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It was quiet for a while, Yoongi's head was hung low, playing on Jimin's smol hand.

"Hyung." Jimin called again, this time Yoongi raised his head only to be met with Jimin's teary eyes, he panicked, not knowing what to do.

Did I made him cry? Oh my fucking go-

"What are w-we?" This time, Jimin's tears slide from his eyes down to his cheeks that soon fell to the floor.

" J-jimin, what do you mean?" Yoongi asked, his heartbeat wasn't helping him, he think he could faint.

"You know damn well what I'm trying to say, we can't just k-kiss around and make out anytime and anywhere and just call ourselves friends. F-friends never do that." Jimin replied.

"You were the one who put us in this state in the first place, you led me on, I was returning the favor." Yoongi defended.

"You already know I can't control you." Jimin rolled his eyes.

"Jimin, when did you start thinking about this?".

"I've been thinking this since our first kiss, Yoongi, now answer me! What a-are we?" Jimin sobbed, voice going softer every word.

"Jimin, I- I don't know about this, I never thought anything about this." Yoongi replied.

Fuck, I like him, why don't I know the answer.

Jimin hummed as he pulled his hands away from Yoongi's harshly, moving past Yoongi as he left.

I messed up, didn't I?