Fall For Me | Namjoon [√]

epilogue

8 months later

"Oh man holy shit!" Jungkook exclaimed, his doe eyes wider than ever and mouth slightly apart. Same situation with Jimin and Taehyung.

They were both screaming their lungs out, and I couldn't fathom what they were actually saying since the crowd around us was wilder than ever. Everyone hollering, crying out with the utmost strength of their lungs, and without realizing I had joined them too.

"I love I love I love myself! I know know know myself!"

Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi shouted from the stage. Blue lights emitting in the dark place, the trio looking like the stars everyone would wish upon. The audience's eyes were glued to them as they kept on rapping, sweat pouring down their foreheads as they ran around the stage.

"Ya playa hater you should love yourself!" Namjoon shouted into his mike, again the crowd went loud.

"Won't there be more!?" Taehyung said frantically glancing back to the stage and us. "I want more!"

"Maybe some other day!" I yelled against the crazy loudness of the people so he'd be able to hear me. The experience was amazing as always since it was not my first time, watching the trio rap underground on a stage. But it was for Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung.

"He was cool," Jimin mumbled to me as we were outside now. It was broad daylight right outside when inside, the dark bar resembled a midnight of hustle and bustle.

"I'm talking about Namjoon," he added.

That was the reason why I brought him here today, to hear it coming from his own mouth.

"Gee, really?" I crossed my arms over my chest playfully, not before I had snatched the snapback from his head and wore it myself. "I thought you disliked him, Hyung."

"Not exactly. But you know..." He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. Taehyung and Jungkook were still fanboying over the rap performance right beside us.

"Hey." Namjoon approached us with a bright grin on his face. He was clad in a pastel striped shirt, a white tee underneath, faded blue jeans, and as usual, his nerdy glasses. So unlike before when he was wearing a camouflage jacket, a psychedelic white shirt and ripped white pants.

From daddy to baby in five minutes.

"Did you guys wait too long?" He said letting out a small huff of breath of exhaustion.

"Mr Kim!" Jungkook grinned from ear to ear.

"Namjoon hyung!" Taehyung grumbled under his breath.

For some reasons, Taehyung looked furious, though we could see he was faking it. "When will you guys let me join you? Now you three are even talking about releasing a mixtape together!" He said through his tightly pursed lips. "I'm honestly sad." 

"We all know you can't rap for your life, Taehyung," Jimin retorted making the boy frown.

Jungkook chuckled joining Jimin. "Yeah. Apparently, you're not like me who's good at everything."

I rolled my eyes at the idiotic pair. "You narcissistic moron! He can rap, alright! He just needs improvement."

"I'll let you join next time Taehyung. Promise." Namjoon scratched the back of his neck saying. "Liar." Taehyung pouted.

"Oh." Jimin suddenly exclaimed. "Where is Hoseok? I thought I'd ask him if he'd come to the studio this evening."

The world is small, really small. Because only seven months ago, I had realized my brother Jimin and Hoseok were instructors at the same dance studio. My jaw fell apart right there.