finally come to the conclusion on that. The thing is, how do I tell him?" I pleaded. I sat back up and ran my hands through my hair, feeling helpless.

"Listen, you aren't gonna get him being the introvert you are. You have to let him know. Subtle movements and actions aren't gonna let anyone know you love them. You have to speak up. Tell him exactly how you feel about him." He explained, his hand resting under his chin.

He's right. I do these things to let Jimin know I do love him, but it doesn't seem to work.

"You're right. I love everything about him. His eyes, his beautiful smile, how his eyes squint when he laughs, how caring he is of everyone and everything,  and more." I gasped out, lying back down on his bed.

"Then tell him that! If you really and truly do love him, you'll go to great lengths for him. You'll make him feel like the king of the world," he grabbed my face and looked me dead in the eyes.

"You'll tell him you love him."

He let go of my face and leaned against the headboard.

He's right. I need to get these feelings out and tell him....

I'm gonna do it.

"I'm gonna do it." I said, standing up and grabbing my phone.

"YES THAT'S MY BOY!" He screamed, clapping his hands. I smiled and looked back up at the stars. I can do this.

"Oh, another thing. Who was that guy that took Jimin in his car?" He questioned.

"Minseok." I said through clenched teeth. "Where would he be?"

Taehyung thought for a moment, "Check Jimin's house. There's a good chance he'll be there.

I smiled and gave Tae a half hug. "Thank you, you're such a great friend, what would I do without you?"

"Probably still be in this situation, having all your feelings mixed up and miserable." He smiled. I rolled my eyes and walked out of his room, the house and got in my car.

I'm finally gonna do this.

I drove to Jimin's house with a panic attack on the horizon. The Seoul lights guided my way through the streets and roads.

I pulled up in front of Jimin's house and saw Minseok's car in the driveway. 

He's still here?

I looked in the windows and saw Jimin and Minseok.

Together.

Their bodies were so close it made one.

This isn't right.

I leaned in and the scene before me broke everything about me.

They were kissing.

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