마침내┆finally
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the floors were shiny and squeaked whenever taehyung kicked it aggressively with the sole of his sneaker. they rented out the room for the next few hours so the only ones getting annoyed were the boyfriends. they didn't bother him though, not when he was tagging along and sipping sweetly on the cherry slurpee.

"taehyung i swear to god." hoseok said once the beginning of freak show started to play through the speakers.

the boy giggled and chewed on the end of his plastic straw. "kidding, i'll put the right one." taehyung said, scrolling though the playlist to find the track they planned a choreo to.

he enjoyed watching them dance, sometimes joining in too just to goof off and pretend like he knew what he was doing. it was funny watching the couple too, because there was no cliche sweet moments and sudden embraces that turned to more. if anything they got a little competitive and annoyed if one of them wasn't focused enough.

taehyung was like the sigh of relief, coming in with a sweet comment or sudden praise that had the two dancers pausing to smile or acknowledge it too. taehyung was used to being the one to come in like that, the one with the jokes and laughs to fix someone's days.

"you guys should do a freestyle to whatever i pick." taehyung said. after an hour or so he started to film them, using his phone and finding songs on hoseoks.

the kinataro mix started to play and the couple got excited, little smiles and bouncing on the balls of their feets. "i'll go first." hoseok said, and then his body spoke for him, moving to the beat as if it wasn't a freestyle at all and he limbs already knew what to do.

they kept messing around, someone dancing while the other two sat and watched and contributed to noises in the back from behind the camera.

"taehyungs turn." hoseok came over breathing heavily, taking the phone and sitting down to catch his breath and steal some water from his boyfriend. the youngest didn't object, not as he stood from the studio floor and started to show off everything's he's learned after tagging along so many times.

jimin laughed at him but was always mildly impressed, the praise following with a big smile attached to it. he only looked away when his phone rang, seeing his friends name flash across the screen.

"hey what's up." jimin asked, leaning against the mirror and smiling small at the way his boyfriend enthusiastically watched taehyung continue to dance.

"wanna come over." jungkook asked.

"i'm at the studio." the blonde said, which wasn't a no — it was simply a maybe that would have some extras tagging along. "with who?" there was some rustling going on on the other end, probably jungkook doing something which meant he wasn't really listening.

"hoseok and-" jimin barely finished before the ravenette said it was fine and to bring them.

it wasn't unusual for jungkook to randomly ask to hang out, especially if it was last minute. jimin was always more concerned when something well planned and thought out was coming from the ravenette.

jimin hung up after a quick goodbye, nudging hoseoks thigh with the tip of his boot. "jungkook invited us over." he said.

"it's almost midnight." hoseok said, looking down at his watch.

"that mean he probably ordered too much pizza and beer for only himself." jimin knew his friend well, and he happened to be a night owl too. none of them had eaten yet, nothing but some slushees from the gas station. pizza was sounding promising at the moment.

taehyung looked over with a pout when the music stopped, shoulders dropping. "where are we going?" he asked, seeing the other two pick themselves up from the studio floor.

"do you want pizza?" hoseok asked, already seeing the boys face lighten at the mention of it. that was an absolute yes.

"i want to shower first before we head over to his place." jimin said on their way out, going down to the eldests car and climbing inside. it was the mention of a specific pronoun that had taehyung leaning forward between the middle console, looking at his best friend. "his place? who's place?" he asked.

he had assumed they'd order their own. it definitely came as a surprise when jimin said they were going over to jungkooks place.

taehyung hummed and sat back in the seat. at this point in time he hasn't officially met the guy, but he's already watched so many videos and kind of felt like he knows him a little. it was starting to feel weird thinking he was about to meet someone that he felt like he already met — because right now jungkook has no idea who taehyung is, he only thinks he was called weird once on twitter.

they made a quick stop back at the apartment, jimin wanting to shower and change and taehyung did the same. the younger walked into his friends room with two different hoodies in his hands. "is this a no-shoes household?" taehyung asked. "i want to plan my socks accordingly."

jimin was about to make fun of that dumb statement, but then he considered it. "i actually have no idea." jimin said, pulling out two pairs of solid black socks. "but let's be safe." he tossed once to taehyung, which happened to be some of the only socks that both of them actually had matches to.

"what kind of pizza is there?" taehyung asked when they were back in the car.

it was hard to tell if the boy was actually curious or simply nervous. there were times he'd be both quite talkative and others where silence was the way. jimin looked up through the mirror and shrugged, "cheese, probably pineapple. he has a thing for that."

taehyung liked pineapple on pizza too, it was like tropical and saucy mixed into one slice. nothing seemed to be better than that combination.

"turn right up there." jimin told his boyfriend, seeing the parking garage coming up. "and go to the eighth floor." he said.

he's been here countless amount of times, but this was the first time he's actually brought anyone with him. it was weird too, considering it took weeks before jungkook was comfortable enough to invite only jimin over.

jimin loved his friends, and his boyfriend, and they were all sweethearts and he was excited for them to be sweethearts in the same room for once. to say he was excited was an understatement, and to say he knew how tonight was going to go would be a lie.

no one had that power, to tell what would occur in the future — whether that future be years, or weeks, or later than day, or simply the next coming minutes. it was impossible to truly know where one's soul would end up, and their fate being left to that unknown wonder of our futures. maybe it would be nice to know, little hints and details that spoiled the days, but then there would be no adventure, no thrill. there would be no reason to walk up those stairs, open the door, and expect to see a stranger and never know how all that would change.

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