I think I'm in love. No, no. I can't be in love. 

But I definitely am. 

Min Yoongi paced around the room, panicked and conflicted. He ran a hand through his unruly hair, and avoided the image of him in the mirror as he walked by it. Just looking at the disheveled mess staring back at him would be enough to send him into yet another fit. 

He'd never been like this before-- so helpless and desperate for returned affections. He would do just about anything to get these feelings away from him. He wanted nothing to do with them. But alas, he was stuck.