Telling Jungkook was possibly the toughest thing I had to do in my life. Supposedly, it should be easy but somehow, I found myself feeling very heavy when I told him. He didn’t seem too excited over it either. I was thinking of other possible explanation of why he was so bitter about it, but none came to mind. To say that he disapproved Yoongi to be with me was impossible considering how he was close to him. I was lost. I couldn’t think of anything anymore, except how he became so hostile that night, when he wouldn’t even hold my hand anymore.

“You told him?” Yoongi asked.

We were on his bed in his dorm room. He knew how I liked to sneak into Jungkook’s room as did he towards me, so he said I should shift venues to his. This was my second visit. I laid on his shoulder while his right arm was around me and I played with it with my left hand. His head was on top of mine. I could hear his breathing and felt it against my scalp. This was my first time getting intimately close with Yoongi like this. Before this, it was only holding hands and looking at each other.

“Yeah, I did,” I answered briefly.

“Did he take it well?”

I shrugged. “I’m not sure. That time, I couldn’t read him.”

“That’s alright. Just give him time.”

I nodded.

“Are you actually okay with this?” He asked suddenly.

“Why the sudden curiosity? Of course I am.”

“Sometimes, you have that look in your eyes when you see Jungkook. It’s different.”

“You’ve been reading me, huh?” I joked.

“I’ve always been. Didn’t think it would turn out this way, eh?” He chuckled.

I looked at him and caressed his cheek. “I’m glad of what we are now. Don’t doubt that.”

“I won’t.” He grabbed my hand and kissed it, giving me the safest assurance.

With Yoongi, I could talk about almost anything with him as well. Perhaps that’s why I felt safe with him. I felt that I could relate to him and he understands me. After a long time, I’d finally able to love another romantically again.

“You know, I’d always pictured you with a beard,” I said as I caressed his face.

“Why a beard?”

“At least there is something about you that will define your manliness.”

“Excuse me?” He toppled me over and was hovering me, hands already on standby by my waist so he could tickle me, knowing it was my weakness. “Say that again?”

I was already laughing. “Okay, you’re already manly enough for me!”

“What, you think I look like a pixie?” He squeezed my waist and I laughed louder.

“Yoongi, don’t! I’m sorry, I d