Destiny.

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It was 12:00. So now I just got out of school. I did my best in paying attention to the class, hopefully, it was art class. So it wasn't so hard for me to study. I always find my real self holding these paint brushes, letting them guide my hand to create a beautiful painting in the flat surface.

To be honest that's the only thing I do well, exept for singing. I just found out that as much as I have flaws, I have qualities. That I shouldn't only keep critisizing what I don't like about myself but accept them, and try to change them if possible,

To love them.

I didn't see Yoongi at class today, but I did in the hallways. I won't deny that I got a little nervous when our gazes met, since I remember very well his reaction when he found out that me and his friend are together. But in the same time, that means that there will be nothing between me and his boyfriend, right?

And that's what I thought when I met him in the hallways, bitting my lower lip. But for the first time, he smiled to me. A genuine smile, the one that means; let's stop this shit, now you're with my friend, and I can't ask for more.

I didn't smile back, like I said, I was nervous. So I just lowered my head and got out of the building, greeted by the cool wind. This change of season, from winter to spring, is very noticeable. People are not wearing these black thick jackets anymore, but thin colorful ones that probably match the cherry blossoms color.

Jimin's cheeks color.

Jimin, I always meet him when I get out of school, with a smile making my day and a warm hug warming me up. But today, he's not here, in front of my school, waiting for me and asking about how my class went.

He's surely busy.

After fighting between going to his school or going home, the growling of my stomach gave me the answer. So I started my way home hoping deep down I'd meet him there.

But I didn't.

"Jungkook-ah do you want to eat with us or in your room?" My mother asked, holding a plate with food in her hand. I sighed then got up from the couch, joining them in the table.

"Where is Jimin?" She asked again, placing the plates on the table and sitting in front of me. I took my phone another time to check if there were any calls I didn't hear of messages I didn't read from him.

But there weren't any.

"I think he has some plans." I took the fork and slid some noodles in my mouth, whining at its yummy taste. "Even tho he didn't talk about it."

"Jungkook." Minyuk, who kept silent for the whole time, whispered which made mother and I look at him. "I'm sorry for the other day."

He sighed and hesitantly put his hand on my shoulder. I bit my lower lip and slightly nodded, thinking if I should accept his apology or not. I know, I've also been rude to him, but he brought up my father, in a bad way. And that's not something a step dad should do.

"I thought I could also maintain a good family and act like a father to you and take care of both of you but when you didn't let me I got really mad and couldn't think anymore then-"

"It's okay." I interrupted him, making him give me an apologetic look. "I was selfish too, I tried my best to see you as a bad person, but I couldn't, and that's what made me furious. It's okay."