sᴄᴀɴᴅᴀʟ | ᴍ.ʏɢ + ᴘ.ᴊᴍ

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"Ah, thank you internet." I beamed, watching Suran become nationally hated.

Oh to be alive in this day and age.

'Now, back to you.' I thought, putting my phone down to watch Jimin dance.

He was practicing as I was sitting against the wall of the dance studio.

I had decided I wanted to ask him to be my boyfriend—for real.

It was a big step as I, Min Yoongi, was in love.

For realsies—as Jimin liked to call it.

I wanted to ask him in a special way, I wanted him to know how much I truly loved him.

Because I did.

"He's incredible, isn't he?" I heard a voice next to me.

I looked to see Namjoon sitting next to me, slumped against the wall as I cautiously nodded.

In all honesty, I was so entranced by the dancer in my line of sight I hadn't even felt Namjoon's presence.

"Jimin's used to take dance in high school." Namjoon noted, turning his attention to the boy. "Contemporary."

I tilted my head in thought, unsure of what to ask next before I hummed. "Do you wanna go grab food? I'm sure he's hungry and I really want to ask you about something."

Namjoon looked to me once again as he nodded. "Sure thing."

We got up.

"Yeobo." I called out softly, just loud enough over the music as he turned his head to face us—waving at Namjoon. "We're going to grab some food, we'll be back okay?"

"Okie dokie!" He beamed, going to start his music over once again.

Namjoon and I left the dance studio and began walking down to the lobby.

"So what did you want to ask, Hyung?" Namjoon asked.

'Why am I nervous?'

"Well," I started. "Jimin and I aren't actually dating-"

"You're not?" Namjoon asked, stopping his steps as he looked at me. He the scoffed as we continued. "You guys were my OTP, are you serious?"

I furrowed my brows, wondering what the kid was on about.

"Uh, no, we're not," I added hesitating. "But I want it to be real."

He raised his brows. "Oh, okay." He then slipped his hands into his pockets as we exited the building. "What were you thinking?"

"I want to ask him to be my boyfriend, but I want to make it special you know?"

He nodded.

"I figured you guys would know him better than anyone so I thought to ask you."

Namjoon hummed. "It's true, we would know."

I internally rolled my eyes. 'Don't get smart with me, kid.'

"Jimin is a hopeless romantic at heart." Namjoon began. "If you're going to propose a relationship, you've got to be romantic."

'Ew.'

"Okay, like what?"

"Alright, here's what you're going to do."

Namjoon relayed the plan to me—taking literal fucking years to explain it—as we continued our walk.

We were able to grab our food and walk all the way back to the building before he even took a breath.

"So, what do you think?"

'I was barely even paying attention.'

"Sounds good," I mumbled, a little unsure as we headed back into the dance studio.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" I asked, seeing Jimin laying on the floor; spread out like a starfish as sweat glistened along his forehead.

He looked up at me, and nodded—out of breath. "Y-Yeah, just taking a little break."

"Well we brought you food, come and eat." Namjoon announced, taking a seat next to the wall.

I watched Jimin get up to come join us as the three of us ate.

"Any plans later?" Jimin asked, looking at me.

I shook my head.

"We have practice until 8 tonight, but Hoseok can't make it." Namjoon muttered.

"Really? Is everything okay-"

"Everything's fine." He said, reassuring the youngest as I ate in silence.

Hoseok was going to help me.

Namjoon said Hoseok knew Jimin better than anyone—well, besides Taehyung.

But Taehyung would have to distract Jimin—plus, Hoseok was terrible at keeping secrets.

Jimin nodded. "Hey, Yoongi-Hyung?" He asked. "Do you wanna hangout after practice tonight?"

I nodded. "Yeah, sounds like fun."

Jimin turned pink as I flashed him a smile.

Namjoon scoffed. "Oh my gosh, you guys might as well get married at this point."

Jimin gasped, slapping Namjoon's arm playfully. "Hyung~" He whined. "You're embarrassing me in front of Yoongi-Hyung~!"

I couldn't help but gush at how childish he was acting.

'Oh, if only you knew just how embarrassed you're going to be later, Yeobo.'

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