yoongi's fist clenched.

we've been talking for awhile and he was plain pissed off right now.

"so fucking tell taehyung to stop!"

"no."

he grabbed me by my shirt.

"you love jungkook, don't lose him because you decided to give up on trying!"

"it's not that easy-"

"jimin, giving up on someone you love will be the biggest regret of your life; trust me."

i froze at his words.

"look-" yoongi sighed, letting go of his grip.

"-i may not be in love with you anymore, but it hurts to see you move on with your life as if i was never even apart of it. if you give up on jungkook you're going to regret it more than anything in this world. it's been years jimin but it still kills me."

it's ironic how he thinks it no longer hurts me.

he was still affected by our past.

he was still suffering from his previous decisions.

i guess we weren't as different as i thought.

"he likes me, yoongi, he loves taehyung. even if he doesn't know it now, he loves him. it's obvious."

"that doesn't mean you can just give jungkook to him!"

"yoongi." his eyes softened.

he knows exactly how i feel.

i know that now.

"i need to do this for him and maybe along the way of losing everything again i can finally find myself; maybe i can be happy again." he scoffed.

"you're not alone asshole, you have me this time. i'll try my best to be helpful on your journey of finding yourself."

a smile took over my lips.

this was the first time we've had this kind of connection.

we've had everything from pain, to lust, to full on love, and yet we've always missed one thing.

we never had friendship.

we were simply strangers who blindly fell in love.

maybe that's why we never worked out.