Kibum pursed his lips.

It was almost ridiculous to be distasteful with the situation at hand; his boyfriend’s arm was slung over his shoulder as his nose was buried in a book, while he himself got to sketch and observe the nature and people around him. He knew that most people would kill to be in his place right now.

And yet…

He couldn’t help but let his eyes wander over to Jonghyun and Jinki. They were practically glowing as they paraded around the park, laughing and listening to each other intently.

Kibum glanced back at Minho, who was still oblivious as ever. He was thankful for him of course; he wouldn’t trade him for anything in the entire world. Yet every time he caught a glimpse of Jonghyun and Jinki in each other’s arms, or looking at each other through through batted eyelashes, he’d get a gnawing feeling in his stomach.

“You doing okay?” Minho finally looked up from his book, drumming his fingers on Kibum’s arm. He looked earnest behind his round glasses, and Kibum almost forgot what he’d been thinking about.

The elder nodded his head quickly, scratching his nose. “I’m doing great.”

Minho smirked, “It’s because I’m with you, right? I’m your real outlet for inspiration.”

Kibum rolled his eyes, brushing Minho’s hand off his shoulder, “Don’t push it.”

Minho snorted and adjusted his glasses, returning to his book. Kibum sat back into the bench, going back to his people watching.

Jonghyun and Jinki were in his peripheral yet again- this time Jinki had his hand firmly placed on Jonghyun’s waist, while Jonghyun was preoccupied with something edible in his hands. Probably a treat Jinki got him, Kibum regarded, sighing.

“Hey Minho,” Kibum tugged softly on his boyfriend’s jacket, getting an idea, “Why don’t we go share an ice cream cone?”

The younger bit his lip, “I don’t know… weren’t you saying you were gonna try out that new diet program? I doubt ice cream is on the menu.” he chuckled.

Another eyeroll. “Ming-”

“You should stick to your goals, Bum,” Minho cocked an eyebrow, “Believe it or not, it pays off in the end.”

“All I wanted was ice cream.” Kibum huffed and slouched, closing his sketchbook. He doubted Jinki would hesitate if Jonghyun ever asked to share some ice cream, and he’d probably never even think of reminding him of diets.

Kibum couldn’t help but feel that what Jonghyun and Jinki had was perfect- all he wanted was to reach out and snatch that bit of feeling for himself and Minho. He wanted that type of fairytale romance; the one you see in the movies sometimes. A romance like Jonghyun and Jinki’s.

A breeze blew through the park, sending chills up Kibum’s spine. He clung to his boyfriend’s jacket, pouting.

“Ah, Ming, it’s so cold out!” he moaned into Minho’s shoulder, “Can I borrow your jacket?”

Minho frowned, not even looking up from the novel in his hands, “You should’ve brought your own, Bum- I told you that it was gonna be chilly out today.”

The elder scoffed, dropping the denim jacket from his hands. “But I’m cold, Ming! Isn’t this what boyfriends do?”

“Boyfriends aren’t required to act like moms, Kibum.”

“Ah, there you two are!”

Jonghyun and Jinki now stood in front of the other couple, looking as elated as ever. Jinki’s grey sweatshirt was tossed across Jonghyun’s shoulders, and they were still practically attached at the hip. Minho had introduced the two of them to Kibum a long time ago as close friends; it seemed as if they’d been together forever.

Kibum grit his teeth. It wasn’t as if the couple’s close appearance wasn’t welcome, but it almost felt as if he was being mocked. Mocked by their hands clasped together, mocked by their coy smiles, mocked by their disgustingly perfect relationship.

Jinki had jumped into an extensive conversation about the book Minho had, while Jonghyun gazed around aimlessly, tapping his fingers on his own thigh. Kibum only wearily flipped through his sketchbook yet again.

He had to do something with this feeling, right? It wasn’t as if Minho was going to turn around and become Prince Charming all of a sudden; he would have to take matters into his own two hands.

He would have to take matters into his own two hands.