In love with with my brother~.
**Jimin's POV**
"J-Jungkook." I couldn't look at his face, knowing I would see disgust looking back at me. Taehyung runs behind him, joining Hoseok and pulling him to walk the opposite way. "I know they probably forced you here-"
"They didn't." I wait to hear more but he stays silent.
I have to apologize now. Even if he doesn't care about anything I say, I need to get it off my chest. "I-I'm sorry for everything that I did to you, pretending to be a girl and playing with your feelings and the... um... kiss." I bite the inside of my cheek, cringing at the memory. He remains silent, so quiet I would have thought he left if my focus hadn't been on his shoes the whole time. It took all my courage to tilt my head upwards, seeing the tears fall from his face. He's crying? "Don't cry! I know you liked her and-" He sobs even more, the people walking around stare at us. "Stop crying please." I hate how much I hurt him. It rips my heart to shreds. "Jungk-" He wraps his arms around my waist, burying his nose into the crook of my neck.
"Stop apologizing. I should be the one saying sorry." The fast paced drum of my heartbeat rings in my ears, disbelief washing over me. "I didn't mean the things I said, I just wanted to hurt you. But now I wanna take it all back, keep you from crying, keep me from feeling empty because all I said were lies."
"You didn't mean any of it?" My voice was barely above a whisper.
"None of it." Even when he said he would never like me like that? "I'm sorry for rejecting you and calling you trash." His cries wet my shoulder but I didn't care anymore. Even though it made me colder it no longer mattered since he was right here in my arms.
"I-It's fine. I deserved it-"
"No you don't!" He pulls away from the hug, fresh tears falling confidently. "You don't deserve any heartache I put you through. I'm so sorry Jimin... Forgive me?" He bites his lip, his thumb caresses the side of my cheek.
This whole time I was wondering how I was going to apologize to him... And now here he is, begging for forgiveness. "Of course I do Jungkook, I l-" I had to hold back. He might feel bad for everything but that doesn't mean he likes me back. His confusion arises when I stop mid sentence but I choose to ignore it. "Let's look at the lights." I say instead, not wanting to waste the $3 I paid to get in here.
He nods, smiling a big bunny smile as he walks beside me. "I really like the lights here, I was glad Hoseok called."
"Hoseok called you?" I yell, everyone turns to look at me.
"Yeah... He said you wanted me here... I thought..." His hand goes to scratch the back of his head, embarrassment shining through.
"Well no. But I'm happy you came." It felt like the first real smile I had in a while, all my feeling put into it. "I missed you." I couldn't stop the words from coming out but I didn't care anymore. It was how I felt and I want to say everything I feel now. Shocked, he stands still, blushing.
"I missed you too." He reaches out, pulling one of my hands into his jacket pocket. "...So your fingers don't fall off." Our hands were interlaced, out of public view. The gesture warmed my heart, the weather outside seemed less and less spiteful. We walked around enjoying the lights and different sized decorations, Tae and Hobi catch up to us a little while later.
"So you two made up?" Taehyung asks, arm interlocked with Hoseok's. He eyes our hidden, joined hands but doesn't say anything.
"Yeah." Jungkook grips tighter, his thumb rubbing the back of my hand. "We did." His eyes meet mine, the shine still there even though he wasn't crying.
"Good. So when's the wedding?" Hoseok covers Tae's mouth and I pull my hand away from Jungkook's, too flustered to even deny anything.
"W-We aren't dating." Jungkook answers for me, looking away.
"Aww why no-" Hoseok interrupts Tae a second time with a light kiss on his lips.
"I think it's time we go. Right Tae?"
He nods, hopping onto Hoseok's back. "Don't forget to tell him Jungkook! Bye!" Taehyung waves as Hobi carries him down the hill.
"Tell me what?" Jungkook displayed no indication of approval at what he said, angry that Taehyung said anything at all. But they were too far away to hash them out.
**Jungkook's POV**
"Tell me what Jungkook?" His small figure stands before me, the tip of his nose slightly red from the weather. I wish I could think of a response but all I could concentrate on was the little lip bite he does where he makes his thick lips smaller. Like he usually does in conversations.
"N-Nothing. He's crazy."
"Oh." He now looked disappointed, a secret hidden on his lips. I don't want him to be upset anymore... What did he expect me to say?
He looked awkward now, his hands fumbled with the fabric on his scarf. My eyes wander, tracing his palms all the way to his fingertips. I want to hold his hands again and never let them go, would he let me? My thoughts travel back to our fight. I can still feel his lips on mine. I can't stop staring, even when he notices, blushing. "S-So what do you wanna do now?"
He chuckles at my stutter, tension visibly leaving his body. "You're cute Jungkook-ah." My body heats up, the blush on my face deepens. Does he know what he's saying?
"Thank you." I mutter, walking towards the exit of the lights.
"Can we stay here a little longer?" He calls out from behind me. Stopping in my tracks, I turn around.
"You don't wanna get some hot chocolate or something?" It really was fucking freezing. He shifts his weight, looking down at the ground.
"I-I wanted to talk about something with you... Just so we can get it out of the way." He bites his lip, eyes squeezed shut before he breathes out. "T-The kiss..." We were both as red as tomatoes and it had nothing to do with the cold. "You can just forget about it. I-I like you Jungkook and I thought you felt the same but... I'm fine with being frie-"
I cut him off with my lips pressed on his. He talks too much. My hands slip behind his waist again, pulling him in. His hands hesitate for a second before meeting behind my neck. "How could you possibly think I don't feel the same?" His smile widens, leaning in for a second kiss.
Time didn't move around us, people's gasps at two guys kissing were barely audible, they weren't that important anyways. I did hear a picture being taken, somewhere near my right. When I open my eyes, pulling away, I see a goofy Taehyung with a camera. "You guys look so cute!"
"Taehyung!" He sprints and I follow him, past the visitors, past the exit, until I tackle him to the ground.
"Hey! Don't be all sensitive, you should be grateful I took a picture of that!"
I just shake my head, snatching the camera. "Why should I?"
"Cause it's your first kiss together!" He grins, looking proud. "I wish someone took a picture of Hobi and I's first kiss..."
"It's definitely not our first together." And it won't be our last.
"Whatever. Keep it or don't. I try to do something nice for my friend and look what it gets me, dirty knees and a scratched camera." Instead of responding, I look through his photos. A couple were blurry pictures he accidentally took while running but eventually I found mine. Our kiss. "You're not going to cry are you?" Taehyung muses, standing up.
"No." I did sound a little choked up but I couldn't help it. Jimin looked beautiful.
It was then I knew, I couldn't imagine my life without him, my beautiful angel. "Thank you Taehyung." He smiles, pulling me up.
"You owe me."
"Yeah yeah."
Jimin and Hoseok were talking when we met up at the exit, deciding that we would all go out to eat. "Did the picture really look that bad?" He whispers in my ear, doubt staining his face.
My hand slips in his, holding it out for everyone to see. "Hideous." I joke but he takes it seriously, his mood dampens. "I'm kidding Jimin! You could never look bad in a picture! So photogenic my cute little boyfriend is." My words slip out without thought, my free hand pinches his chubby cheek.
"Boyfriend?" Jimin's eyebrow raises, his smirk widening along with my eyes.
"I mean-"
"Boyfriend." He tests out the word, liking the way it sounds. "You're so cute, my little boyfriend." He rubs the top of my head, scrunching up his nose. "Let's go get that hot chocolate."
I don't like this chapter. I think I might change it.