He stood there waiting, crushed between the sea of people, flooding the way, his sight and his ear as the loud noises bombarded him, the loud chatterings, laughters and gossips of everybody.

Jungkook have heard it all.

He stood in his feet, a huge smile plastered in his face as he roamed his eyes, waiting, looking for signs that he had arrived, a huge smile plastered on the older's face, waving his hand towards him, as jungkook have imagined it.

He smiled, recalling how magnificent his hyung's smile is, how breath-taking the way the older's lips curves into a smile, his eyes forming cresents as a small blush would always makw its way to Jungkook's cheeks, well that's how he had imagined himself everytime he sees the fluffly ball of sunshine he claims as his bestfriend.

His eyes travelled to the boquet in hid hands, it was professionally styled. Purple roses— it was his hyung's favorite flower, it signifies longing and love at first sight, but his hyung didn't need to know that.

Jungkook could feel his palms sweating as his heart starts to beat faster than its normal rate, he could feel the hard pounding his heart as he pursed his lips together, his grip tight on the flowers as he checked his smartphone for any messages, but felt a little disappointed when he found none, gently tapping his feet as he once again scanned the crowd, hoping that he'd get here faster