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Seulgi, however, didn't reply. She was too lost in his eyes; his affectionate and loving gaze. Although his attention and his goals were set on getting her hands to heat up, she observed and studied his actions closely. That hidden feeling that would often bubble inside her returned, only stronger. Perhaps it took her too long to realize the obvious glint that appeared within the way he now looked back at her.

He, too, felt something in the significant moment that they were sharing.

But, the difference between her and him was that he had always known what that exact feeling was. That same nagging emotion would swallow him up at times; whenever she was around or at the mere glimpse of her smile, but he'd never act on it. It was something he was always familiar with, but he could never tell if she was. After he found out about her relationship with Jimin, he forced that feeling to perish and never return, but it wouldn't budge. To be safe, he ignored it for her and the sake of their longtime friendship.

It never seemed to work.

In the end, she was the reoccurring sunshine that'd begin all the greatest days in his life, never having the ability to set.

It'd be false to say that it didn't hurt him to see her with someone else. Ever since he was able to identify that those feelings towards his best friend did, in fact, reside within him, he'd remind himself that there'd be a day where he had to tell her--to show her. But, it was a revolving-door effect of fear, denial, and stress.

Though, that wasn't smart, because he knew that the avoidance would lead her elsewhere; to and with someone else.

He couldn't deal with that idea anymore. He didn't want to see her with anyone else, but him. They were growing much older, and if its not now, with this atmosphere that nuzzled around them, he figured he wouldn't have another chance to make his feelings known--to make this once-in-a-lifetime moment count.

But, how?

He breathed: "Seulgi?"

"Yeah?" Their eye-contact hadn't budged, and that glimmer of affection never faltered. It was steady, and reassuring to Taehyung, despite the growing fear inside him.

"Can I tell you something?"

She laughed a little at his adorability. "Of course, you can."

He inhaled a deep breath.

"Ever since I saw a single tear rolling down your face earlier, I vowed to myself that I'd do everything in my power to make you feel better. I was pissed about what Jimin did to you. Hell, you may have thought I was kidding, but if I saw him, I think I would've punched him." He scoffed out a laugh, sorting out his words. The nerves were getting to him; he could feel it in the pit of his stomach. "Knowing you all my life, and seeing how someone could make the decision to hurt you so easily, it didn't make sense how someone could have the audacity to break your heart, let alone cause you any sort of pain. You're too precious for this world, Seul. So, with that in mind, all I wanted was to make you happy today."

His heart was speaking, and it wasn't planning on stopping. He paused, avoiding any sliver of eye-contact. He stared at his hand still holding hers. It was do or die.

"You did make me happy," she searched for his eyes to meet hers, and once she succeeded, she smiled lovingly at him. "The happiest anyone could make me."

Was she being serious?

"But, that's the thing: I always want to make you happy." He wasn't going to stop there, but he needed to pause, once again. He felt like there was something lodged in his throat. He was in disbelief. Was he finally confessing to Seulgi? Maybe, he was, but one thing was for sure: he wasn't letting anything stop him. Licking his lips, he continued: "I look forward to spending hours upon hours with you, especially moments like these. I always want to see your smile or hear your laugh. I always want to go to exhibitions with you, and have an insight on your thoughts. I love seeing your drawings, and reminding you of how talented you are. I–"