"so?"

"you're a piece of shit, but i love you, so yes."

i nodded staring at his eyes.

they were such a lovely color.

his face was perfect.

i always had found him attractive, but i figured someone like him never would have liked me when we were younger.

i used to think he liked taehyung.

some days i actually cried because of how close they were.

i flirted and flirted with the boy, but he never caught on.

he was the reason i started singing.

his voice was so beautiful.

mine was alright, but not like his.

i practiced and practiced and one day during music class, he complimented my vocal range.

it was what i thought was the turning point of our friendship.

we started singing together and i was so happy.

we harmonized so well.

he started choosing me as his duet partner ever chance he got and i was grateful.

i admired him so much.

he was the reason i started questioning my sexuality.

we were fucking nine,

i didn't even know what the word meant.

i barely even knew what girls were,

but i knew none of them made me feel like jungkook did.

i was never in love with him when i was younger,

but he was my inspiration.

he was my aspiration.

and now nine years later,

he was in love with me and i was apparently his aspiration.

how ironic.

but maybe it was meant to be.

either way,

it's worth a shot.