The mirror provided me with a superior perspective on something which made me giggle.

"Seriously Jungkook, atleast attempt to conceal that tattoo of yours."

"I advised you to wear gloves hence," Jimin sneered removing his mask.

"If it wasn't so much for his tattoo, I will not have remembered anybody of you with those uncovered eyebrows." 

"Let's get you home rapidly, Jin hyung is hanging tight for us," Jungkook said as he began playing with the knife. How could he figure out how to get a phony one?

"On it," Hoseok grinned at us through the mirror. He was the person who was driving us home this time.

The second he left the vehicle, the front door went opened uncovering Jin.

"How are you feeling now?" He looked concerned.

"Totally fine but I'm hungry," I sulked at him. They lead me to the dining room where the table was loaded up with delectable dishes.  Well, the boys didn't eat either and were waiting for my return.

After supper, I went towards my room, put on something else, and was on my bed attempting to find some kdramas to watch. 'Legend of the blue sea', I had a couple of more episodes to watch so wound up playing it. I was caught up with wailing my eyes out as I was watching the goodbye scene- Sim Chung deleting his memories.

I felt the bed shift demonstrating a presence next to me. Moving my eyes from the screen I found Yoongi gazing at me.

"What?" I asked him as I gazed back at him.

"You shouldn't cry on little things, it's simply a fictional story, and look at you..." He reached out his hands to clear off my tears.

"I'm like this." I felt him squeeze my cheeks which made me cry. Seeing his gummy smile made me grin. Before long I found his demeanor changing into a genuine one.

"I need to let you know something, I truly needed to say this before. The absolute first day I met you, I realized you are unlike most of them. You have seen me like who I am unlike an idol, very much like an ordinary person. I like the manner in which you approach things, the manner in which you switch your language when you blow up, the manner in which you play tricks on everybody, particularly me,” he hurled delicately. “Each time I got the chance, I was terrified on how you would respond, however not any longer. I needed to be somebody to you, a shoulder you could incline toward when you are miserable, an individual to snuggle with when you feel down, an individual to share ur bliss. I wanted to shield you from everything. I wanted to eradicate that load of terrible recollections from you and make new ones. I wanted to be your beginning and end. You are the justification behind my grin, you are the wellspring of my joy...

I like you..."

At that point I felt the entire world stop. Was it true that i was envisioning things? His eyes were attempting to sort out the appropriate responses in mine.

"Do you like me?" He asked me again in somewhat soft tone.

"No, I... I..."