First person P.O.V. of reader x BTS's Jimin   I was happy, he was happy, unfortunately someone wasn't too fond of what we had. Love is usually either unrequited or mutual, but who knew even the pain would be the same.  

The room was dim, with splashes of sudden colored lights roaming and beaming in unknown patterns. The were greens, reds, and blues, just like his mixed emotions, covering the facade of the young man who sat before him. Mingyu looked at the man with amusement and a hint of gentle curiosity. He stared deep into his hazel eyes which glistened as light hit them, as if looking for any emotion from the stoic faced lad.