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(A/N: This for Yoongi and Taehyung's convo, and this is for Jungkook and Jimin's convo. Enjoy~)

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It has been a week.

Since the stars blinked veiling the sky accompanying chilled darkness's sun that night.

Since the unseen snow sheathering the green rocks, melted under the warmth of daylight, after that night.

Since the fate played, consequenting to a desired destiny, after that night's affinity.

Since Taehyung's lips sent sparkles of butterflies in Jungkook that night, no sin but under literal sanity.

Undesired yet somehow wanted!

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Morning glory glorifying the monday morning, taking Jimin and Jungkook onto their daily tracks to school, no rush but a hush in between, both of them diving in their own world of memory, contemplating whether to exchange with the other or just leave as it is.

Let it go, they have been the bestest friends ever to let go of a word without exchanging. May be it was about the day Jungkook stole Jimin's jam, which resulted to a crying Jimin in his mother's arm, not knowing about it being his best friend's doing until the latter himself let him know, apologizing, with a heavy pool of tear overflowing.

Or the day Jimin broke Jungkook's favourite colour box, unknowingly yet so immersed in his dancing from the song playing on the T.V.. Afterwards the younger turning into a crying mess unknown of the culprit, until the elder handed him a new box filled with colours, by his own pocket money promising to look around for things kept on, from that day on, before getting lost into dancing.

They both laughed along, cried along, shared their days and nights together, sharing their individual part of heartbreaking stories with melancholic memories, yet nostalgic those symphonies of happy and gloomy days at time they didn't know how future could be.

Other emotions apart, 'Love' was the term stucked in both of their minds, if that's what they say when feeling the heartstrings being pulled into an odd yet satisfying chorus of melody, swirling all those butterflies in the belly accompanied with nervousness at the tip of every hair standing at the tingling sensation on the skins, just when a certain someone being around for any amount of time.

Walking down the street, still not a single word spoken to the other, only with the sound of cool breeze dancing with the fallen yellow leaves, they reached the old, brownish, rusty gate of their school, viewing it open wide.

But then the view of certain someone; or two, halted their beings, static.

Taehyung, or say, V for Jungkook and Yoongi for Jimin.

The uneasiness bid in both of their eyes at the same moment, same stage, same time and yet could be said for the same definite reason, did not go unnoticed by the other. Still unspoken, emotions excanged via eyes, both Jimin and Jungkook knew, they have an eternity for the other to listen. Hence reaching into an absolute decision, both of them walked inside entering to the school field, but not to their respective classes, rather to the silent basement, knowing they need to talk and listen to the other their heart out, not wanting any third interference within.

But unknown to them, already two pair of eyes had been fixated on them, to their doings.

Not anyone but Yoongi and Taehyung, as they termed each other, had been waiting for their respective 'important someone's' way, since morning. But not any secret anymore, when Yoongi caught Jimin staring at him, Jungkook beside him at Taehyung; applying the total opposite symmetric from Jungkook to Jimin to Yoongi action of Taehyung, afterwards both the younger boys flying out of their sights, to a certain somewhere, in a sync, both of the elder boys knew, they need to talk to the other urgently, regarding it.