JK POV:
I was sitting beside Jihan Hyung on the dorm rooftop. It was quiet and calming seeing the clear sky decorated with twinkling stars and full moon that was pouring its light on us, showering us with its silver bliss. A slight breeze was flowing around playing with our hair occasionally.
Jihan Hyung has his head resting on my shoulder with his eyes closed as he kept humming to the soft melody of the air. The moonlight was softly illuminating his features, making his cute nose and his soft lips stand out the most.
The silence of the moment was surreal; it felt like if we speak the magic of the moment might break.
I was staring intently at him, who was calmly resting on my shoulder oblivious of my erratic heart that was thumping loudly in my chest, urging to pull him closer, holding on to him never letting go. I couldn't possibly describe the content and happiness that I was feeling at the moment.
This, right here was everything I ever wanted, everything I could ever ask for.
My friend, my love, my whole world right here beside me resting his head on my shoulder, it was perfect.
He was perfect.
The ten years I spent without him was the worst time of my life, alone and isolated but it gave me the time to realize that the love that I felt for my Hyung since childhood wasn't like any other friendship.
It was a connection and a bond that I felt with him, it was the feeling called love that urged me to run back into the embrace of my older friend. I wished if I could tell him at that time how I longed for him. Even being exposed to the atmosphere that was extremely free and wild, I never found myself indulging in any sort of affair, hell I never even gave a single stare to any boy or girl, I never could.
All my feelings, all my emotions, all my praise was reserved for this person who was finally here by my side.
I Knew I need to tell him, I need to confess my thoughts, my feelings that had been practically nagging at me to let them out but can I?
I don't know what his reaction will be, does he feel the same way as me or does he only see me as a friend, as his younger brother?
"Hyung", I said in a careful voice.
"What do you think love is?" I said barely in a whisper but he miraculously caught what I said nervous beyond limits, my breath felt heavy and my palms were intensely sweating from anxiety that was filling my stomach.
He lifted his head, his lidded eyes looking at me with a sense of curiosity.
"Why are you asking Kook, do you love someone", he said in a low voice, his tone appeared slightly defensive to me.
"Ani", I said quickly vigorously shaking my head in denial, "I was just asking", I said trying to calm my voice.
"Hmmm", he hummed for a second before continuing his sentence, "Love can't be defined kook, that's the beauty of it. It is beautiful and wild, dangerous but ecstatic; it's like an aged wine that you can't get enough of. It's like a poisonous flower that you know will kill you but its allure can't be resisted. No allusions are enough to define love, it's is boundless, limitless and endless. It can be subsided but can never be killed; it can be managed but can never be cured. That is what I think love is", he said gazing at the moon as his eyes glitter with some unknown feelings.
"What is love for you kook?" he suddenly turned towards me; his blond locks messily falling on his eyes that made me badly want to tuck them in its place.
