"You look better this way," I heard my brother's faint voice from behind. I turned to look at him, a huge grin plastered on his face, the bon fire illuminating half of his face ever so beautifully, holding a soda in his hand.

I smiled back, returning my gaze back to the magnificent scenery of the city light below, taking a sip of my beer as I do so. "Yeah?" I felt him walk closer until he was standing beside me before slinging an arm around me, pressing our sides closer.

"Yeah, you look way better like this. Worry-free and at ease." I heard him say, earning a chuckle from me.

We both stayed like that for a moment, just staring at the distance, silence wrapped the both of us. It felt good. I couldn't remember well when was the last time we've shared such comforting silence, our breaths only audible as we admired the beauty in front of us. I took another sip from my beer, the same time he did with his soda— still and forever hating how bitter alcohol tasted.

It was then when a herd of laughters were heard from behind, making the both of us snap our heads away from the city lights and to the four grinning boys. Hoseok was dancing goofily to some girl groups, probably, along with Namjoon who's more on face dancing with Yoongi singing for them while Taehyung just laughs at the olders, grilling some marshmallows.

"You look like a horse!" I could make out Yoongi laughing, stealing some mallows and throwing it to Hoseok who playfully glared before throwing the marshmallow back, and thus the start of the marshmallow fight, earning a horrified look from my brother.

"They're wasting my babies!" He exclaimed. I could only roll my eyes and shake my head for seokjin's great love and devotion for food. He had always hated seeing people throwing such price. I laughed when he tried to stop the two, only to have Namjoon and Taehyung following suit, their laughs filling the night. "Yah, stop that!" he groaned.

But instead, the four of them started chasing each other, pouring their drinks on each other with Taehyung jumping on Yoongi's back and Namjoon chasing the ever energetic Hoseok who so happens to run on my way, Jin trying to break Taehyung off the grandpa, frustrated.

"Heads up!" I heard Hoseok's voice yelled before I felt something soft land on my forehead, and something wet dripping down from my head to the sides of my cheeks. It took me a good minute to realise that Hoseok had just thrown a marshmallow at me and Namjoon had just poured every content of his beer on my head. I groaned, earning a good laugh from them. "Bon apetite, Jungkook." this time, it was Namjoon, let out yet another laugh before running away.

"Bitch!" I yelled after, running my way to grab some liquor and chased the two who ran dearly for their lives. "Oh yeah, run motherfuckers!" I laughed, a small smirk displayed across my face when I managed to take hold of Hoseok's wrist, pouring half of the content on his head before getting tackled to the ground by none other than his boyfriend.

Taehyung giggled as I wrestled to shrug him off my back, the half empty liquor tightly gripped on my hand. I threw my leg over his shoulder, pinning him to the ground before sitting on his back, pouring everything on his head and breaking into fits of laughter, earning a pout and a groan from him. "It feels disgusting," he whined but with a hint of playfulness hidden behind, pulling my head in for a head lock.

"Kim Namjoon!" My brother's voice rang through our ears, snapping our heads to the scene where marshmallows were scattered everywhere along with a few bottles of empty beers. Namjoon had his hand frozen on the air on top of Jin's head like he intent of pouring the liquor on his very boyfriend's head. "Don't you dare!" Jin said, a flash of guilt and fear on namjoon's eyes.

"Sorry babe, I love you!" He squinted his eyes before pouring the drink on Jin's head, pulling him in for a kiss afterwards to stop the older from bursting into madness. The four of us could only laugh as Jin struggled to push Namjoon away but soon melted and kiss the other back.

We shook our heads before slipping on our seats, opening another pack of marshmallows to grill and another set of liquor from the cooler. Taehyung sat on Hoseok's legs, leaning back so he could rest against the older's chest, burrying his head on Hoseok's neck. "You smell like shit, seokie." he muttered, earning a chuckle from the older.

"..and so do you, jagi." Hoseok laughed.

I was so distracted by the couple when the strong scent of smoke filled my nostrils. I look to my side only to see Yoongi holding a pack of cigarettes in his hand. He noticed me staring at him, offering one of his sticks to me to which I declined strongly, remembering quite clearly how Jimin hated me puffing one. "I can't." I shook my head before lowering it.

"It's aight," he said, his voice muffled by the cigarette placed on his mouth. "You're too young to smoke anyway." he said.

I didn't respond after that and just directed my attention back to the cuddling couple across. Watching Taehyung and Hoseok being all lovey-dovey sent a certain feeling in the pit of my stomach. I am happy for them but somehow, I couldn't help but feel bitter. I couldn't help but feel envious of their relationship. I found myself pouting and looking away. I hate this shitty feeling— one where I long for someone that could never be mine.

"Sucks, right?" I heard Yoongi muttered. I sighed, slowly nodding my head in approval. "I feel ya." He said, eyes boredly gazing at the two, checking his phone, probably to see if his girlfriend have called or texted him yet.

"Is this how you feel all the time?" I asked. It must've sucked having to go on roadtrips and such adventures being the only one not having his lover with him.

"Pretty much." He sighed, puffing his cigarette.

"What's her name?" I ask again, earning a confused look from him. "I mean, her, your girlfriend." I said, pointing a finger to the girl smiling widely with him on his lockscreen.

He smiled, tracing his point finger on her smile. "Seulgi, her name's Seulgi." He said. It was in the way he spoke of her name that had me flattered. In the way his eyes lit up as he speaks that had me smiling as well. Yoongi– he's in love. "Yeah, she's insane, badass and a bitch, really." he laughed.

"We first met when I touched her boobs." I scowled at him, only to have him place a finger on my lips to stop me from interrupting. "It's not what you think, Hoseok was being a dick and pushed me, and just as I was about to hit the ground, her glorious melons caught me—"

"Eww hyung, it sounds gross." I groaned, earning a chuckle from him, throwing his cigarette on the ground and stompping a foot on it.

"She wanted to come and meet you, but unfortunately she couldn't." He said to me.

"Why?" I raised a brow, finally taking a sip on my untouched beer.

"Jooheon got terribly sick. I wanted to stay behind but she forced me to come—"

"Hold up," I interrupted yet again. "Who is Jooheon? Is he like some kind of a younger bother or anything?" He just smiled at me, glanced at the four others whom I didn't realise were also listening before turning back to look at me, a loving look playing in his eyes.

"He's our son,"