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Sweet Caroline

Jimin-
Taehyung skips towards me. He pulls out my earbud. "Guess what?!"
"What?" I ask sarcastically.
"Hoseok asked me on another date!" Taehyung grins.
I smile. I'm happy for him. I'm glad he can distract himself with something as silly as a boy. I'm sure it's relieve his stress more. "That's great Taehyung," I say. I think relationships are silly since most married couples aren't happy, or get divorced. "Tonight?"
He nods. "I think he's going to ask me out soon. I'm nervous. I've never been good at relationships," he says. He holds onto my forearm tightly.
"Just be yourself, just less slutty. I figure if you just only have sec with him it'll be fine," I say. I can tell Taehyung does like our senior. The senior does like him as well. What person asks a stranger for dating advice on his best friend? Apparently Hoseok. "He really likes you."
Take bites his lip. "You're right. I can do that. I should go. He says he'll pick me up after he takes a smoke." He leaves quickly to the front of the building. I hope everything goes well.
I plug my earbuds back in and press play on my phone. Neil Diamonds sweet voice fills my eyes. I swing my bag over my shoulder and start walking home. I don't live far from the school so I've been walking there my whole high school carrier. Taehyung lives across the street, then next to him is our other friend Jin. We hardly see him since he's so busy with college nowadays.
When I get home, I turn my music up louder. I try my best to avoid my parents, for they are fighting again. I go straight to my room. I put a tape in my cassette player. It's a mix of Neil Diamonds and The Turtles songs. Happy Together is the first song. I sit on my bed and sigh. Most of the songs in the sixties are either about love, breakup, or something of the mix.
Even though I love the sixties music, the meaning of the songs are pretty idiotic. Girls only sing about their man, and the men sings about losing their girl. That's the general gist of the music. At least the late sixties had some about more important things, especially from The Beatles.
My phone dings. I grab it and smile.
Lejindary:
Wanna come over?

I have pizza~

Me:
Of course.
Be over once I reset my tape ✌️

Lejindary:
🙄

I put my phone down and eject the tape. I reset it and put it in the case, then back on the shelf. I grab my school bag since I have homework, and I don't want to have to do it Sunday. I scurry down the steps. I shout a 'I'll probably be back' to my parents. Getting nothing in reply. I walk across to Jin's house. I let myself in
"Hey mom," I say to Mrs. Kim.
"Hi sweetie. How was your week?" Mrs. Kim asks.
"It's good. I got more college letters."
"That's great! Just don't go too far!" I smile and nod. I go down stairs where Jin's room is. Well, the basement is his room.
"Hey, what do you want to listen to?" Jin asks, as I come down the stairs. He's standing at his speaker.
"Connect my phone. I have a lot better music than you," I say. I hand him my phone. He uses his thumb print to unlock it. He scrolls through my playlists before choosing girl groups. Jin has always like sixties girl singers better than boys. I try to have an equal amount of both since I enjoy them the same.
I sit on the end of Jin's bed and sigh.
"What?"
"I'm worried," I say bluntly.
Jin looks at me. Confusion covers his face. "About what?"
"Taehyung. I think he actually likes that Hoseok guy," I say.
Jin snorts. "And why is that a bad thing? Shouldn't you be happy that your best friend has found someone?"
"I should, but I can't. I don't want him to get heart broken. You and I both know what happens to relationships. We've watched it happen," I say.
Jin sits next to me. "Jimin, you are paranoid. Of course we only know the bad relationships, my parents are divorced and yours are close to it. But Taehyung's parents are happy. And if they fight, Taehyung never sees it. They don't let him see the hard time in hope for him to have the same relationships like they do."
"They're just getting his hopes up," I mumble.
"Nuh uh," Jin says. He grabs my face with his large hand. "Just because you don't believe in love doesn't mean he can't. Don't ruin this with your negativity, Jimin."
"Fwine," I say with my face still being held. He lets go. "But I'm allowed to be worried right?"
Jin chuckles. "Even if I said no, you would still." He lays back. "You gotta be more chill. Otherwise your worrying is going to lead to terrible things."
I roll my eyes. "Yeah right."