I wrap my arms around myself as the cool spring wind rustles against me. The crystal blue pool water reflects on me and my surroundings, turning everything a pale blue color.

I didn't really think this part through.

I don't have a key card, Jungkook is probably searching for me right now, and I don't really want to go back to the hotel room. But where else am I supposed to sleep? Would I even be able to fall asleep in this situation?

I heave a sigh, realizing how stupid this all is.

I told myself that I wouldn't mind if him and Taera were together, so why is it bothering me so much? Maybe it's because I just didn't expect to see them..basically...making out?

I run my fingers through my hair, feeling frustrated. I feel my phone buzz in my hand, and check to see who it is. Jungkook.

I let it vibrate, not wanting to accept it, but not wanting to decline it either. The call ends, and I stare at my screen, not knowing what to do. I feel like I should call one of the guys. But who? Should I call Taehyung?

No, he sleeps earlier than everyone else.

After a moment, I pick someone to call.

"Haru!!" he shouts, putting his face super close to the camera. His initials on his eyelids smile back at me.

I would laugh, but I'm not necessarily in the mood, "Hi Namjoon."

"How are you? Wait..where are you? Are you outside?"

"Yeah—"

"Haru go inside! You're gonna get a cold and that's not good!" He turns away from the camera and shoves some ramen into his mouth.

"Are you eating ramen right now?"

He looks at me and stops chewing. "...no."

Now I have to smile. "Joon, it's midnight."

He smiles, dimples popping through. "That doesn't mean I can't eat some noodles now, does it?" He squints his eyes, coming closer to the screen.

"Wait a minute. Were you crying?"

I gulp. "N-no, why would I be crying?"

"Oh my goodness," he sets his ramen down and leans his phone against something, allowing me to see from the bottom of his torso up.

"Namjoon I wasn't—"

"Yes you were, I can tell. What's wrong?"

Now that I actually have to tell him why I called him in the first place, I can't. The words are stuck in my throat. "Nothing, Namjoon." My trembling voice gives me away.

"No don't start crying now, Haru," he frowns, concern painting his face.

"I don't even know what's going on," I say, tears beginning to spill.

"Sweetheart listen to me, it's okay. Take deep breaths in, and out."

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm crying again, it's just—" I stop talking, feeling like I'll probably just start sobbing.

"It's alright, I'm here with you. Everything's gonna be okay."

After a moment, I exhale softly, trying to regain my composure. "Namjoon?"

"Yes, Haru?"

"I saw Jungkook."

"But you've been seeing him everyday, haven't you?"

After a silent moment, I continue. "He was with Taera."

His face goes blank. "Taera?"

I nod, biting my lip. "I walked in on them."

His eyes widen, jaw dropping. "Walked in on them?! Doing what?!"

"It looked like they were making out. Taera was all over him, but I couldn't really tell if Jungkook was actually doing anything. I was too distracted."

He pinches the bridge of his nose, leaning his elbow against the table. "What the heck is he doing?"

I furrow my brows, "What do you mean?"

"He absolutely despises Taera. Like really really hates her."

I stare at him puzzled, "What? I thought he liked her?"

He snorts. "Trust me, Taera's the last person who Kook would like."

I sigh. "Well then why were they just—"

"I have no idea," he responds, sighing.

"Ughhhhh, I don't get it. Why did I have to catch feelings for the person that doesn't even—"

Oh shoot.

Namjoon starts grinning dimples forming on the smooth surface of his cheeks. "So you admit it."

"A-Admit what?" I respond, playing dumb.

"Haru, I'm smarter than you think I am."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Joon."

"Well I know what I'm talking about. You have feelings for Jungkook but you don't want to tell him because you think he only likes you back as a friend."

"He's never gonna like me back. Maybe in my dreams but—"

"Haru trust me. I know more than you when it comes to Jungkook and how he feels about someone. I've known him for over 7 years."

I stare at him, silent.

He tilts his head. "Haru, do you know what happens when humans obtain too many vitamins?"

I slowly shake my head. "No but—"

"They become nauseous and experience vomiting."

"Okay," I slowly respond, confused.

"Sometimes they can also experience mild anxiety and nervousness. They become really jittery."

"And why exactly are you telling me this?"

"Jungkook is pretty good when it comes to Vitamin C, D, et cetera, but he still seems to experience the jitters. He gets all nervous and sweaty sometimes."

"Namjoon, what are you trying to say?"

He leans forward on his elbows, clasping his hands together. "It seems to me like he's suffering from an overdose of Vitamin-You."

I stare at him dumbly.

He winks, initials taunting me. "Told you I'm smarter than you think."

"You are probably one of the most annoying people I've ever met."

He shrugs, grinning. "I try."

"Seriously, you spent the last two minutes making a joke about vitamins."

"Is there a problem with that?"

"Oh my—Namjoon, why would he be doing that with Taera then? First he's all nice and cute with me and then he goes and has a whole make out session with Taera. It doesn't add up."

He squints his eyes, brushing his thumb against his lip. "Maybe it was one sided."

"These feelings? Yeah, they are."

Namjoon snorts. "Oh my goodness, Haru. Not the love aspect of this. The kissing. What if Taera purposely did that to make you jealous?"

"Ok first of all, I don't know what love is, and second, there's no way that she would go to those measures to make me jealous...I think."

"You know what? Sit down and let me educate you on what love is."

"I am sitting down, Joon."

"Ok that's not the point. Love is whenever you can only think about that person at all times. It's whenever you miss them even though you saw them just a few minutes ago. It's whenever you love the sound of their voice, of their laugh. It's whenever you feel a shield of protection when you hug them. It's whenever you always find yourself going to them when you have any issues. It's whenever you support them no matter what so that they can be happy. It's whenever you do whatever you can to make them feel good inside, even if you feel like you're falling apart. It's whenever you notice every little thing they do and you absolutely love it. It's whenever you want to take away their pain, their problems. Love is something that you may not know you have for a person, but it's there. It was there since the second you first met them."

I stare at him, not able to speak. I'm at a loss for words. It's like someone just knocked the air out of me.

He smiles softly, noticing my expression. "You okay there?"

"I...I don't know," I respond, feeling a lump forming in my throat.

"Don't start crying again—"

"Kim flipping Namjoon don't tell me when I can and can't cry, especially after what you just said," I say, tears streaming down my face again.

"Okay, wipe those tears and go and tell Jungkook how you feel."

I choke on air. "What?!"

"Go. Right now. Before I call and tell him myself."

"What the heck Namjoon?! There's no way in hell that I'm gonna go tell him. You don't even know for sure if that kiss was one-sided."

"I bet you a million dollars it was."

I sigh, "Joon, just because I have feelings for Jungkook doesn't mean that he has feelings for me too. I don't—" I pause, suddenly feeling someone's presence next to mine.

I slowly turn my head.

Oh crap.

He smiles. "I've been looking for you for a while now."

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