I flopped onto my bed with an 'oof' and slowly sank into the soft mattress as its foam wrapped around my sore body. "I'm so tiirrreeeedd." I complained. "You're always tired Yoongi." Replied Namjoon. He wasn't wrong.

I stared at the ceiling of the room we shared, closing my eyes ever so slightly every second, until they were shut. I began to doze off when suddenly, a loud laugh came from the room next to us.

Jimin, Tae, and Jungkook. We knew it would be loud if the maknaes shared a room… why did we put them in the same room again?

I was about to tell them to shut up and let me rest when a sweeter, higher giggle came through the wall. Jimin's giggle. The image of Jimin laughing popped into my head. His eyes practically closed, his bright smile, how he always seemed to fall over, the way his newly dyed pink hair flopped into his face, his fingers brushing away hi-

"Yoongi!" called Joonie, snapping me back to my senses.

"What?"

"I've called your name 5 times, what were you thinking about to block out that much noise?"

"Nothing important."

A slow yet sly smile spread across his face. "Perhaps you were thinking of Jimin?" His smile grew wider while he said it, as if he were teasing me. "Yeah, I was. How'd you know?" He stared at me for a few seconds then rolled his eyes like I was the biggest idiot he's ever met. "What?" I asked. "Oh nothing." Joonie said sarcastically as he heaved a sigh. "No seriously tell me, what?" He gave me an almost annoyed look, then said, "What exactly were you thinking of when Jimin was in your mind?" I thought about it for a second before replying. "Well, his smile. I really like it. Seeing him happy really brightens everything up. Actually, just simply seeing him or thinking of him does that. It's almost like, whenever he's around, someone turned up the saturation on the world. Besi-" I stopped talking when I turned over to see Namjoon staring at me with one eyebrow slightly raised and an annoyed curve at the tip of his lips. "Okay, seriously what is it?"

"Well…" he said. "Yeah?" I asked, pushing. "I just find it interesting how you still say you only think of Jimin as a friend." I rolled my eyes. "This again? I don't just say that, I really do think that!"

Joonie, for some reason, recently started to develop the idea that Jimin and I love each other. I told him of course we do! We love every member of BTS. That's when he told me he meant romantically.

"That's the sad part! You actually believe you only think of Jimin as a friend! Honestly, it'd be better if you were just saying that, because then at least you wouldn't be so dense you can't recognize your own romantic feelings." He said. "I am not dense!" He raised an eyebrow. "Yoongi, did you even realize what you were doing in today's interview? Nobody bites their lip while staring deeply into the eyes of a person who is 'just a friend'."

"I-I was not doing anything of the sort! Besides, it's not like you're any better. You recognize your own feelings but you refuse to accept them." I had only said that to irk his nerves, but as the words left my mouth, I realized what I was saying was true. "You love Jin. In the romantic way." I quickly added that last part to make myself clear. "It's so obvious he loves you back, but you refuse to believe it. And you call me dense." I scoffed.

"… Fine. I do maybe, sorta, kinda, have feelings for Jin. But do you know how unlikely it really is for him to like me back? I have no chance…" with that, he left me feeling sorry for him. I knew he lacked some confidence when it came to relationships. "Joonie… the only way to not have a chance is never telling him. Have more confidence Joonie, trust me when I say he reciprocates you feelings."

Namjoon seemed to be in deep thought, as he stared at a specific spot on the wall or a few minutes. Shortly after, a determined expression etched its way onto his face.

"I'm going to have confidence!"

"Yeah!"

"I'm going to tell Jin about my feelings!"

"Yeah!"

"Right now!"

"Yeah! Haha… wait what? Joonie, you mean like righ-"

Before I finished my sentence, Namjoon slammed the door, leaving the room. I chuckled to myself. Good luck Joonie. Not that you need it.