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“Oh shit, it’s karaoke night,” Namjoon groaned, burying his head in his crossed arms.

“Hey, karaoke night is my favorite night of the month!” Seokjin exclaimed defensively.

“What Namjoon means is tonight’s the night his balls finally drop and he confesses how long he’s been pining for Jimin,” Yoongi explained, taking a bite of his hamburger.

“Ah, I see. Well, thank fuck. Watching him swoon over Jimin’s every breath was getting tiring.”

“You’re both assholes,” Namjoon hissed, though it came out mostly muffled through the fabric of his sweater.

“Excuse you, I treated you to lunch today out of the goodness of my heart,” Seokjin gasped overdramatically.

“We’re at a Red Robin and you had a special coupon to use that you won in some raffle at work,” Yoongi deadpanned.

“What’s your point? You still get bottomless fries.”

“Can’t argue with that,” Yoongi shrugged.

“So why tonight’s karaoke night and not the ones we’ve been having for literal years?” Seokjin asked, causing Namjoon to breathe a heavy sigh into his arms.

“I can answer that,” Yoongi stepped in. “He lost a bet with me and Tae.”

“Gambling always comes with a price, Joonie,” he sing-songed.

“In his defense he was mostly drunk off his ass and Tae challenged him to a dance-off.”

“Namjoon can’t dance. When he does he looks like a rabid raccoon trying to fight an innocent human and prevent his impending, frothy demise.”

“Wow that is surprisingly accurate,” Yoongi nodded. 

“But Tae can’t dance for shit either. I mean the last time we all went clubbing he was repelling men with those dance moves.”

“Yeah, he looked like one of those inflatable figures at a car wash. It was a tough battle to judge, but I made the best call.”

“You wanted to ruin my life,” Namjoon whined.

“Look, I’ll admit I wasn’t completely objective. Taehyung’s pretty fucking hot and I’d do anything to get in those pants but I was thinking of what was best for you. We bet that the loser of the dance-off had to do whatever the judge ordered. I could have been selfish and chosen Tae as the loser and then commanded him to blow me--”

“Ew,” Namjoon and Seokjin chorused.

“It wouldn’t be the first time. The kid’s talented, seriously. But, no, I wasn’t thinking with my dick. I was thinking with my brain and I was thinking of helping my best friend because he’s wasting his life away with a love that doesn’t need to be fucking unrequited.”

“Jimin’s way out of my league and I would have moved on eventually!” Namjoon protested, finally lifting his head.

“It’s been two years!”

“But I’m getting close now! Another year and I would have been free of any feelings...Well, I’ll probably always cherish him and consider him incredibly adorable. Plus, he just radiates beauty and goodness so I wouldn’t be able to forget that.”

“Oh my god,” Seokjin shook his head. “You’re hopeless. Yoongi was right. I would have made you do the same thing.”

“Thank you,” Yoongi raised his Coke bottle in salute.

“Wait, but you ordered Joon to confess in front of Tae? I get that Namjoon’s not subtle about his lovesick idiocy, but our friends are clueless as fuck. You really blew up his spot.”

Namjoon didn’t even let himself get offended and chose to hide in the gentle darkness of his arms.

“Of course not. I’m not some Grade A prick.”

“Grade B?”

“Yeah, sounds about right. Anyway, I wouldn’t betray my best friend’s trust, so I waited until the next day, when the hangover passed and he was back to being an overthinking genius.”

“You’re gunning for bestie of the year, I see.”

“Shut up. This will be good for him. It’s as cliche but as effective as ripping off a band-aid. Better to have the sharp moment of pain now instead of prolonging it and making it worse and worse.”

“Joon, Yoongi’s right,” Seokjin addressed the crumpled form of their younger friend. “We’re in our mid-20s and we have so much life ahead of us! You don’t want to waste the prime of youth and have regrets afterwards.”

“I don’t want to fuck up our friendship,” Namjoon muttered sadly. “He’s going to feel so uncomfortable after turning me down and it’s going to affect the entire group.”

“Why are you so sure he’s going to turn you down?”

“Are you kidding me?” Namjoon sat up but only to fling his arms up in the air for emphasis. “You do remember who we’re talking about here, right? Jimin Park? The gorgeous, ultra-successful underwear model who only dates equally gorgeous, equally ultra-successful, and of course super ripped models? Yeah, totally attainable for me,” he scoffed.

“I hate it when you’re so self-deprecating,” Seokjin frowned. “You’re a devastatingly handsome man, Namjoon, and you could be a model--for underwear or anything else--if you wanted to, but you don’t. You value other things above your appearance and I’m not trying to throw shade at Jimin or anything, but you shouldn’t feel inferior just because your dick isn’t showcased on billboards around New York.”

“God he looks so good in those,” Namjoon sighed longingly, remembering the new billboard that had been added near his apartment.

The first day he saw it, he was caught in a dreamlike state that caused him to walk without looking and then trip over a bike rack. He was still sporting a set of nasty purple bruises for that.

“No one can deny how sexy Jimin is, but he isn’t just superficial with no substance there. He’s well-read and kind, two qualities you have as well. You’re also intelligent and thoughtful and caring and you have genuine love for him as a friend and romantically. Jimin’s boyfriends have been disappointing for the exact same reason. They present a pretty package, but once you open it up you’re left with dozens of sheets of filler paper and no sparkly gift inside.”

“Is that your way of telling us you only want jewelry for your birthday this year?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow.

“Nice catch,” Seokjin winked. “Diamonds are so last season. I’m expecting sapphires.”

“Because you think we’re all made of money?”

“Please, Jimin and Jungkook are highly recognized models, Taehyung’s latest designs were picked up by Zara, you are rolling in cash since your last two albums, and Namjoon is a fucking neurosurgeon at the most prestigious hospital in this city. He’s treated more than 20 celebrities and more than 10 world leaders. He’s globally recognized!”

“Jin, you own your own tech firm and your boyfriend is the richest man in Korea,” Namjoon rolled his eyes.

“So? I don’t want to be buying my own presents with my hard-earned cash, do I? And my baby Hobi unfortunately won’t be in the States for my birthday this year. He’s needed at some stupid conference in Vienna then, not to mention he doesn’t have any free time to visit me until summer ends,” Seokjin pouted. “He said he’d make it up to me with copious gifts and rim jobs when he returned though.”

“Okay a free burger was not worth the horror I’ve been forced to experience here,” Namjoon repressed his gag at Seokjin’s oversharing.

“I can’t not praise my man’s abilities.”

“Please God let’s get back to my inevitable heartbreak.”

“Jimin is not going to reject you,” Yoongi turned to his best friend, seeing how pale and daunted he looked by what he’d be doing that night.

“You can’t know that for sure.”

“Alright, maybe not with 100% certainty, but what the hell is 100% certain? Death, I guess, but you're not dying tonight. You’re only going to be singing a few cheesy love songs to confess your feelings to an underwear model.”

“He’s more than just an underwear model,” Namjoon protested.

“How would you describe him then?”

“Jimin is everything beautiful in my life. He’s the playful summer breeze rustling my hair when I’m searching for crabs at the beach; he’s the moon lighting my way home after a draining day at the office; he’s the warmth and sweetness of hot cocoa when New York’s shivering through the greatest blizzards. A-and--and I...I love him with all of my heart,” Namjoon finished in a shaky breath.

He looked up from his shaking palms to see his friends watching him fondly.


“What?” he asked, feeling self-conscious.

“Say all of that tonight. Exactly those words. You can sing him the most beautiful love songs, but your words? Those are the most meaningful of all,” Seokjin assured him.

Yoongi only nodded mutely, awed into silence by the depth of Namjoon’s love.

“Okay,” Namjoon whispered. “I’ll try.”

It was karaoke night tradition to decide the singing pairs randomly, usually using an app on Seokjin’s phone. However, in the interest of Namjoon’s bet, Seokjin “forgot” his phone at home but said he always had a backup plan with little post-its that had all their names on it. Yoongi offered his cap and the names went in.


“Why don’t you go first, Jiminie?” Seokjin smiled wide, pushing the cap past Jungkook’s extended hand to Jimin who sat in the middle of the long velvet couch in the room they’d booked.

“Um, sure?” Jimin offered an apologetic glance to Jungkook, who shot Seokjin the evil eye. “Namjoon! Cool,” Jimin smiled sweetly at Namjoon, whose cheeks turned a bright red as he realized there was no turning back now.

Before Jungkook could take his turn Seokjin reached in, pretending the paper he grabbed didn’t also say Namjoon.

“Yoongi! Great, that means Jungkook, you are with Taehyung,” Seokjin grinned evilly.

“All of our songs are going to be gangsta raps!” Taehyung clapped while Yoongi and Namjoon looked on in horror.

Seokjin quickly disposed of the papers in the cap and returned it to Yoongi who gave him a conspiratorial smirk. But of course that was the easy part. It was all up to Namjoon now.

The plan they had discussed during lunch was for Namjoon to literally serenade Jimin during their turns, selecting the most sentimental love songs he could and making sure to look Jimin straight in the eyes so the younger blonde could understand it wasn’t just a karaoke performance--It was a real confession.

“We’re going first!” Taehyung declared before anyone else could think to move towards the machine. “Come on,” he dragged the reluctant Jungkook up, thrusting a microphone in his hand. “We’re starting with 50 Cent.”

“Oh God,” Yoongi muttered under his breath.

“That’s your man, Yoongs. Take responsibility,” Seokjin cackled into his ear.

“Shut up,” he hissed. You go next , Yoongi mouthed at Namjoon, who even in the dimness of the karaoke room was looking both redder and slightly green, as if he was moments from puking.

“What song were you thinking, Joon?” Jimin’s airy voice broke through Namjoon’s mini panic attack and he whipped his head towards him so quickly he actually heard a bone crack in his neck.

“Fuck,” he groaned, grabbing the nape of his neck.

“Careful there,” Jimin giggled, placing one of his small, dainty hands above Namjoon’s and rubbing softly. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Namjoon choked out, trying not to flinch at the warmth from Jimin’s soft skin.

“So do you know what song you want to sing? I think we haven’t been duet partners since last year! The cards haven’t been in our musical favor,” he joked.


“Ha ha yeah,” Namjoon’s laugh was more than unconvincing, but he powered through before Jimin’s eagle eyes could hone in on the tightness of his jaw and the slight trembling beginning in his hands. “I have one in mind--a few actually. Would you mind letting me take the reins and sort of surprise both you and the group?”

“Oh, you have them all planned already?” Jimin seemed surprised but not opposed to the mystery. “That’s good with me. Surprise me! As long as it isn’t an impossible song that will only humiliate me because my voice will crack or just fail me.”

“A song like that doesn’t exist. You have a wonderful voice and your vocal range is so impressive,” Namjoon quickly replied, making Jimin duck his head bashfully.

“That’s nice of you, Joon, but I know I’m not that good. I can carry a tune, but I can’t keep my voice steady like Jin and Jungkook. And Tae can hit those low notes so impeccably. I’m shrill and kind of squeaky.”

“No,” Namjoon vehemently shook his head, so forcefully it sent Jimin’s hand sliding off his neck. “You sound like an angel. Every time.”

“You’ve never told me that before,” Jimin tilted his head and stared at Namjoon with clear confusion in his eyes. 

“U-um, yeah, I’ve thought it, but I didn’t have the courage to say it out loud. Hopefully that courage won’t fail me tonight of all nights.”

“Why? What’s different about tonight?”

Thankfully Namjoon didn’t have to reveal his true intentions before he had to because Taehyung had just butchered the last verse of “Candy Shop” and it was the next pair’s turn.

“We’re going now!” Namjoon declared, jumping up and rushing to the machine, quickly typing something in and standing up front with his microphone in a death grip before Jimin could even blink.

“I like Namjoon’s energy tonight!” Taehyung cheered. “Kill it, Minjoon. Woo hoo!”

“What did you say?” Yoongi asked.

“Minjoon. Jimin plus Namjoon equals Minjoon. It’s their ship name. I figure all us duet pairs can have one.”

“Um no, my ship name is with my boyfriend and no other man,” Seokjin sniffed.

Yoongi rolled his eyes. He constantly worried that one day his eyes would roll right out of his head if he spent too much time in Seokjin Kim’s presence.

The opening melody of the song Namjoon had chosen had begun to play and Jimin’s smile was growing with every note as he took his place beside him.

“ Do you hear me, I'm talking to you

Across the water across the deep blue ocean

Under the open sky, oh my, baby, I'm trying .”


Namjoon tried to keep his voice steady as he sang the opening verse of Jason Mraz’ “Lucky,” but it grew increasingly difficult when Jimin’s melodious voice joined his and they were singing the words to the chorus.


“Lucky I'm in love with my best friend

Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to becoming home again

Lucky we're in love in every way”

Namjoon knew the whole point of this was to look Jimin in the eyes and sing the lyrics to him not just with him, but the lyrics felt too raw for the way he was feeling and he chickened out. There was no improvement through Lady Antebellum’s “Need You Now” or Elton John’s “Don’t Go Breaking My Heart.” After that one his confidence took a nosedive and he made the next two songs catchy karaoke hits that the entire group could sing with them like “Be Our Guest” and “Party in the U.S.A”.

After that one Yoongi gave him a stern glower and tapped at his watch, a message Namjoon understood loud and clear. They only had the room for two hours and with three pairs that meant about 15 songs each. Namjoon had just wasted a third of his tracklist and he had 10 left to prove a lot.

After Taehyung and Jungkook forced them all to witness them massacre yet another Eminem song, Namjoon moved to the machine and cursed under his breath as he tapped the next one. It was a classic and an iconic duet with lines that spoke for themselves.

“Hell yeah, Grease !” Seokjin shrieked, clapping along with the others as Namjoon’s verse began.

“I got chills--they’re multiplying
And I’m losing control
Cause the power you’re supplying
It’s electrifying!”


Namjoon made sure to mimic Danny Zuko’s exaggerated gestures, spasming his body for the “electrifying” line which made Jimin double over in giggles, making him miss his first two lines. When it came time for the chorus, Namjoon took a quiet breath to calm himself and looked away from the screen to face Jimin.

“ You’re the one that I want
You are the one I want
Oh, honey ” 

Namjoon thought he had made progress because Jimin turned to him too, both of them having the famous song memorized, they sang to each other the rest of the chorus. However, in the next verses Jimin whirled towards their friends and sang to them, making it a group song, which left Namjoon hiding a disappointed grimace. When they finished and received applause (and wolf whistles from Taehyung) they took quick bows and moved to let Seokjin and Yoongi come up.

“That wasn’t enough, dumbass,” Yoongi whispered derisively as he passed.

No shit , Namjoon thought to himself, but he kept that opinion to himself.

“I’m having so much fun!” Jimin exclaimed, grabbing one of Namjoon’s hands and squeezing it. “You’re my favorite duet partner, Joon. Never leave my side. My voice would get lonely without yours to accompany it” he joked.

“I’m enjoying singing with you too,” Namjoon smiled softly.

“The songs you’re picking are all amazing. I can’t wait to see what you choose next.”

Well “next” Namjoon decided he had to up the ante so when he and Jimin were halfway through the duet version of Ed Sheeran’s “Perfect,” he took a risk. Jimin was finishing the second verse when Namjoon pulled him close wrapping one arm around his waist and intertwining the one holding his microphone with Jimin’s so they were holding their microphone out to the other person, a position which had them in very close contact.

“ Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms ,” Namjoon didn’t know if his voice was in tune or if he was flat, sharp, whatever.

Every molecule of his being was focused on the wide-eyed blonde pressed against him. Jimin’s voice never wavered through the rest of the song, but his shock was clear in his body language.

“That was incredible! The theatricality of your performance inspired me,” Taehyung gushed. “Should we try and use props?” he turned to Jungkook.

Yoongi and Seokjin were giving him smug looks as he sat down but Namjoon was worried by Jimin’s silence.

“...Sorry for catching you off guard. I got really into, uh, the song,” Namjoon murmured carefully.

“No no, don’t worry. I assumed you did,” Jimin nodded, eyes trained on the karaoke screen that was queuing up Seokjin and Yoongi’s choice, which was surprisingly “My Heart Will Go On”.

Namjoon kept shooting Jimin peripheral glances, but what he saw didn’t offer any answers. Jimin seemed tense for some reason, though he had a smile on his face, as he always did during karaoke nights. Was Namjoon making him uncomfortable or was he just feeling tired after a long week of work?

On their next turn, Namjoon selected the old Wings love song called “Silly Love Songs,” hoping to make use of the verses where “I love you” was explicitly said, but he noticed how Jimin frowned at the screen when the song began. Feeling shaken, Namjoon took the coward’s way out again, staring fixedly at the text on screen and not daring to breathe in Jimin’s direction. The next two songs were decidedly un romantic and he ignored how disappointed Yoongi and Seokjin looked through his rendition of “I’ll Make a Man Out of You” and Cardi B’s “I Like It.” The second one was on the fly and ended up a complete disaster. Jimin wasn’t the best with fast rap and neither of them spoke Spanish.

Namjoon now had 5 songs left and he felt like he was at square negative one. His palms were openly shaking and one of his legs wouldn’t stop tapping up and down. He wasn’t surprised if he was making the entire karaoke room move with his fidgets and jitters. He also kept running his hands through his hair, ruining some of the effect of the styling gel Seokjin had agonized over when he was helping him get ready earlier. Now Jimin was the one giving him side glances, the concern in his eyes was more than evident.

Namjoon wished he could teleport out of that room or simply stand up and run away, but he was a man of his word and drunk or not, he made a bet with his best friend and he would honor the rules of said bet (informal though it was.) There was also a part of him that was tired. Or more accurately that was exhausted of carrying these feelings and always trying to repress them so Jimin wouldn’t find out. 

Yoongi was right that this was a greater pain. And what if he never confessed but the feelings only continued to fester? Jimin would eventually find a man to marry. Then, he truly would be unattainable and Namjoon would have wasted his only chance to know if there was a possibility for them. Slim thought it was--it existed. They were both single and gay and liked each other as people, so that was step one... Would their friendship survive a rejection? Time would tell, but Namjoon had to know. He couldn’t continue like this.

The countdown went off in Namjoon’s head as he stood to pick the 11th song for he and Jimin.


“Oh damn, the mood changes every time with those two,” he heard Jungkook mutter when the opening melody of Khalid’s “Love Lies” rang out.


The youngest of their group wasn’t wrong. Yoongi and Seokjin had done a couple love songs, but they mostly stuck to Disney songs or old hip hop tracks that had slower raps for Seokjin to show off what “his baby Hobi” had taught him. And Jungkook and Taehyung were either rapping or screaming out annoying pop songs like “Friday.” Taehyung was responsible for the former but Jungkook for the latter. Really, putting them together was a punishment for the entire group. There was no level-headed adult to balance out each one’s insanity.

“ Sorry if it’s hard to catch my vibe ,” Namjoon began, facing Jimin though keeping his face mostly turned towards the screen. 

“ I need a lover to trust, tell my you're on my side
Are you down for the ride?
It's not easy for someone to catch my eye
But I've been waiting for you my whole damn life
For my whole lifetime,"   Namjoon gulped as he finished the verse, as Jimin had mimicked his posture and was watching him deliver every word with an intimidating level of

concentration.

“ I've been so into your mystery

Is it because of our history?

Are you into me?

When it feels so good, but it's bad for you

Can't say I don't want it 'cause I know I do

Come on over, I need your company

Cravin' that synergy ,” Jimin sang.

Namjoon knew he had nodded when Jimin delivered the question in the verse. Are you into me ? Namjoon had nodded because of fucking course he was. If such a simple action could describe how passionately he felt about the man beside him, then Jimin had just learned the truth.

They continued the song and Namjoon watched something flicker through Jimin’s warm brown eyes, a splash of emotion that moved too quickly for Namjoon to decipher it. They finished the song with unsteady breaths from the intensity of the final verse and for several seconds there was a charged silence between them, neither looking away.

An awkward clap began (no doubt by Jungkook) and broke the stillness. Jimin blinked, shaking his head as if he were awakening from a daydream and gave a small laugh.

“Thank you, thank you. My fans adore me,” he said in an over-the-top primadonna voice, which made the others laugh.

The moment passed, but Namjoon knew he had felt something shift. And he knew he’d push it further with the next song, one which Jimin had the opening lines for. As the backing vocals began playing Namjoon heard the little sound of surprise Jimin released and bit back a grin.

“Throwback!” Jungkook shouted, immediately being shushed by Seokjin and Yoongi. “What?” the youngest asked, puzzled.

“ And I can’t stand you
Must everything you do make me wanna smile?
Can I not like you for awhile? (No)” Jimin delivered the verse with the silky smoothness Rihanna had in the original and Namjoon was simply floored by the multitudes of beauty this

one tiny human contained.


When they reached the chorus, the same words were repeated on a wonderfully intense loop.

“ And I hate how much I love you, boy
I can’t stand how much I need you
And I hate how much I love you, boy
But I just can’t let you go…”


This time when the song came to a close their friends remained silent. It wasn’t until the next song in the queue (Jungkook’s pick “Ice Ice Baby) began to blast that the pair moved to their seats.

“Namjoon,” Jimin murmured.

“Hmm?” Namjoon’s heart sped up in his chest as Jimin rested the delicately ringed fingers of his left hand on the elder blonde’s thigh.

“You promised you’d never lie to me, right? The first night we met you told me honesty was the foundation of friendship for you and I admired that. Trusting people isn’t easy for me, but trusting you was...effortless.”

“I d-did promise that,” Namjoon gulped, wondering if omission of a truth was as sinful as outright deceit. Probably?

“If I were to ask you something right now, would you give me an honest answer?” 

The weight of Jimin’s fingers seemed to increase, the heat rising in Namjoon’s cheeks at their proximity and the line of questioning Jimin was preparing. Namjoon knew Jimin wasn’t stupid and that his obliviousness had only lasted so long because Namjoon was whipped but not pathetic (despite what Seokjin may think) and he had hidden it to the best of his ability. Tonight he had made it a point to tear down those walls and let Jimin see inside his heart. And well...Jimin was looking. Unblinkingly.

“What do you want to ask me, Jimin?” Namjoon swallowed around the near-painful dryness in his throat.

“Oh fuck!” Seokjin’s sudden curse broke their bubble of intimacy and they realized Taehyung and Jungkook had finished their song and were now whining at the machine, which was flashing a 5 minute warning.

“Wait, how do we only have 5 minutes? It’s been an hour and a half at the most,” Namjoon said, checking his phone screen for the time.

“I fucked up,” Seokjin groaned. “I thought our reservation was 10 to midnight but it actually started at 10:30.”

“How could you make that mistake?!” Taehyung angrily shrieked.

“I have 50 things happening in my life all at once and I’m still nice enough to plan our monthly hangout!” Seokjin snarled back.

“I plan the biweekly game nights and you don’t see me complaining!”

As the pair began to bicker, Yoongi pulled his phone out of his pocket and sent a text to Namjoon, who instantly saw it pop up on his screen as he still held his own phone in his hand.

4 minutes left. Pick the right song.

Namjoon nodded and slid his phone back into his jacket before standing.

“Joon?” Jimin stood a bit uncertainly, assuming his partner was commandeering the machine for them to finish off their reservation time.

“Sorry, Jiminie, but this one’s a solo,” Namjoon gave him a gentle smile before pressing start and letting his final selection filter through the room.

“Oh,” Jimin realized, slowly sitting on the edge of his seat as he stared up at Jimin with big doe eyes.

“Hell yeah,” Yoongi smirked.

“What’s with all these love songs?” Jungkook wondered.


"Wise men say 
Only fools rush in
But I can't help 
Fallling in love with you

Shall I stay?
Would it be a sin?
If I can't help falling in love with you

Like a river flows
Surely to the sea
Darling, so it goes
Some things are meant to be

Take my hand, take my whole life too
For I can't help falling in love with you..." Namjoon didn’t know if he was doing Elvis’ song justice, but what he did know was that his love had spilled forth and colored every syllable

of every word he sang.

All for Jimin.

The song ended and seconds later the machine beeped a final message, politely asking all guests in the room to head to the front counter if they wished to purchase more time.

But none of the room’s occupants moved a muscle. Yoongi and Seokjin’s eyes flickered between Namjoon and Jimin, Taehyung raised a suspicious eyebrow at their eldest friends’ reactions, and Jungkook was still counting in his head how many love songs had been chosen for that one karaoke night. It seemed like an awful lot…

“You said you had something to ask me,” Namjoon finally broke the silence, words careful and soft, as if he were afraid to upset Jimin and send him running from the room like a spooked mare.

Jimin’s eyes were misty and he had to take a breath to wipe at them with one flick of his palm. He cleared his throat and nodded.



“I did. I do,” he replied.

“Ask me,” Namjoon murmured.

“Joon--Namjoon, do you...do you have feelings for me?”

Jungkook’s jaw dropped as he suddenly put all the pieces together. That’s what all the love songs were for! Oh shit, a confession right before his very eyes--between two of his closest friends!

“Earlier, Yoongi asked me to describe you and I said,” Namjoon paused to give a small chuckle, running a hand through his hair and exhibiting how nervous he still was. “And I said: Jimin is everything beautiful in my life. The playful summer breeze rustling my hair when I’m searching for crabs at the beach; the moon lighting my way home after a draining day at the office… Jimin is the warmth and sweetness of hot cocoa when New York’s shivering through the greatest blizzards.”

Jimin didn’t bother to wipe his eyes anymore because he was openly crying now as Namjoon crouched in front of him, holding one of his hands in his larger palm.

“Do you know why I said all of that?” Namjoon asked, waiting for Jimin to bite his lip and shake his head. “Because I love you, Jiminie. I’m in love with you and I have been for so long.”

Jimin sobbed, letting his forehead fall gently onto Namjoon’s.

“Me too,” the younger blonde whispered through tears.

“Really?” Namjoon felt his own tears spill forward as Jimin instantly nodded, raising his hands to cup Namjoon’s cheeks.

“I love you too. You too, Joonie, you’re beauty and sunlight and starshine and everything in between. You’re my universe. I love you so much,” Jimin gasped, eyes shutting from the force of his emotions.

Namjoon moved to his knees so he had better balance and pulled Jimin into his chest, letting his arms wrap around his petite frame and peppering kisses over his golden locks.

“Love you, Jiminie. Love you so much, angel,” he kept repeating.

Their friends had begun to clap and Seokjin and Taehyung were crying along with them. August 2019’s Karaoke Night was certainly one for the group’s history books.

One Year Later 

“I cannot believe you’re doing this,” Yoongi groaned.

“I think it’s romantic!” Seokjin squealed.

“You also thought Hoseok using the fireworks show at Disneyland to propose was romantic.”

“We were at Disneyland Paris . The most romantic of all the Disneylands and he rented the park for us the entire night. It was breathtaking,” he hissed.

“The guy’s rich but not creative, I guess,” Yoongi sneered.

Before his closest friends could lose themselves in another petty argument, Namjoon stepped in to mediate.

“The Disneyland proposal may not be the most unique, but it was lovely. There was video footage on various news channels, remember? When we were watching it, you said it was cute,” Namjoon raised an eyebrow at Yoongi, who flushed.

“Fine whatever, it was alright.”

“Don’t act like you aren’t going to be disgustingly cheesy when you pop the question to Tae,” Seokjin stuck his tongue out at the musician, whose pale skin turned even redder.

“We aren’t there yet,” he mumbled.

“Ooh he said ‘yet’!” Seokjin squealed again, making Yoongi cover his ears.

“Guys, seriously. Do you think I’m making a mistake? Is it too soon? Is it stupid to do it this way?” Namjoon frowned at the velvet box in his hand.

“No!” Seokjin quickly reassured him. “You’ve known each other for several years and the entire year since you began dating we’ve only seen you two fall deeper for each other. Impossible though that may seem.”

“I was joking, Joon. Your proposal will be perfect, okay? Don’t second guess yourself,” Yoongi added. “Jimin will love it.”

“And he’ll say yes?”

“Of fucking course he will,” Yoongi patted his cheek softly and Namjoon gave a tiny laugh.

“Jimin is going to be my fiancee. And then my husband, oh my god!” he sighed at the idea and Seokjin and Yoongi exchanged a look of fake annoyance.

“You have the song memorized, right?” Yoongi asked.

“Of course! It’s the first song I ever write. Thank you for all your help, Yoongs,” Namjoon smiled at his best friend.

“All I did was clean it up. The lyrics and the melody came from your genius brain. You’re a doctor not a songwriter. What the fuck man? You can’t be good at everything ,” he shoved him playfully.

“I don’t think I’m that good, but I really hope Jiminie likes the song. Every word is dedicated to him. He deserves his own song. He’s too perfect to have to depend on songs written for other people, you know?”

“We know,” Seokjin and Yoongi chorused.

“Oh, sorry. Not the first time I say that, huh?”

“Far from it,” Seokjin chuckled. “But we don’t mind. And yes, before you ask, you can practice it one more time with us before dinner.”

“Thank you!” Namjoon whooped.

This would be the last chance to practice the song he penned before he had to leave for his apartment to shower and change. He was picking Jimin up at his apartment in exactly one hour before their dinner reservation. Then, they had dessert and champagne in a picnic basket in the park, which Jungkook was in charge of organizing. He was also meant to leave the acoustic guitar Taehyung was letting him borrow.

That was when Namjoon would sing Jimin his song and...ask him to marry him.

“Okay, Joonie, go for it!” Seokjin encouraged him, making himself comfortable on Yoongi’s plush couch.

“‘Serendipity’ by Namjoon Kim. Take 49,” Yoongi pretended to hold a clapperboard and signaled for Namjoon to start singing.

“ All of this isn’t just a coincidence
Just, just my own feeling that
The world is different than it was yesterday
Just, just with your joy…”