Blueberry Muffins

02

I stared, bewildered at my best friend before bursting into laughter at how funny and quick-witted he could be.

"Where in your brain did that even come from, Tae?" I asked him fondly, reaching out towards him and making grabby hands, needing his touch as I hadn't seen him in a few hours.

"The dark room labelled 'The Many Sides of Park Jimin'," he answered, getting up and walking over to stand next to me as I sat in my spot. His hands fell onto my shoulders where he began to gently massage them.

"Are you trying to say I'm two-faced, you cheeky dongsaeng?" I asked, smiling playfully while leaning into his hands as they eased the tightness in my shoulders. He was good at giving massages, and also at recognising when I needed them.

"I'm saying, dear hyung," he began sassily, "You have approximately ten point three million faces, and every single one of them is entirely genuine and amazing." He ended with a softer voice, proving the sincerity of his words to me.

He could be cute when he wanted to be.

"Taehyungieeeee," I squealed quietly, tilting my head up to look at him and moving one of my hands to meet his at my shoulder.

"I know, I'm getting soft. I place all of the blame on you," He said, pretending to be annoyed and flicking my cheek. He could fake it all he wanted, but I knew he secretly liked when his adorable side would come out to play.

I spun around to flick his face back, but before I made contact he grabbed my wrist and soon, there was an all out wrestle war going on.

He always beat me and this time, it seemed, would be no different. Taehyung pushed me down onto my back so that I lay on the windowsill, his knee on my stomach to pin me down and his hands clamped onto my fervent arms to prevent me from breaking free.

"Do you surrender to me, weakling?" He asked, hovering over me and giving me his best 'intimidation face' that was nothing other than goofy.

"Never!" I exclaimed with a bright smile, giving one final push with all of my strength to try to push him off. "Damn, Tae, have you been working out? Since when are you this strong?" I asked, finding that he I was not going to win by using just my strength.

It was time for dirty tactics.

I managed to shake the brown-haired boy's grip off one of my arms and jabbed straight into his sides to tickle him, knowing his weakness. I knew I had defeated him when he gasped and recoiled backwards.

I seized my opportunity and quickly got up, pushing the younger down onto the window seat instead and leaping on top to sit on his stomach. I pinned his arms down for good measure, sitting smugly on the belly of my best friend as he pouted playfully.

I laughed at Taehyung's helpless face staring up at me, still looking confused as to how he had lost so quickly.

"The tables have turned, my friend!" I said, letting go of his arms to do a victory dance on top of him as he laughed at my stupid moves.

"That's best friend to you, hyung, and you may want to take a look below you," Tae smiled, feigning innocence as I wondered what he could be talking about.

I was still waving my fists around in the air and grinning when I glanced down at where he was motioning to with his head. What I saw immediately made my arms cease their movements and my mouth drop open in horror.

Blueberry was staring right at me.

His beautiful face had an amused smile on it as he watched me move my arms around in my stupid, goofy dance that made me look like an absolute nutcase. I dreaded to even think what was going through his mind at that moment. I was so embarrassed.

My eyes locked with Blueberry's, and it was as if he was challenging me to look away first. He had a playful expression on his angelic face and I was floored, unable to process how cheeky and gorgeous he looked like that. I had butterflies in my stomach just from looking at him.

It took a few seconds for me to realise what I was doing, but soon I was leaping off Tae faster than the speed of light and running as far away from the window as I possibly could. My mouth was still wide open as well as my eyes, which were bulging at the fact that I just made prolonged eye contact with god himself.

Meanwhile, Tae was pointing at me and laughing his obnoxious laugh while watching me from the same position on the window seat. I could have murdered him in that moment, but one thing was for certain: I was never going to show my face outside ever again.

Never.