𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙 | the eighth member of bts [ON HOLD]

new year's kiss at times square

"but i'll be cleaning up bottles with you on new year's day"

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Tonight is a big night for Jae and Namjoon. Tonight is the night they would reveal to the world that they have been dating. With a New Year's kiss.

There they stood in Times Square, less than a minute before the ball drop. Jae feels a large hand wrap around her own significantly smaller one, squeezing it comfortingly; Namjoon must see the worry on her face. "You ready?" he whispers into her ear.

"No," she replies. "Let's do it."

They first discussed the topic on the plane ride to New York, and they decided that they had been dating long enough for them to reveal it, and the others agreed, as well. And besides, they all trust ARMY to support the two through their relationship.

The rest boys all look at the couple with reassurance. No words are exchanged, but they all share a knowing look and nod as the countdown starts.

"Ten, nine, eight..."

"Are you sure?"

"Seven, six, five..."

"Yeah, I'm ready."

"Four..."

"Fine by me." Not bothering to watch the ball drop anymore, they turn to face one another and look into each other's eyes.

"Three, two, one!"

They both inhale, bracing themselves, not for the kiss, but for peoples' reactions to the kiss.

"Happy New Year!"

And, at that, she wraps her arms around his neck; he wraps his own around her waist.

Their lips meet.

For a few moments, nothing else matters. Not the people around them, nor the comments they may be making. The only thing that matters to Jae is Namjoon.

The kiss seems to last forever, his lips fitting perfectly with hers. But unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. They reluctantly pull apart, breathing heavily. Jae leans against Namjoon's chest and brings her arms down to his torso, pulling him into a tight hug, and squeezing her eyes shut. She smiles proudly. "We did it, Joon!"

Her feet suddenly lift from the ground, and she feels weightless as her whole body is spun around. As soon as her feet are on solid ground once more, her face is peppered with tons of sweet kisses from the soft lips of none other than Kim Namjoon. "Yes, we did, baby!"

Jar leans up on her tip-toes and gives him a quick peck on the lips. "Happy New Year, Namjoon."

"Happy New Year, Jaehwa."

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cheers to a new year,
a new decade,
and to you, my dear reader.

—grace