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It was 12:01 AM.
Someone’s phone chimed with the notification.
Then another.
Then—
“Merry Christmas!!” Jungkook blurted suddenly, sitting up from the rug like he’d been summoned by holiday spirits and caffeine.
From various corners of the room, groggy voices echoed.
“Merry Christmas…”
“Merry Crispy…”
“Merry Cringe-mas…”
Seokjin, who had passed out sideways on the couch, groaned and patted his hair down. “Why are we awake.”
“Tradition!” Taehyung beamed, already pouring sparkling grape juice into shot glasses because they ran out of soju twenty minutes ago. “Midnight drinks!”
“It’s twelve-oh-two,” Namjoon muttered, lifting his head from his seat cushion. “You’re late.”
“Your forehead’s late.”
“Okay, we’re not doing this now,” Jimin yawned, rubbing his face into Hoseok’s hoodie. “Someone just play Mariah and pass the rice cakes.”
Yoongi, somehow both asleep and awake, blinked slowly from the armchair. “Do not summon Mariah again.”
The lights were warm, the apartment smelled like cinnamon and slightly burnt fishcakes, and everyone was a little too drunk, too full, and too happy.
Seokjin had just finished slicing up leftover apples, cheeks flushed, hair slightly messy, still wearing the reindeer apron Taehyung had forced on him. He placed the apples on the table with a proud little hum.
Then came the voice—sweet, syrupy, and dangerous.
“So…” Taehyung began, swirling his non-alcoholic wine like it was a vintage cabernet. “How did you two meet?”
The room froze.
The crackle of fairy lights, the soft hum of Yoongi’s instrumental playlist in the background, even Jimin’s gentle hiccups—everything stopped.
All eyes slowly turned to Taehyung, who, utterly unfazed, took a slow, elegant sip of his drink and added:
“How long has it been? Who confessed? When’s your anniversary?”
Jimin’s head whipped toward Hoseok. “Oh no.”
Hoseok gasped, whispering like he just spotted a plot twist in a K-drama. “Oh yes.”
Jungkook sat up straighter, digging into the popcorn bowl with the gleam of a man about to witness history. “This better be good.”
Namjoon pulled out his phone. “I’m opening the Notes app.”
Yoongi, warm with tipsy confidence and not an ounce of hesitation, leaned back into the couch with one arm behind Seokjin, eyes soft and voice lower than usual—like this was the easiest question in the world.
“It’s been eight years since we met,” he said, calm and sure. “Five years since we mutually understood we liked each other and decided to live together. Two years since I confessed. In the rain. Our anniversary’s November 17.”
The silence that followed was not peace.
It was the kind of silence that builds before a volcanic eruption.
Seokjin, still mid-sip of grape juice, turned toward him so slowly it looked like he was being remote-controlled by sheer disbelief.
“What… rain?”
Yoongi blinked, unaware of the live wire he just stepped on.
Seokjin straightened. “Since when? Did you say five years? FIVE??”
Yoongi looked around like he was the only one who didn’t realize they were filming the season finale of a reality show. “Yeah? Five years since we—”
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN OUR ANNIVERSARY IS NOVEMBER SEVENTEEN?! THAT’S OUR FRIENDSHIP DAY!!!”
“OH MY GOD,” Hoseok screamed, falling off the bean bag.
Jimin rolled off the couch entirely, wheezing into a cushion. “I knew it! I knew something was wrong with their vibe! There were no kisses! No touching! Not even suspicious flirting!”
Namjoon sat up straight. “Oh no. I knew something was off about the roommate timeline—”
“Who are you dating??” Seokjin shrieked, stabbing a finger at Yoongi like he just realized he was dating an imaginary man. “Because it’s not ME!”
Yoongi, genuinely baffled, looked at him like he was the crazy one. “You’re literally sitting on my lap.”
“I thought you just had cold legs!”
“You’re using my slippers!”
“They’re comfy!”
Jungkook gasped audibly. “Are they breaking up or getting married?”
Taehyung, sipping casually, replied, “I think they’re realizing they’ve been in a relationship for half a decade and one of them didn’t know.”
Namjoon furiously typed into his phone. “What’s the Korean word for mutual delusion?”
Yoongi frowned, leaning forward now. “Wait… Seokjin… you didn’t know?”
Seokjin stood up like a man with a mission. “Hold on—hold on. We need a timeline. A whiteboard. Who has a whiteboard?!”
“We have the back of the pizza box,” Taehyung offered.
“Perfect.”
“Oh my god,” Yoongi whispered, already regretting every romantic thing he’s ever done.
“No, no. This can’t be real. When did you confess?” Seokjin snapped, uncapping a marker.
“In the rain,” Yoongi said confidently, like this wasn’t spiraling into a K-drama plot twist.
Seokjin paused. “WHEN was I in the rain with you?!”
“That day you got locked out and I brought you a towel and said, ‘I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.’”
Seokjin’s jaw dropped. “I thought that meant you wanted me to stop losing keys and… and be my roommate for life!”
Jungkook let out a shriek into a pillow. “This is insane. This is actual insanity.”
Yoongi massaged his temples. “Why would I want to be roommates for life if I wasn’t in love with you?!”
“Because you LIKE me!”
“Yes! Romantically!”
“I thought you liked my personality! Like a best friend!”
Yoongi stood now, too. “I said, ‘I want to get to know you better, be closer to you, see you every day—’”
“EXACTLY! Roommate vibes!”
“ROOMMATE VIBES?? WHO SAYS ‘I WANT TO SPEND THE REST OF MY LIFE WITH YOU’ TO A ROOMMATE?!”
“I don’t know! You’re weird!!”
“OH MY GOD,” Namjoon groaned, dragging a pillow over his face. “This is like watching two penguins try to hold hands for the first time and missing.”
“Honestly,” Jimin said, voice muffled from where he was cackling into Hoseok’s thigh, “this is the best Christmas gift I’ve ever received.”
Namjoon leaned toward Hoseok. “This is better than the finale of Twenty-Five Twenty-One.”
“Shut up,” Hoseok whispered. “I think he’s about to cry.”
The room spun. The popcorn bowl was empty. Someone was definitely recording.
Seokjin was pacing now, pizza box in hand, marker flailing wildly.
Yoongi rubbed his face. “Seokjin. I’ve literally told you I love you.”
“Yes but you also tell the rice cooker you love it when it works properly!”
“That’s different! The rice cooker doesn’t look at me like you do when you’re slicing fruit!”
“We never kissed!”
“I thought you weren’t ready!”
“We never even did the deed!”
Yoongi’s voice softened now, quieter but so certain. “Because I respect you. And I love you. And I never wanted to push. You never gave me signs that you wanted to. And I thought... if this was enough for you, it was enough for me too.”
Jungkook fell backwards. “STOP!! I’m too sober for this!”
Seokjin’s voice cracked a little. “You… You really thought we were dating?”
Yoongi looked down, finally dropping the exasperated act, just a little tired now, and so soft. “I mean… yeah. We live together. You make me soup when I’m sick. I bring you your favorite yogurt every Friday. You call me at lunch just to check if I’m warm enough. We... are, aren’t we?”
Seokjin’s face twitched. “We never said it.”
“I thought we didn’t need to.”
Silence. Thick, warm silence.
“You were always mine, hyung,” Yoongi said gently, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Seokjin froze. His hand dropped the marker.
And then—he laughed.
A short, shocked, almost fond laugh.
“You’re so dumb.”
Yoongi smirked. “You’re the one who thought I was proposing to be your roommate for life.”
Seokjin marched over, pointed a dramatic finger at him again, but this time slower.
“It’s a good thing I love you too, Min Yoongi.”
The room erupted. Everyone groaned in sync, covering their faces, throwing pillows, yelling “TOO MUCH!” and “I’M GOING TO VOMIT CHRISTMAS JOY.".
Hoseok and Jimin flung throw pillows in the air like confetti.
Taehyung stood and applauded like it was the end of a play.
Namjoon wiped a fake tear and said, “This is why I journal.”
Jungkook let out a dolphin screech and yelled, “THIS IS WHY I DON’T DATE! THIS IS TOO MUCH!!”
Yoongi reached for Seokjin’s hand.
Seokjin laced their fingers like he’d done it a thousand times—because he had, just without knowing what it meant.
Thirty minutes later, they were all gathered under the now half-dead Christmas tree.
The fairy lights flickered.
The room was dim, warm, messy, and glowing.
Jungkook set the timer on his phone, then scrambled into the group at the last second.
Hoseok and Jimin squished to the left, Taehyung hung an arm over Namjoon’s shoulder, and Seokjin pulled Yoongi just a little closer.
“Smile like you’re not emotionally traumatized,” Jimin said.
“Too late,” Jungkook replied.
Click.
One photo.
Seven people.
And finally, one very official boyfriend reveal.