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.

"Yeah, where is Hoseok and Yoongi by the way?" I asked Namjoon who simply shrugged.

"Wherever they are, they're probably together," he replied casually.

Since I had introduced Hoseok to Namjoon and Yoongi months ago, and later when they got closer to each other, Hoseok and Yoongi would always be seen together. Namjoon lived in Ilsan anyway, hence it was normal for the other two to spend more time together.

"Alright!" Jimin said sarcastically putting his arms over his chest. "I won't be surprised if I hear them dating each other one of these days."

Namjoon and I shared a glance. Namjoon then scratched the back of his head as he said, "well, Yoongi is gay and he's been single for a good while now."

Why hadn't I thought of this? I started nodding frantically to myself as I mentally put two and two together. "And Hoseok once told me he didn't have a sexual preference when it came to dating!"

"That means he's pansexual," Namjoon smiled at me.

"Good for him," Jungkook mumbled in a soft and low voice.

"Yeah, good for him," Taehyung agreed.

"It's still hard for me to acknowledge that Soomi isn't gay," Jimin said as if he was talking to himself. Jungkook and Taehyung gave me a glance and I could tell they were thinking the same.

"You never know," I winked at them mischievously. "I think I'd be fine if I had found myself falling into no sexual orientation at all. What's better than accepting yourself the way you are?"

"But you're not into 'no' sexual orientation." Jimin pointed to Namjoon with his eyes.

I felt Namjoon tugging on the sleeve of my sweatshirt, and I could feel the message he was sending through the small gesture. He was proud of me that I had learnt to accept myself.

I did fall into that 'no' category, in a sense that I harboured no physical or mental attraction whatsoever until I had met Namjoon. That thing didn't bug me at all.

Even without the romance, and, or sex part Namjoon would've accepted me, and most importantly, he made me realize that I would too.

I was childish, brash, and crazy, but I was okay the way I was.

***

"Shouldn't you go home now?" Namjoon came out of the shower fully dressed, wearing a oversized sweatshirt and trousers. Seeing that I was a little disappointed. In fanfictions don't they always come out the shower wearing only a towel or bathrobe or something?

He kept rubbing his hair with a white towel, his half wet hair sticking up to every direction possible. Yet, he looked handsome. I almost drooled on the sight as I sat up from my lying position.

"You were even lying there." He gave me a quick glance from head to toe. "It's already past midnight, go home Soomi. I'll call an uber"

"No one's there." I pouted fiddling with my phone. "Home's empty right now."

"Yeah but this is a motel. And you're lying on my bed." He stood with arms on his hips, giving me a dead serious expression.

"So?"

"So I'm sleepy." He deadpanned. "And tired. We can meet again tomorrow. I'm here for three more days anyway."

"Alright, you don't wanna hear the thing I wanted to say. You would've been so glad to hear it though. It was a surprise." I shrugged as I started getting up from the bed to leave.

"Wait, wait." Namjoon gestured his hands at me to sit down again. He quickly approached me but sat on the floor instead of the bed and then looked up at me with big happy eyes, smiling. "Are you finally going to say that you like me today?!"

I was on the side of the bed, sitting there with my legs up, and seeing him staring up at me with that-god-darn glimmering eyes of his almost got me flustered there.

"Of course not that." I growled. His smile disappeared.

"I even told you about expensive girl before! Do you know how hard it was for me to come clean about a shitty song I wrote in my horny, teen years?" A crease appeared in the middle of his perfectly shaped eyebrows as he vented. "My friends made fun of me about that for ages. I absolutely despise talking about it."

I rolled my head upwards, the sudden thought of his song expensive girl and the unholy lyrics veering through my mind. I quickly shook my head to the sides.

"That still gives me nightmares," I retorted making him frown even more.

"Yeah, we don't talk about that just like we don't talk about your daddy kinks."

My eyes went wide, cheeks suddenly becoming warm. "I don't," I protested instantly.

"You're blushing," he said, amused, putting his hands on the bed and propping his chin on his palms.

"Shut up!" I tried to yell, but my voice came out meek and low which made him chuckle in his deep voice, looking more entertained than ever.

"Hmm.. So what did you want to say?" His eyes twinkled, biting on his full lips he asked.

Such a tease!

I looked away, too nervous and shy to keep my eyes on his. "I got accepted in a university in Philadelphia. It's in your area."

"You.. what?!" Namjoon shouted straightening up in his sitting position. "Why are you only telling me this now! Wow I-"

"Yeah." I nodded. "I'm pretty amazing."

"I'm—" Namjoon looked like he was in lose of words. "That's such a great news!" He said suddenly slapping his cheeks with both of his hand and he stayed like that, his face squished by his hands. Then he looked up at me again.

"I-I can't believe it Soomi. And on the right time! I can't believe we can be there together!"

Seeing him so happy like a child, as if they had gotten the gift they always wanted for Christmas, almost made me tear up.

"Where is it! Which university!" He asked, still looking puzzled.

That's when I started smirking sneakily, as if I had the biggest plans in my hands.

"Your one," I replied with a smug look on my face. "The one you're going to work at."

Namjoon's eyes slowly went wide, and wider. His jaw rolling on the tiled floor. "You mean?"

"Yeah." I shrugged. "We would have to continue as a student and teacher yet again."

Namjoon was so shocked he couldn't say anything. He kept quite for the time being, albeit his mouth hung open, his eyes pouring out of his sockets as if he couldn't process all of this.

"What?" I snapped my fingers at him.

"You sneaky little-" He brawled. From his look, I could see he was actually happy inside.

I lowered my head, matching my eye level to his. Then I leaned in, closing the gap between us so quickly that his face went from shocked to a flustered one.

"Well, shouldn't I keep an eye on my prey?" I saw him gulp hard as I said, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down with that. "I should keep an eye on you so you don't fall for anyone else."

Saying that I traced my fingers on his collarbone, inching closer to his face, his eyes were glued to my lips.

But I moved back with that, his motorbike's keys dangling in my hand.

"Really? You took a shower with the keys so I couldn't steal it?"

He was stunned for a second but then his face got washed with disappointment which soon, turned into a scowl.

"Yep." I jumped up from the bed, excitedly making my way towards the door to leave but before that I looked back again. "I'm driving the bike today. You're sitting behind me."

I then showed him the keys, waving them in the air playfully. "Let's go teacher-nim, and maybe someday you’ll actually understand that me telling you to go on a bike ride with me at midnight, is also a form of me telling you that, maybe, I do like you."