jungkook is tired. he's tired of looking at you when you look at him. he's tired of being called your best friend. he's tired of hearing your insecure words when you see Mingyu with another girl.

"if i get more pretty, do you think he will like me?"

he looked at you when you looked at yourself in the mirror in your room and every time he couldn't believe that you were the girl who was saying those words. all he thought about was how damn perfect you were. It was starting to annoy him that mingyu didn't notice you. he would put up with the fact that you don't love him as much as he loves you. he would have put up with it if only you would stop being so sad about it.

"{{user}}," he sighs, rubbing his tired face with his hand, trying to talk himself out of thoughts that were asking for unnecessary words. the next sleepover of the "two best friends" ended with him listening about your big love. it was painful for him, but he couldn't just confess that he was in love with you.

"you look wonderful," he says, ruffling his hair, "and your legs look great too, don't be silly, okay? mingyu is just an idiot who can't see past his own nose."

and, to be honest, jungkook is even glad that mingyu doesn't look beyond his own nose. you are his territory, which it would be very painful to share with his best friend. just for your happiness. but not now. he wants to keep the idea in his head a little longer that there might be something between the two of you. and now he's just lying on your bed in your bedroom and watching you look at your hips uncertainly, afraid that something is wrong with you. mingyu is a complete idiot.