➵ yoongi
somewhere along the line, i'd somehow managed to get myself a boyfriend.
it was kind of amazing, how it happened. it seemed like something that only happened in movies. i was sitting in the cafeteria one november morning, laughing and chatting with namjoon, when i heard my name being yelled into a megaphone from somewhere behind me.
namjoon, who was sitting opposite of me, and therefore could see behind me, gasped. "yoongi," he said, smacking my arm to get my attention. "hyung. oh my god. i can't believe he actually–turn...turn around." giving him a weird look, but obliging nonetheless, i spun around on the bench.
in the middle of the cafeteria stood several seniors, all in a line. it looked like something from high school musical, and i was nearly expecting the seven to break out into song and dance.
the boy in front was bambam, grinning and motioning for me to come forward. still confused as to how this was all for me, i got up and walked over to him. all eyes in the cafeteria were on me, with the hushed whispers making my anxiety creep up. what if this was all some joke that i was the brunt of? i got to bambam, and shook off the intrusive thoughts. "hey, yoongi hyung!"
"hi, bambam. what...what is all this?" i glanced around, looking back at namjoon, who was sending me an encouraging thumbs-up.
"you'll see! oh, and here's a tip: read the signs." i blinked, then realized some of the team members were holding white signs. i read bambam's:
min yoongi, i have waited too long to tell you something.
now i was even more confused. who was the person behind all this, and why were they so interested in me? and even more, what did they want to tell me?
nevertheless, i moved on to the next sign-holding boy. i was pretty sure his name was youngjae, but i wasn't certain. i read his sign:
i really hope that this doesn't flop on me, that would be embarrassing. especially in front of the whole school.
questions swirled around my head but i kept pushing on, determined that to get to the end so that i would have some answers. the next boy holding a sign was jackson, who was in fact currently one of the two openly gay boys in our entire school. and of course he was dating the other boy. just my luck, right?
jackson sent me a wide smile. his sign read:
you can also thank your best friend for helping me with this. he's a great guy, i can see why you like him.
i whipped around to see namjoon grinning sheepishly, sending me a little wave. i glared back. moving on. this boy was named yugyeom.
truth is, yoongi, i really, really like you. and not just like. like, like-like. god, i feel like we're in fourth grade. but i do like you. i really do. i have for quite some time.
after that one was jackson's boyfriend, mark. he was very fun and cheerful, being quite popular due to the fact that he was almost impossible to hate. "hey, yoongi! hope you like the surprise!" he said, a warm smile spread across his face.
"i hope i do too, mark."
i'm nervous to do this, since i'm not out or anything.
jaebum's encouraging smile was comforting as i moved further down the line.
but to tell the truth, i would come out ten billion times if you'd be mine.
i was starting to get the gist of what was happening. someone, whoever it was, was asking me out. half of me was petrified, and the other half (the hopeless romantic part) was absolutely ecstatic.
next i came to jinyoung, who had a mischievous, knowing smile on his face as i read his sign.
so, i guess what i'm asking is if you'll...
"be mine?" a voice replaced the missing last two words on the sign, and jinyoung moved to reveal someone I knew quite well.
jung hoseok, human ray of sunshine. too good looking to be in high school. my lab partner in biology sophomore year. i'd had a tiny crush on him ever since i discovered his existence halfway through freshman year. he was also the last person i ever expected to ask me out.
"hi, hoseok. did... you really do all of this, for me?" i stepped closer to him, where he stood holding a bouquet of beautiful, deep red roses. he handed them to me, looking into my eyes.
"of course i did. did you like it? was it too much? it was, wasn't it?" hoseok sighed, rubbing his face with his palm. i grabbed his hand, locking eyes with him.
"hoseok...relax. it's okay, i-i loved it. thank you." i told him, and he slowly smiled. i suddenly became aware of how when he smiled, a dimple appeared on his left cheek.
"so, um, will you? go out with me? please?" his deep brown eyes gazed adoringly into mine, and i blushed a colour that was probably darker than the roses i was holding.
"i would absolutely love to, hoseok." i leaned up on my tiptoes and pressed a chaste kiss to his soft lips. the cafeteria erupted into thunderous applause, and whoops and hollers could be heard echoing across the entire room.
and in that moment, i felt happy. complete.
