"Should I smile because you're my friend or cry because that's all you'll ever be?" (I crei ;()

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"What the did you just say?" This silence fills the tense air. Hoseok avoids my gaze, I really didn't understand. I furrows my eyebrows and have this urge to just be angry and scream my off. 

"You heard me. Listen, you and me are no different," he stares at me this time. "We both want them as our own".

"Suga  . . .he . . .he can't do that to me," I ttrusted him. I trusted Yoongi a lot. "He's my friend. He can't just like my boyfriend like this".

"Give him a break and let him be happy," Hoseok grits his teeth and slams his fist to the wall. "He didn't even do anything to you. What's wrong with liking someone who is taken? It's not like Jimin would end up with him anyway".

" . . . .bu---" "Jungkook, shut the up! Stop being paranoid about everything!!"

He finally snaps fully at me. Someone's who so happy and smiled everyday just snapped at me. Maybe . . . . .I do overreact to much. I couldn't help but my corner of my lips turn into a mocking smirk. I grin darkly, eyes dead. "I'm sorry for being me".

"Wait. No, I didn't mean it like that," Hoseok presses his lips together. "I seen it with my own eyes. Yoongi . . .".

"Yoongi . . .what?" I didn't want to hear it to be honest. Even if Jimin doesn't love me, it's all right because at the end of the day . . . .my time is up. 

"Even in a child's eyes, Yoongi is deeply in love with Jimin," Hoseok solemly looks down. "H-his eyes sprakling, that soft smile . . .". Hoseok's voice cracks a bit. He chokes back a sob. "Seeing the person I'm in love with someone else ing hurts".

"He never even showed a smile to me . . .," Hoseok whispers, tears slowly falling to his cheeks. "I'm not important to him . . . . .he doesn't even realize I was the one who's always there for him".

I kind of want to cry too, along with Hoseok. But, I kept quiet and just avoid his gaze. "You said you needed help? Right?" His eyes widen in shock by my reply. Hoseok deserves to be happy and I'm helping him for Yoongi. 

"You can become the light for Yoongi. You can make him happy," a smile spreads on my lips. " . . .. I know you can. I believe in you . . .".

"I knew you would help me out the most . . .," He ruffles my hair. "Teach me your ways to get out of this damn unrequited love". 

"I'm not that good at explaining things or giving out advice," I rub the nape of my neck shyly, giving him a soft smile. "So . . .how do ya . . .uhh . . .want to start to the plan?".

"You're so cute," he pinches my cheek as if he's like my older brother. I puff out my cheeks and pout at him. "Whoa. SO adorable! But not as as cute as Jimin".

"That's true," we both highfive one another, arching our eyebrows with a smirk. "Anyway . . . .Suga is a hard shell to break. . . he's like . . .a  . . .a . . . .".

He snaps his finger. "A turtle".

"Yes. A turtle. Like a very . . .very . . .lazy . . .enclosed old . . . .turtle," I begin to shape my hands to form a circle. "This is him in a swarm of darkness and hell". I then lift up my circle. "So wh