M̷Y̷ ̷N̷A̷M̷E̷ ̷I̷S̷ ̷B̷L̷U̷R̷R̷Y̷ ̷F̷A̷C̷E̷

𝐈𝐗.

Sitting down on the sofa, her eyes landed on a picture frame that was placed on the wooden coffee table. A small grin that Haru couldn't help stretched over her lips.

It was a picture that they had taken less than three years ago at a park in Daegu. Yoongi had brought her to his hometown so the both of them could give his foster parents a visit. Daegu wasn't grandiose nor was there something admirable about it, but it had a lot of nature and nice people. Haru relished how peaceful and small the place was.

'I still remember that day, one of the best days of my life.' Yoongi beamed as he walked up to his friend, dressed casually. Frankly, Haru loved when Yoongi wore simplistic grey hoodies with matching pants. She was also a sucker for his fluffy hair after coming right out of the shower; he was just way too cuddly-looking.

'Oh, God, I know that look,' he muttered after seeing Haru's doe eyes. 

Yoongi plopped down onto the sofa next to his friend and pulled her head onto his shoulder, allowing it to rest there. She nuzzled into his shoulder, her smile widening as she, for the nth time, realised how well Yoongi actually knew her. 'Lil' Meow Meow?'

Yoongi hummed, rolling his eyes at the nickname that he pretended to detest so much, yet that was one of his guilty pleasures. He lowkey was a soft man, but only for a few people like Haru, Haneul, Mrs Shim and his foster parents. Only those few beings could get that gentle smile out of him, only they could catch the frostiness leave his tired eyes, but only Haru could pull him into a hug ever so casually. 

And that hurt as fuck. He hated himself for it, but it was the truth. The truth he had buried deep within his chest. The one that he had tried to bury deep within his chest. Only Haru could wrap her arms around his neck whenever she desired. Only Haru could melt her hand with his. Only Haru could do everything without even once crossing him. It's just the way it is.

'Yes?' Yoongi finally answered, snapping out of his little short-lived reverie.

'Something happened yesterday,' she announced, 'you know that I like Jimin, right?' Yoongi's wide eyes landed hers instantly, but she remained calm. 'Yesterday those bastards of Hae-im, Mina and the rest approached me again, but before they could do anything, Jimin came. He helped me, he didn't judge me for crying like a baby...'

Haru's best friend's face softened at her words. He had no idea which sentiment to focus on because he was feeling so many of them all at once. The feeling of anger because Haru hand't told him anything up until that moment. The selfish feeling of disappointment because it wasn't him who helped her. Or the bit of felicity because someone else finally stood up for her too.

As nonsensical as it sounded, Yoongi was happy, angry and upset about what happened all at once. It was very hypocritical of him to want others to help Haru, and yet, be the only one to do so at the same time.

'Why are you telling me this only now?' was all that he had managed to blurt out.

Haru frowned, her hand sliding to his chest and resting there. 'Don't get upset, please,' Haru whispered, and what could Yoongi do? She was scary to Yoongi, she had the power to get him to agree with her on almost anything. Therefore, his personal, greedy sentiments were instantly thrown into the bin—exactly where they belonged.

She noticed the way his brows, once again, lost their intensity, allowing the wrinkles that had formed on his forehead to smooth out. 

'I am not.' Yoongi sighed, pulling her closer as he began stroking her hair. He must've really had something for caressing his best friend's hair because he did it very often. 'I am glad Jimin stood up for you. He must be a great guy, a great pick for you.' he gave her a small smile, some undefined sorrow hiding behind it.