Capture//Jikook

02.

POV 2

I saw him again today, the same attire, that camera hung around his neck and the same caramel scarf lazily draped around his loose neck shirt.

He looked sad again, the miserable type of sadness that I was once so found and familiar to.

It's so hard to see through him, and many people don't even get as far as I did. His dove shaped eyes hold more than just beauty, a hidden gem of panging pain inside. You can tell by the way he looks around nervously, his sharp jaw turning to different corners as he clicks different picture of different things, that he has no idea of his beauty. Of how every feature on his face is so carefully detailed and so polished in a way that god had decided was perfect.

He was perfect.

But you could see that he didn't know that, he instead decided to project on his flaws like he always has.

I smiled at him almost awkwardly as he passed by walking out as the bell jingled,

And like always he didn't smile or give any reaction just glanced at me and passed by. To anyone that would have been cold but I knew he didn't mean to be rude.

And I acknowledged it.

Watching him take even more pictures and watch the world outside for a while made me wonder if he was actually always like this. If he always took photos, or if something had inspired or maybe even forced him to take pictures.

He smoked a cigar light puffs of smoke escaping his plump and soft lips. And every breathe seemed so breathy, like he was breathing but his lungs were still collapsing, under need of air, or more over

Fresh air.

I noticed he hasn't paid for his coffee, so I decide to do it, and leave a small tip on the counter.

That's when hoseok comes in looking stunning as ever. He always has looked stunning. His sunshine smile and his beautiful bright eyes and his skin the way it glowed under the sun, makes you think he's glowing like the biggest star.

The sun.

But Hoseok wasn't always this way, under his beauty lay something he couldn't control, something he couldn't help.

And when they say the sun doesn't sleep.

They're right.

Hoseok had schizophrenia.

He waves a small hello to me and asks me to come over and sit with him,

And I know Hoseok-Hyung won't take no for an answer. He never has.

So, I walk over to him as I order 2 more coffees for me and him.

"what's up Hyung?"

"nothing jimine, I just decided to stop by and grab some coffee for me and yoongi-hyung"

Yoongi.

Min Yoongi.

The pale boy from high school everyone was so very afraid of. The Min Yoongi that was drunk through half of the classes. No one knew his soft side, the gentle Min Yoongi that only the seven of us saw. The one that cares and takes notice, the one that listen. Yoongi-hyung was so beautiful in his own way, his eyes were like the prettiest thing you've ever seen, so beautifully shaped it was unbelievable, so gentle and they seemed to twinkle when he talked or saw things he loved.

When he saw Hoseok-Hyung.

And he was there for hoseok-Hyung when he couldn't sleep at late nights, when he remained wide awake, and cried in hopes of sleep, in hopes of dreaming again.

And Yoongi-hyung cut drinking and focused on Hoseokie-hyung more, constantly taking care of him and telling him everything would be ok.

That that night Hoseok-Hyung slept for the first time.

"Jimin? Are you okay?"

"yeah sorry just lost in thought" I bluntly replied.

"ok, well coffees getting cold, I'll be heading back now, take care Jiminie"

"You too Hyung"

And with another smile he left, paying for the coffee.

I hope he realizes the love Yoongi Hyung has for him.

And as if on que you walk in, and I pretend not to see as I exit through the back door, seeing you scan your bill as you stare after me,

I walk right out, in the cold city as I breathe and head back to my apartment.

"Why won't you let me love you, Jungkook?"