MIYI'S POV

I quickly ended the chat when I saw Jimin storming out from the practice room, pacing off to somewhere. He seemed frustrated, so I followed him, feeling nervous.

He sat on the bench of the mini garden and groaned in frustration, punching the stone seat. I ran upto him, stopping him from hurting himself anymore.

I held onto his hand before he could punch the seat again. He looked up with a bewildered gaze and pounced up from the seat, looking nowhere particular.

"Um... Noona... I, just..."

"Punched the poor bench!" I completed the sentence.

"Ahh... Yeah. Shit. Sorry," he blubbered, his hand reaching the back of his neck.

"Sorry to the bench?" I raised my brows in slight amusement.

"Yeah, um.. sorry bench..."

I stifled a laugh, "Do you hear yourself?" I sat on the bench and patted beside me, gesturing him to sit down.

"Oh no. Noona, you continue. I have some work-"

"Just sit while I say so," I added quite sternly, playing my 'Noona' card to which he just had to comply.

"Yeah? Now what Dami did?" I asked and he looked back, bemused.

"I am seeing from the past few days. Aren't you guys being too garrulous?"

"It was my fault. I yelled without reason," he reasoned.

"You... You yelled at her? For real?"

He nodded sadly, his lips caught between a pout and a scowl. Even though, he shouldn't be yelling over her, his guilt didn't let me accuse him.

"Why?"

"It was just that ... She was so fond of your producer that she wasn't concentrating on the steps and all..."

"You mean Byun?" I asked and he nodded again.

"Bro, he's like our brother. We've grown up together. He has been producing each of our songs!"

"I know... But why did he have to be so handsome?" He sulked.

What? He's gay?

"It makes me insecure," he added clearly.

"Insecure? Of your looks?"

"That Dami would like him. He is close to her, she seems really fond of him. It irks me, he is as volatile as her, tech-savvy, a weeb... He is everything that I am not."

He loves Dami.

"And you are everything that he isn't. Humans aren't similar. And if you think that people fall in love because of similar interests and all. No. They may be attracted by those feats but they fall in love with the person and not his attributes. Their soul and not their countenance."

"But... He's perfect."

"And so are you. In your way. And you yelled at Dami!! I interpret she'll be here in any time. I don't know that she'll be yelling back or apologising. But she'll be here, I know-"

"There she is," he interrupted me. I looked up and so acknown, Dami walking with a speed towards us.

Jimin gulped on witnessing her agitated face and I slightly smiled.

Dami deliberately took one of Jimin's hand and one mine in both of her hands and pulled us onto somewhere.

"Hey, Dami? What's up?" I questioned, following her.

"Just follow me."

"I'm sorry Dami. Mi Noona did nothing," Jimin added and I just laughed at his naivety.

She got into the studio where Jin was already there. He seemed surprised on witnessing us. She left our hands and turned to meet Jimin's eyes.

"Whats-"

"Jimin, I love you," Dami spoke instantly, interrupting Jin. My jaw dropped and I could feel the incredulity on Jimin's face. I sided off a little, standing beside Jin.

"I..." Jimin mumbled.

"It hurts me when you yell at me like that. Never do it again. I could have been wearing my heart glasses but I need no shades. I am here, with my honest eyes. I genuinely love you. I have been feeling this from a time but thwarted out the thought of being in love. But-"

She was interrupted when Jimin cupped her cheeks and kissed her right in the moment. I gasped softly and looked at Jin whose expressions were as much bewildered. Our eyes met and we looked away awkwardly. A very weird feeling dancing in my chest.

They parted. "I love you too, Dami," he added but before Dami could respond, Jin deliberately kicked Jimin to which he yelped.

"Do we kiss infront of our elders like that? Where's your morals?" He grunted, smacking his arm.

Dami chuckled, "We do kiss in marriages!"

"Uhm... Dami, really?" I questioned with a raised brow and folded arms. She gave me an awkward smile.

"Let's celebrate!" Dami let out enthusiastically.

"Yeah!" Jimin blubbered only to recieve another smack from Jin.

"We should tell everyone?" I questioned.

"Not yet please," Jimin added.

"We'll do it with our pace," Dami continued and we nodded.

"Then what celebration?" I asked.

"A night out!" Jimin added.

Yeah sure! Next day headlines - BTS and DAWN members married to each other, have twenty children.

"No!" Jin added reasonably.

"Okay, so let's just drink in the building! We can celebrate and pass out."

"You... You wanna pass out?" I judged but she nodded.

"I'm up," Jimin said and there goes another smack.

"You're always up for drinking, huh?" Jin chided.

"Please oppa. Just today," Dami spoke and Jin massaged his forehead.

"Alright. I'm up too," he said and everyone turned towards me. I just had to nod.

Jin snapped his fingers, "Let's go to my friend's hotel. It's the best for privacy and he's been calling me forever!"

"Is the food good," I asked and he nodded.

Okay then. Let's drink and pass out?!

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