He stood there waiting, crushed between the sea of people, flooding the way, his sight and his ear as the loud noises bombarded him, the loud chatterings, laughters and gossips of everybody.
Jungkook have heard it all.
He stood on his feet, a huge smile plastered on his face as he roamed his eyes, waiting, looking for signs that he had arrived, a huge smile plastered on the older's face, waving his hand towards him, as how jungkook have imagined it.
He smiled, recalling how magnificent his hyung's smile is, how breath-taking the way the older's lips curves into a smile, his eyes forming cresents as a small blush would always make its way to Jungkook's cheeks, well that's how he had imagined himself everytime he sees the fluffly ball of sunshine he claims as his bestfriend.
His eyes travelled to the bouquet in his hands, it was professionally styled. Purple roses— it was his hyung's favorite flower, it signifies longing and love at first sight, but his hyung didn't need to know that, does he?
Jungkook could feel his palms sweating as his heart starts to beat faster than its normal rate, he could feel the hard pounding of his heart as he pursed his lips together, his grip tight on the flowers as he checked his smartphone for any messages, but felt a little disappointed when he found none, gently tapping his feet as he once again scanned the crowd, hoping that he'd get here faster.
He hugged his coat tighter, the cold wind causing him to shiver.
The sky now turned into lilac as the sun sets, leaving such a wonderful sight for people to see, including Jungkook. But as he watch, he couldn't help but compare, how much more beautiful and stunning his hyung is, how he's much more interesting to watch other than this sunset.
He couldn't help but compare, as his patience is slowly getting thinner and thinner. But Jungkook had to be patient, he reminded himself. He needed to wait, because today is the day he had decided to confess, to tell the other how much he means to him and how utterly majestic he finds his hyung is.
So he waited and waited, glancing at his phone from time to time, not daring to move from where he stand as he once again scanned the crowd for any signs of orange, but once again, it only left him disappointed.
Jungkook stood firm, even when some people would casually bump into him, he stood on his ground. Because this was the exact place where he had told the older to meet him. So he stood on his place, stucked and unmoving, ignoring the slow droplets of water landing everywhere as he gripped on the boquet tighter.
"Maybe he got stucked in traffic," he mumbled, maintaining the huge grin on his lips. "Yeah, maybe just that."
But his thoughts says the opposite, shaking his head as he stared at the now empty streets, clothes slowly soaking as the heavy rain poured on to the city of seoul, people rushing to find some place to hide from the rain–all except for Jungkook, as he stood firmly on his ground, not minding the wierd stares from everybody.
He didn't care.
Jungkook waited, telling himself excuses on the older's behalf, his smile slowly faltering as he stared up the sky, only to find it empty, no stars to guide him and no moon to light him in the darkness.
The rain have now stopped, leaving the poor young boy soaked as he stood on the middle of the sidewalk. Jungkook could feel the cold, he could feel how his body trembled as he gripped on to the now ruined boquet in his hands, yet his cheeks remained oddly warm as he felt the stinging sensation of his eyes.
It was way pass his curfew and he's sure as hell he'd get a good nagging from his mother once he gets home, but he still waited.
He waited and waited,
But he never came.
