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“I’m not going to do it, hyung,” Namjoon says. “I can’t do it.”
Yoongi is staring at him with a tired expression on his face. “Namjoon. Look. I’m not going to pretend to be some kind of love guru, but there’s no way you’re going to get in Hoseok’s pants if you don’t even have the balls to kiss him on New Year’s.”
Namjoon looks down at his glass of tequila and sighs. “I don’t want to just get in his pants, though. I want to hold his hand and take him on dates and cuddle with him and be the reason for his sunshine smile and—”
“Okay, okay, okay,” Yoongi says hurriedly. “I don’t want to hear you wax poetic at Seokjin’s dumbass New Year’s Eve party.”
A hand appears out of nowhere and smacks Yoongi’s head. The latter growls an angry what the fuck before going pale (well, paler than he already was) and clearing his throat.
Seokjin is standing there, clad in a light pink sweater, with a terrifyingly calm smile on his face. “What, Yoongi? My ‘dumbass New Year’s Eve party’? I’m sorry, who’s paying for that beer in your hand?”
“Sorry,” Yoongi grumbles. “I’m just,” his gaze slides over to Namjoon, who suddenly feels like running away, “I’m just getting frustrated because lover boy here refuses to grow a pair and kiss Hoseok.”
Seokjin turns to Namjoon so quickly that the younger can’t imagine how he doesn’t get whiplash. “You want to kiss Hoseok?” He grins. “Oh, Joonie, that’s great! You two can finally stop dancing around each other now!”
Namjoon shoots Yoongi a disgusted glance and is about to argue when Seokjin’s words sink in. “Wait, what? Dancing around each other?”
Seokjin places a hand on Namjoon’s shoulder. “Oh my gosh, Joonie, certainly you can’t be unaware that—” He stops before clearing his throat and continuing. “Why don’t you just kiss him? It’s New Year’s Eve, you—”
Namjoon cuts him off. “Does he—does he like me back? Did you promise not to tell or something?”
Seokjin looks around before taking a step back and saying, “Oh my, I’ve forgotten to turn off the oven. See you around, Joonie, Yoongi!” No more than two seconds pass before he's absconded in a flash of pink out of the dining room.
“Oh my god,” Namjoon says, heartbeat out of control. “Oh man. I guess he—he likes me back. What do I do? What do I fucking do, hyung?”
Yoongi groans. “Like I’ve been saying: Kiss. Him. Just fucking do it and stop wasting my time stewing over it.”
Namjoon has long stopped listening and is back to staring at the tequila swirling around in his cup. Hoseok. Sunshine-and-rainbows Jung Hoseok likes him, Kim Namjoon, god of destruction (as evidenced by the number pink glass vases that have lain shattered across Seokjin’s living room)? He tries to ignore the way his stomach’s flip-flopping or how his lips are fighting a smile.
“I think I can maybe do it,” Namjoon mumbles, grinning.
“Oh my god,” Yoongi says, rubbing his forehead. “You make me sick.”
“Countdown’s starting in two minutes!” Jimin calls, head peeking into the doorway. When he sees Yoongi, his eyes crinkle up in a smile. “Hey, Yoongi-hyung.”
Yoongi’s exasperated expression melts as he walks over to Jimin and grabs his hand. “Hey, babe. Sorry I haven’t been hanging out with you. I’ve been handling this dork’s emotional meltdown.”
Namjoon gives him the finger before following them into the living room, where everyone’s crowded around the TV. His eyes scan the room, and his heart skips a beat when he spots Hoseok.
Hoseok looks gorgeous, as always, wearing skin-tight jeans and a green sweatshirt, his black hair perfectly windswept. Namjoon’s throat goes dry. He tightens his grip on his drink and walks over.
“Oh, hey, Namjoon!” Hoseok says when he spots him and smiles his famous heart-shaped smile. “I’ve barely seen you tonight!”
“Hey,” Namjoon says. He wants to smile back, but his heart is pounding so hard it hurts. “Having fun?”
“Of course I am, everyone’s here, how could I not have fun?”
Namjoon forces a smile and carefully puts his glass down on the coffee table next to them. “It’s crazy that 2015 is already almost over. Remember when everyone was freaking out about the 2012 apocalypse?”
Hoseok laughs, and Namjoon’s heart swells. He made Hoseok laugh (not that that’s hard to do, but still)!
“Countdown’s starting!” somebody shouts suddenly.
Namjoon’s heart almost stops, and he can’t help glancing at Hoseok. The other boy has turned his attention to the TV and is jittery with excitement.
“TEN!”
Namjoon bites his lip. “Hoseok?”
“NINE!”
Hoseok glances at him, eyes glittering. “Yeah?”
“EIGHT!”
Namjoon feels like a lump is stuck in his throat. He can’t get any words out.
“SEVEN!”
“What is it?” Hoseok asks.
“SIX!”
“You look really nice tonight,” Namjoon blurts.
“FIVE!”
“Oh, thanks!” Hoseok’s grin seems different, less uninhibited, and his cheeks are a pretty pink. “But why—”
“FOUR!”
“—are you telling me this during the—”
“THREE!”
Hoseok abruptly stumbles into Namjoon, who immediately grabs his upper arms, and curls his fingers into Namjoon’s shirt. Seokjin, who has appeared behind Hoseok, winks at him.
“TWO!”
Namjoon looks down at Hoseok, whose smiled has all but faded, and thinks, It’s now or never.
“ONE!”
“Hey,” Hoseok breathes, gaze falling to Namjoon’s lips.
“ZERO!”
Namjoon takes a deep breath and presses his lips to Hoseok’s, as fireworks go off on TV and everyone starts cheering. Hoseok gasps, but half a second later he’s wrapping his arms around Namjoon’s waist and molding into him. Hoseok’s lips are chapped but the blond can’t bring himself to care, not when the dancer has brought one hand up to gently stroke the hair above Namjoon’s neck and is so impossibly warm and soft against him.
The kiss is short and chaste and really nothing special, but when they pull away, Hoseok still whispers, “Wow.”
“I’ve wanted to do that forever,” Namjoon says without thinking
Hoseok beams brighter than the sun. “Really? Me too.”
Namjoon’s heart soars. “I like you a lot, Hoseok.”
Hoseok’s face is bright red, and it’s honestly the prettiest thing Namjoon’s ever seen. “I like you too,” he says.
Hearing it directly from Hoseok is so much better than almost hearing it from Seokjin, and Namjoon’s about to kiss him again when a camera shutter snaps beside them.
“You two are so cute,” Seokjin squeals.
“It’s about time you guys just made out already,” Jeongguk says. His arm is around Taehyung, who’s giggling and pressing a kiss to his temple.
Hoseok reaches over to slap Jeongguk playfully. “Oh, shut up,” he says, but he still leans his head on Namjoon’s chest, grinning from ear to ear, in front of the whole room.
“So,” Namjoon says when everyone’s stopped paying attention to them and started chattering with other people, “coffee later?”
“Sure,” Hoseok says. “Are you finally my boyfriend?”
Namjoon goes bright red. “Yeah. I want to be.”
Hoseok grins and leans forward to peck Namjoon’s lips. “It’s about time.”