A/N A short chapter on how Yoongi feels about his best friend, Jungkook 

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I can see him in the distance, through my blurry glasses, his long legs taking him closer to me with every step. The white school shirt sits like a sack on his skinny torso. He hasn’t seen me yet, still occupied with his phone, and the earphones placed in his ears. I wonder if he's listening to one of the songs I wrote for him. Not that he's know they're for him, he just thinks I have a crush on someone.

When he lifts his head up I smile, a wide excited grin he's familiar with, and this time it's not fake at all.

'Kookie!' I exclaim as I run towards him with my arms outstretched. For a second I'm worried he'll reject me, try to keep up his bad boyimage and lock me out of his arms as he does sometimes. I always laugh it off but it never hurts any less. The risk is worth it though.  Six weeks is much too long.

 He smiles and laughs,