LOST BOY.

|eleven

i watched the two boys play again.

they really seemed to fit each other.

jungkook was usually serious with me, when he was with taehyung it was like everything was a game.

they playfully hit each other making him grin.

i was always weak for that precious smile.

it was just so beautifully rare.

yet, taehyung never failed to make it appear.

they're cute.

i don't know if it was because of the medication or what, but the look on jungkook's face when taehyung did something made me genuinely happy.

but it was a bittersweet view.

somewhere deep inside it hurt like hell, but he just looked so happy with him.

being in love is living for that person's smile and laughter and doing everything possible to make those things and feeling last as long as possible no matter what.

even if i wasn't the reason for his joy, it's okay.

because his happiness is what matters.

"jiminie."

i was snapped out of my thoughts.

"do you want to go to bed now?" jungkook held my hand motioning to our room.

my eyes shifted to taehyung looking at us from the sofa.

i thought about it for a second.

"i'm going to go on a walk for a little bit."

he gave me a strange look, not letting go of my hand.

"a walk?"

"yeah, why don't you keep taehyung company until i get back?"

he nodded with a smile.

tae smiled and jumped on his back.

"prepare yourself to get beat up, jungkookie!"

jungkook laughed, falling to the ground as he tickled him.

i shut the door and left to the street.

i hope you can be happy like this jungkook.