“Have you agreed to date me now?”

A hopeful Jinwoo questions. Both boys seated casually on a bench under a tree in the open field of their university. Myungjun's face stays expression-less, his lips turning into a frown, his gaze resting on a girl, trying to stop the wind from blowing into her hair.

Too bad. Myungjun thought. She should have carried a hairband.

“No” He replies, jaws clenched. “I'm just very curious about you and my younger brother..”

Jinwoo sighs. Clearly, this wasn't something he had expected but then he didn't expect anything at all, Yoon Sanha was the man with the plan. “I can't tell you that”

A widened eye Myungjun stares, surprised at him. What did he mean he couldn't tell him that? What was Jinwoo talking about? “You want me to date you and you won't tell me about Taehyung and You?”

Jinwoo shakes his head. Myungjun scoffs, he didn't want to believe this.

“I'll only do that if you agree to date me” Jinwoo shrugs and now Myungjun just felt irritated.

But Why was he asking about his brother's relationship from his ex when he could ask Taehyung himself?

He couldn't.

Taehyung wouldn't tell him. Taehyung never liked to talk about emotional things and this, Myungjun knew so well. He could inquire from Seokjin but he didn't want to take that risk.

What if Seokjin didn't know and ends up making a big deal like he always does? Taehyung wouldn't not only feel embarrassed but he could close off completely.

He hated it. He hated not knowing enough about his brothers but he knew part of that was his fault because over the years, he had withdrawn himself emotionally from them. But would you blame him? He didn't know how to act around his brothers when everyone kept making him feel like he did not belong in the family.

And this was proof, an ex of his brother he didn't know about, seated beside him was proof that Kim Myungjun didn't belong in his brother's life.

“This was a mistake.” Myungjun says, getting to his feet, snatching the bag resting against the bench.

Jinwoo's copies his act, quick to grab Myungjun's arm from moving a step further. “I have no intention of hurting you, I just need to speak to him. He's not picking my calls and he's not answering my texts, I have sent letters but he won't reply anyone of them.. Please Myungjun-ssi..”

Jinwoo's statement didn't ease him instead it seemed to unsettle him the more, curiosity nudging at his heart. Something terrible must have happened between them if not, Jinwoo wouldn't be here holding unto him.

“Tell me what happened..” Myungjun says, pissed. The suspense was beginning to crawl under his skin, a very clear sign that he was one patience away from punching Jinwoo in the face.

Sighing, he lets go of the older's arm. “Taehyung, I still love him. I know what you might be thinking but no, I didn't hurt him. He made a mistake by breaking up with me and I don't believe that he meant it. I just..I just want to talk to him again. I miss him so much..”

Myungjun's heart breaks at the scene. Examining the boy in front of him, he notices the pool of tears forming in his eyes, his quivering lips, his shaky breathe. Park jinwoo was not lying, he was still in love with Kim Taehyung.

Shaking his head, he bit down on his lips. He didn't like this. “If you still like Taehyung, then it would be wrong to use me to get to him..but I suggest..” he pauses, jinwoo staring at him with hopeful eyes.

He was going to regret this one day. “We can be friends.. ” he shrugs. “..then you can see Him when you want to. That okay?”

Jinwoo nods excitedly. He was going to take anything he could get right now. “Thanks MJ”

Myungjun raises a brow. “MJ?”

“Yeah” Jinwoo pockets his arms. “No one's ever called you that?”

Myungjun shakes his head, confused that the boy infront of him already had a pet name for him.

With lips curved into a smile, Jinwoo says coolly;

“Then consider that a nickname from me..” he beams. “MJ” he repeats. “I like it”

Myungjun simply nods, unsure of what to say as he leaves Jinwoo's presence without saying a bye. He walks towards a tired Eunwoo who stood beside April, his face drained of all bright colours.

Myungjun wants to laugh but he couldn't. Why? The voice of Jinwoo calling him 'MJ' still rang loudly in his ears.

MJ, he smiles It was his first nickname and he liked it.

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A party.

Never in his life did he think that he was going to have a party at his home. His brothers always had their parties anywhere and never the house but today, today where Myungjun decides to curl up in his room and binge watch movies all night, his brothers decides to throw a freaking party.

Ofcourse. He wasn't told. If he was, he wouldn't have let them.

He didn't like to go to parties. It wasn't hatred or anything, he didn't like to be around loud music and alcohols. If it was a tea party, maybe he'd have bothered to be interested but no, not this noisy get together, they called a party.

He was going to put an end to this nonsense and quick.

“Myungjun!” a voice calls slurry. “Niccee jamas bro” a person he didn't know winks with at him with a drink in his hand and hell knows Myungjun wanted to slap his drink out of his grip.

“At least my PJamas beats the ugly face you're wearing” he scoffs, hearing some people yell out 'ooooouuu'. He shakes his head, he wasn't in the mood to play with them. He really needed to find Seokjin or Taehyung.

“Guys!” he suddenly hears a drunk Taehyung yell from the top of his voice. “I have an announcement to make”

All heads tilts towards him as they watch patiently. Trying to keep his feet balanced, he grins towards the now anticipating audience.

“I, Kim Taehyung, I am getting married”

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