Work Text:
There’s only three hours until midnight and Seokjin has no idea what the plan is, which was probably Taehyung’s plan all along.
He’s a firm believer in good things will come to those who wait , and therefore refuses to make plans for just about anything at all, but particularly when it comes to their social lives. It’s New Years Eve and they’re cramped inside Taehyung and Jimin’s apartment just like the year before and the year before that; empty soju bottles litter the countertop and Hoseok’s loud laugh echoes from somewhere across the room, Seokjin’s champagne crackles in his glass and tickles his nose when he takes a drink.
In previous years he’s felt anxious not knowing where he’d end up for the night, this year he feels weightless and warm, Taehyung has never let them down before and plus he’s three glasses in, feeling pliant towards whatever comes next.
Jimin is propped up on the counter beside him, lolling his head in time with Jungkook’s rolling with the homies playlist, on his other side Taehyung is flicking through snapchat stories, tongue poking out the corner of his lips in concentration. Usually Seokjin would be worried, but they’re running out of time and business is business.
“Find anything worthwhile, Taehyungie?” Jimin asks, dinking his cup on the crown of Taehyung’s head.
“Mayhaps.” Taehyung grins at them, holding his phone close to his chest. “One question, to be classy, or not to be classy?”
Seokjin hums, cocking his head to the side, “That is the question, isn’t it?”
“It is.” Jimin agrees.
“Classy,” Seokjin ponders, shivering at the hazy memories from last year.
Jimin nods his head, “Of course. But a little trashy.”
“Just a little bit.” Taehyung confirms, nodding and biting back a sly grin but is betrayed by the devilish twinkle in his eye.
“So is it decided?” Seokjin prods, poking at the sweet smile line on Taehyung’s cheek. His skin looks soft, particularly in the pretty fairy lights that Jimin hung up for festivities sake, Seokjin keeps forgetting to ask about his skincare routine but makes a mental note to try to remember for later(how is he so poreless ).
Taehyung meets his eyes and Seokjin swears his pupils dilate, suddenly looking dark and warm when they’re on him. He smiles, wide and mischievous. “So it’s decided.”
⇤⇥
The streets are loud and bright, the breeze bites at their skin but they’re too warm to feel it or to care at all. Flooding down the sidewalk are groups and pairs, all meandering from bar to bar throughout the city, there’s a livelihood in the air that reminds Seokjin why this is one of his favorite nights of the year.
Even Namjoon is pink in the cheeks with drink, his too-long limbs tangling with themselves as they make their way, Yoongi is perched on Jungkook’s back and Jimin does cartwheels through the snow, but it’s Taehyung who always seems to catch Seokjin’s attention. His laugh booms through the streets, he throws his head back and exposes the smooth expanse of his skin, his smile is electrified by the warm streetlights and Seokjin is enchanted. He knows he’s staring, but then again so are half of the people walking past them so he tries not to think too much into it.
Hoseok puffs on some sort of floral blend beside him, rose if Seokjin had to guess, a comfortable and nostalgic scent wafting around them, he nudges Seokjin.
“You think this’ll finally be the year?” He says quietly, he sounds casual but Seokjin has been around long enough to know that it most definitely is not casual. Someone asks every year, he’s considered asking Taehyung if they ask him too, but the idea makes Seokjin’s mouth fill with the warm, warning saliva of nausea, so he never does.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Seokjin answers back innocently, plucking the spliff from Hoseok’s fingers to take a drag himself; the relief is instant and the taste slightly sweet on his tongue, everything gets fuzzier, but better. It is New Years, after all.
Hoseok laughs and swerves to bump shoulders with him, “Jimin and Jungkook have a pool going about it.” he informs him, fluttering his eyelashes when Seokjin spares him a squinty glance. “I was sworn to secrecy about it, of course.”
“Of course.” Seokjin snorts, “So it’s safe to say that you are also participating in this terribly inappropriate pool about my pathetic unrequited feelings, right?”
“Obviously.” Hoseok lowers his voice to an excited whisper, “The winner gets free drinks for three months , honestly you should get in on it hyung.”
Seokjin groans loudly and drops a shoulder around Hoseok, watching their feet move in synchronicity as they walk along. “You know I don’t gamble, Hoseok.”
Everyone asked about it at one point or another over the last few years, they’d catch a touch that lingered a breath too long or a silent conversation, hear the giggles of an inside joke. But Seokjin never had an answer that they were looking for, we’re just friends.
Just friends.
⇤⇥
Last year they ended up at a frat party after a unanimous and unsurprising vote for trashy, the scent of stale beer and the sight of a human body flying from the railing onto a pong table still haunts him to this day, but this is no frat house. Seokjin laughs breathily in disbelief, frozen just in front of a wide set of spectacularly white marble stairs with his best friends, beyond that was a room full of beautiful(and rich) people who probably wear jewelry that costs more than all of their apartments combined.
It’s a penthouse apartment at the edge of downtown, one that can only be reached after a lengthy ride in a gold trimmed elevator. They were joined on the sixth floor by a gaggle of gaudily dressed party goers, they were covered in shimmering dust and smelled like expensive liquor and perfume; Taehyung seemed unbothered, like he had never been more comfortable in his life. Like he belonged there. One of the women with pearls the size of Seokjin’s uvula shakes a bottle of brut and Seokjin could swear time stopped; everything felt golden around the edges, time moved slowly as a shower of champagne rained down on them-- he wished he could take a photo and live it forever. All of them dobbling in laughter, warm and fuzzy. Seokjin knew that there would be much of this night that he wouldn’t remember, but that one. That one he would keep forever.
Over the shoulder of a man in a velvet coat, Seokjin found Taehyung. He and Jimin were laughing, clutching onto one another when champagne bubbled from Namjoon’s nose, he’d remember that, too. Seokjin blinked, Taehyung tilted his head up and smiled towards the mirrored ceiling. He couldn’t help it. Seokjin looked, too, following Taehyung’s gaze. They locked and Seokjin stumbled on his feet, but couldn’t look away.
Something about Taehyung always caught his eye.
They all flood out into the immaculate foyer and stop dead in their tracks; none of them got the dress code memo, each of them sporting a variation of jeans and sweaters— or in Taehyung’s case his signature wide pants and flowing button up(which Seokjin does not think is adorable and unique and flattering and. He digresses). They stick out like a sore thumb, but Seokjin doesn’t care. It doesn’t seem like anyone at all does.
Immediately Seokjin notices the music, the way the floor almost vibrates under his feet and tingles up to his knees; it’s dark, but in an expensive way(nothing like Jimin’s fairylights), more like a club except fucking expensive . Deep purple lights wash over everyone but several experpty placed crystal disco balls catch the gems, shimmers of the crowd beneath them-- it feels like a dream.
They’re immediately offered a glass of something sparkling and sweet by a pretty cocktail waitress, something very, very welcome at the moment. Jungkook slurps his with wide eyes.
“This is much better than a frat.” He sips again, “Yeah, much better. This is nice.”
Jimin is already chasing after the server for a second(fourth, Seokjin counted) glass. Namjoon looks skeptical but seems to enjoy downing his glass in a couple long gulps, eyes scanning the crowd and people who brush past them. “Taehyung,” he starts, “not that it matters or anything, but for the sake of the situation, who do we know here?”
Taehyung gives him a look and shrugs, points at a random party goer. “Well that looks like my uncle right there, Yoongi hyung if I’m not mistaken I think that’s your cousin. So weird.”
“Like a family reunion.” Seokjin quips lightly, nodding along as he debates an estranged but totally cool and rich aunt or idol brother. Taehyung laughs like he’s the funniest person alive, Seokjin notices. He always notices, but he like really notices this time, he loves Taehyung’s laugh god is it hot in here?
Blinking the last bottle of soju from his eyes, Yoongi nods, his voice reminding Seokjin that he has a human body that is probably not acting very human(why is Taehyung looking at him like that?).
“Gosh, you’re right. Wow I should probably go say hello,” Yoongi feigns, “Jungkook why don’t you come with me? It’s only polite.” Which at that point they all know means that Yoongi has probably spotted a nice corner or something he wants to tuck Jungkook into. They disappear into the mass of people and not a moment later Hoseok has convinced Namjoon to take a seat at the blackjack table and it’s just them. Just Taehyung and Seokjin.
Nursing his glass, Seokjin leans against the wall and watches Taehyung calculating his next move. Their eyes meet and Taehyung waggles his brow, Seokjin thinks he wiggles back.
Taehyung glides over and holds out a hand, “Shall we?”
Seokjin bats it away with a laugh, the one that embarasses the shit out of him on a daily basis but as if on queue Taehyung says, “God I love your laugh.” and then he’s tugging Seokjin out into the depths of the party.
⇤⇥
The funny thing about being drunk is that time either goes by achingly slow, or it flies by.
Between the drinks that tasted too good and loud music that made his insides jump, Seokjin didn’t think to think . Not about anything but the now(he loves New Years).
There were so many faces but Seokjin mostly remembers Taehyung’s. When the light caught his eyes in just the right way, always on Seokjin, always creased with a laugh or something else . So many scents; perfume and liquor, fancy cigar smoke and money.. but he remembers Taehyung tucking against his chest as they regrouped in a crowded kitchen, Taehyung smelled like strawberries and some stupid versace cologne(that Seokjin bought him for his birthday last year).
He remembers Hoseok’s pink ears, clinging to Namjoon’s arm and laughing about something he does not actually remember, but now he can only think of Taehyung.
Taehyung hiding his laugh in Seokjin’s shoulder, Taehyung locking their fingers together and pulling Seokjin back into the crowd. There’s a massive clock counting down that is projected on the slanted cathedral ceiling.
11:55.
⇤⇥
Deep in the deepest pit of the party Seokjin and Taehyung are pressed close, their friends hovering just around them(even in a group of hundreds they stick together, Seokjin will remember this too). Jimin taps Seokjin’s shoulder, the lights begin to flash brighter, more colors like deep pinks and red, blue and green, Jimin is saying something to him but Seokjin can’t hear what it is. His fingers are still holding Taehyung’s, Taehyung is holding back.
Seokjin leans closer as Jimin tiptoes up to reach his ear(Taehyung squeezes).
“Now’s your chance, hyung.” Jimin says, pulling away with a bright smile. He nods reassuringly as Seokjin blinks back. “Go on.” He mouths.
Now’s your chance.
There’s hardly any space between them but Taehyung holds his hand tightly as he sways back and forth to the music with Hoseok, Yoongi hoots loudly with a bottle raised to the air, Taehyung holds tight like he doesn’t want Seokjin to let go. So he doesn’t.
Around them people start to flutter about just a little bit more, they pack in a little bit tighter, grab onto one another as the last sixty seconds begin to count down.
Taehyung turns to face him.
11:59.
⇤⇥
People are counting down all around them, but it sounds like nothing. Like white noise. All Seokjin can hear is the thump of his heart in his ears, all he can feel is Taehyung’s hand in his own, where their arms brush and knees bump.
45...44...43…
Everyone is looking up, but Taehyung looks at Seokjin and smiles, bouncing on his feet as the seconds tick by. He looks happy, Seokjin feels happy as his stomach does weird flips around a swarm of butterflies-- Taehyung feels closer, he might be leaning closer and Seokjin’s breath hitches.
35...34...33…
Taehyung wraps his arms around Seokjin’s shoulders, lips close to his ear. “Do you think this will be the year?”
⇤⇥
He groans. Seokjin groans, a pained, gurgled noise in the back of his throat. His eyes squeeze shut and he just barely peaks open to look at Taehyung.
“They got you too, huh?”
“Every year.” Taehyung nearly has to shout back, everyone around them is getting louder, more restless and excited. This feels like a movie, some stupid rom-com. But Seokjin secretly loves rom-coms, and so does Taehyung.
“Damn, that’s crazy.”
“So crazy,” Taehyung agrees, creasing his brow to look serious. His eyes glint, a Namjoon shaped human bumps into them as Jungkook starts jumping around. “Wouldn’t it also be crazy if we ended up winning the bet?”
Seokjin purses his lips and nods, not trying very hard to fight back a grin. His hand is on the small of Taehyung’s back, Taehyung doesn’t move. His hand is on the back of Seokjin’s neck, his face is so close .
16...15...14...
⇤⇥
“We’re guna get so hammered all the time.” Seokjin tells him, his fingers curl in the fabric of Taehyung’s shirt-- his skin feels warm, he wonders if Taehyung’s heart is beating as fast as his is right now. “Spend all of their money.”
“All of it.” Taehyung agrees, giving him a look that Seokjin is pretty sure that he’s never seen before. He would remember this look for sure. He will remember this look for sure. He’s looking at Seokjin like he’s something . “Finally our favorite hyung will be the one being treated.”
Hesitantly, with the world going wildly around them, Seokjin reaches up to touch Taehyung’s cheek; he’s in disbelief, this can’t be real. But Taehyung’s skin is as soft as it looks and he leans into the touch, or maybe Seokjin is leaning(his legs do be feeling like jell-o).
“Our favorite hyung, huh?” Seokjin muses.
Taehyung’s hand is on his hip, raises his brows and makes a matter-of-fact face. “You’re right, I’m definitely Jimin’s favorite.”
Seokjin pinches his side, the tickle spot that makes Taehyung yelp but only grip onto him tighter. “Don’t be offended, you’re my favorite, and that’s what matters.”
“That’s what matters.”
9...8...7…
⇤⇥
Everyone around them erupts, latching onto the one person they want to start the new year with. Somewhere beside them Yoongi and Jungkook are together, he doesn’t worry about the others because Jimin will kiss all of them and impressively accomplish doing so all within the first ten seconds of the new year.
Seokjin has kissed Jimin too many times to count, Yoongi once when they were fifteen and newly gay and Hoseok on a dare, but never Taehyung. Not once. Not when they were drunk or high(it’s recreational), on a dare, not ever. But man was it fun to fantasize(he’s never admitted that before).
Something about Taehyung always drew him in, everything about Taehyung drew him in. And he doesn’t think that he’s ever not believed in vibes, and maybe he spends too much time with Namjoon, but Taehyung just has this vibe about him. It makes Seokjin feel like himself, and so effortlessly so.
So many times has Seokjin looked at him and had an intrusive thought scream at him just to go for it, kiss Taehyung during golden hours in his apartment or when he’s stealing meat from Seokjin’s plate. So many times.
“Okay?”
“Okay.”
3...2...1…
⇤⇥
They meet in the middle.
Cheers erupt from every corner of the room but mostly in their ears(it seems as though everyone elses kiss has been deliberately cut short this year), from all around them something sends golden, shimmering confetti into the air.
It’s the little things that make kissing Taehyung so sweet, the moments where they could have but didn’t, wanted to but couldn’t. It’s how he slowly fell in love with his best friend.
His lips are soft, both of his hands cupping Seokjin’s face; he tastes like fizzy drinks and a hint of something sweet and Seokjin is drunk . Drunk on infinite drinks and Taehyung, mostly Taehyung.
They kiss until bodies start to shuffle again, everyone ready to get back to the party but fuck Seokjin doesn’t want to let go-- he feels Taehyung’s tongue trace his bottom lip and fingers move to his hair, he thinks his knees buckle slightly but he grips onto Taehyung’s waist and he feels grounded. He will remember this.
When they finally pull apart, it doesn’t matter. They stand there staring dumbly at one another, if Seokjin’s smile is even near as stupid and starstruck as Taehyung’s he can imagine the field day their friends are having-- but it doesn’t matter.
“Happy New Year?” Seokjin tries, wondering but not really caring how ridiculous he must sound, Taehyung just laughs, throws his head back and shakes his head at Seokjin like he’s just in awe.
“Fuck yeah it’s a happy new year!” Hoseok bombards, forcing himself between them with an arm around each of their shoulders.
The party continues, they don’t say anything.
They drink and then maybe drink a little bit more, they mingle and chat and exist .. But every time Seokjin worries, Taehyung is right beside him.
⇤⇥
When the party is long over and lights are out back in Jimin’s apartment, Taehyung and Seokjin lay at opposite ends of the couch.
On the floor Namjoon’s soft snoring whirs like a fan, something Seokjin has grown used to and would usually fall asleep to but Taehyung’s leg is pressing against his and he feels like he can feel him breathing .
Maybe he’s drunk, he is drunk. His stomach feels sloshy and eyes heavy, everything hazy. But Taehyung is electric , his token to remind him what was real.
Taehyung’s hand lingered on his thigh in the uber home, even when he was pouring a drink into Jimin’s mouth, even when he was singing with Namjoon. He waited outside the car for Seokjin as everyone else shuffled(stumbled, whatever.)inside. Even when Seokjin demonstrated his famous slut drop he knew Taehyung’s eyes were on him(something about that made Seokjin’s monkey brain kick into overdrive).
When everyone else was violently kicking their shoes off inside, Seokjin swerved, he didn’t think about why. After blinking approximately one time(1) very slowly, he had backed himself against the wall beside the door but saw Taehyung, he reached out for him as he cocked his head to the side.
“I think you’re pretty” Seokjin said. He could feel his lips moving slower than normal(numb from Taehyung’s kiss).
Taehyung, tucking himself between Seokjin’s knees, looked so unapologetically Taehyung . Top two buttons undone, dark curls a bit mussed and hanging in his eyes, it was deadly but his smile made Seokjin choke; he had to lay his palms flat on the wall for a moment, needing to stop the room from tilting only for Taehyung to grab them, letting them hang on either side of their hips(so much better than the wall).
“That’s so crazy, I told Jimin the same thing about you earlier.” Taehyung says matter-of-factly.
“I mean it. You’re really pretty and it’s stupid.”
“You’re stupid.”
“What happened to me being your favorite hyung? Is nothing sacred anymore?”
Taehyung laughed, leaning against Seokjin a bit-- he always got a little wobbly after drinking.
“Depends on whether or not you’re going to tell me that I’m your favorite.”
Dropping his head back against the wall, Seokjin untangled a hand to pull Taehyung closer, he couldn’t help himself and Taehyung didn’t stop him; his chest was against Seokjin’s, hips aligned.
It was more. It was a lot more than what Seokjin expected, than he ever imagined. They’ve done nothing but kiss but he felt like he’s been flirting with a live wire the entire night-- maybe it was the alcohol drowning his system or maybe it was just Taehyung, or probably both.
The tiniest bit of friction between them had Seokjin gasping sharply, something that seemed to trigger something in Taehyung. His lips attached to Seokjin’s neck, hips pressing forward. A puddle. Seokjin felt like a puddle but his monkey brain was doing the most, it had him digging his nails into Taehyung’s hips and a soft moan falling from his hips.
Nothing had ever felt better, he was sure of it. Nothing felt so good beneath his touch or tasted so sweet, nobody has ever sounded like so much with their lips against his ear.
Seokjin buries his face in the crook of Taehyung’s neck. “My favorite.”
And then Taehyung was the one pressed against the wall, caged in by Seokjin’s arms as they panted into one another’s mouths-- hands slid over thighs, up their chests and tangled in their hair. Taehyung nibbled on his lip and Seokjin had most definitely never moaned in a hallway before but it was first time for anything, he guessed. He’d do anything for Taehyung, he’d do anything with Taehyung.
He didn’t care that the neighbors would hear, he didn’t care that their friends were a dangerous few feet away. And neither did Taehyung.
Lips attached to Taehyung’s neck, Seokjin was the one to pull away.
Something stopped him.
He wanted Taehyung, but he wanted him tomorrow too.
“I want to wait.” Seokjin said, not really knowing what exactly he wanted to wait for, though he definitely had a few ideas.
Taehyung kissed his cheek softly and led him inside, they went inside and waited.
They ate the nachos that Jungkook made(stale doritos and slices of unmelted cheese), they tolerated being the butt of a few jokes, made jokes themselves, and eventually took turns holding a damp cloth to the back of a puking Hoseok’s neck. It felt natural, not that everything doesn’t feel natural when you’re hammered, but it felt natural and better knowing that something has changed.
Padding back from a trip to the bathroom(this time to bring Hoseok a pillow), Seokjin found Namjoon absolutely knocked out, so he covered him with a blanket and focused a bit too much on getting the corners aligned. He knew Taehyung was on the couch, he felt Taehyung watching him and maybe he stumbled a bit on the way to join him.
It made him suddenly nervous, all of it. The idea of sleeping with Taehyung, sleeping with Taehyung after what had happened. He laid down at the opposite end without a word, and Taehyung followed silently.
He easily dropped a leg over Seokjin’s, as though he just wanted to touch in whatever way he could. He didn’t press, he said nothing.
Taehyung didn’t have a plan, he never did, but he always seemed to know just what to do.
⇤⇥
When all is said and done, when it’s dark and everyone(they pretend not to hear Yoongi and Jungkook) is passed out on one surface or another, it’s quiet. Quieter than it has been the entire night, and Seokjin can finally hear himself thinking. And thinking is fucking hard .
The only thing louder than the sound of his own thoughts and heartbeat is whatever Taehyung is thinking about; the silence is deafening, Taehyung wiggles his toe against Seokjin’s hip, back and forth, back and forth.
“I can hear you thinking.” Seokjin whispers, sitting up a little bit. There’s only a dim light from the kitchen, but it’s enough to see Taehyung’s gentle silhouette-- a little blurry around the edges, but beautiful.
“Huh, can’t come up with even one thing I could possibly be thinking about.” Taehyung muses softly, pointedly poking him in the rib this time..
Seokjin chuckles and grabs Taehyung’s toe, but feels the room get heavy again. “Taehyung, talk to me.”
“I’m like, on borderline freakout mode hyung.” Taehyung admits quickly, sitting up in a way that Seokjin can’t currently imagine doing, given the contents of his stomach. But Seokjin frowns and sits up a little more himself as Taehyung pulls his hands into his lap. “Are you freaking out too? Like please tell me you are too, even just a little bit.”
Rarely does Seokjin see Taehyung like this, insecure . It makes him frown, but he reaches for Taehyung’s hand. Despite the spike of anxiety, despite the fears of what’s next , tomorrow will always come and where there’s tomorrow there’s Taehyung. And that’s enough to bring Seokjin back to the most sober point he could remember having since the beginning of the night, he grabs Taehyung’s hands and rubs his palms. Right in the center, because Taehyung showed him a video about it one time.
“I absolutely fucking am.” He answers, wishing he could see Taehyung’s face better right now.
“We’re drunk.” Taehyung whispers, he’s scared, rambling. “What if it doesn’t mean anything because we’re drunk? That’d be so fucking terrible Jin hyung I would be mortified --”
“Hey, hey. Yes, we are absolutely obliterated. I’m pretty sure Hoseok is dead,” that makes Taehyung laugh and Seokjin squeezes his hands. “Yes Taehyungie, we’re drunk. But I would do it all over again tomorrow, sober . Okay?”
Taehyung deflates, taking it upon himself to crawl up to Seokjin and snuggle up against him. “Okay.” He finally says, sighing with what Seokjin assumes is relief. And he feels it too, saying it outloud lifts a weight off of his shoulders. “Did you ever want to? Before this, like were you obsessed with me?”
Seokjin snorts softly, “Probably. I already know you were obsessed with me, I’ve seen the shrine.”
Taehyung gasps, “Jungkook was sworn to secrecy .”
“Cats out of the hat.” Seokjin shrugs, resting his lips on Taehyung’s hair. Strawberries. Seokjin could get used to that.
“I’m pretty sure it’s cat is out of the bag .” Taehyung giggles(he giggles ).
“Nope, no I definitely had it right.”
“Speaking of right, I wonder who else won the bet.” Taehyung hums, voice falling deeper, rasper(Seokjin could also get used to this) like he was drifting to sleep. “Did you?”
“You know I don’t gamble.” Seokjin sinks down against Taehyung, wrapping around him(and this). “But I’d definitely put money on us.”
And just like that, it’s easy again.
⇤⇥
The next morning they wake up to the smell of Namjoon burning the bacon and Hoseok violently vomiting down the hall. Taehyung is sprawled over top of Seokjin and everything feels different.
But good.
“Oh my god, wow, who would have guessed.” Yoongi deadpans after catching sight of them, Jimin and Jungkook on his heels as they emerge from bed.
“Me! I fucking guessed!” Hoseok shouts.
“We all guessed.” Namjoon corrects, pointing a spatula at them.
“So that only leaves…” Taehyung starts, looking up at Seokjin with sleepy, mischievous eyes.
“Just one person.” Jungkook adds, plopping down in the armchair. “Who doesn’t. Gamble.”
“Could it be?” Jimin adds, turning to him with a shocked look on his face and god Seokjin hates them. “Jin hyung, I don’t know how to break this to you. But you have to buy drinks. Again.”
And Seokjin thinks, that’s alright. Because Taehyung constricts around him and presses a slow, lazy kiss to the base of his neck. And that alone is worth millions more than whatever he’ll lose on this.
Half an hour later Seokjin is brushing his teeth when Taehyung slinks in beside him, nonchalantly squeezes some toothpaste on his brush, taking his time. He hums a little and looks at Seokjin in the mirror, “Hi.”
Seokjin laughs a little, spitting and wiping his mouth. “Hi.”
“So I still like you or whatever.” He says, shrugging a little.
“That’s lucky, I like you too.”
“Even tomorrow?”
“Even tomorrow.”