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magnetic || jinyoung pt. 5 (final)

A/N: Wow she finally writes !!! Once again, apologies for the long delay, but after getting through a lot of work and life things, I’ve finally finished magnetic. Thank you to everyone who’s been reading all my stories, it warms my heart. I have a bit more time nowadays so I’ll be posting more frequently. I’ve got two requests sitting in my inbox right now, so be on the lookout for those stories. In the meantime, please send me your requests!

Hope you enjoy the finale of magnetic!

To say that Jaebum was overprotective of you was an understatement.

Yes, he knew you could take care yourself, and yes, he had been the one to reassure your parents that you would be okay in America by yourself, but when it came to dating, it was as if you’d gained a third parent. Which really meant that when it came to dating...actually, that was about it. It never came to dating. Because you dating was never going to happen, at least not on Jaebum’s watch.

So when you were 17 and the annual school dance rolled around, it was no surprise that you would be going to be dateless once again.

“But O-ppa! It’s my last school dance!”

“And...?” Jaebum rebuffed, not paying any mind to your annoyed expression as he tightened up his shoe laces. He had let you tag along to an open dance session he and the other members decided to hold by themselves one Saturday since they felt they needed more practice for the upcoming debut. When Jaebum called for a five-minute water break, you took it upon yourself to resume your complaining from before practice started.

“It’s the last school dance and so the boys are going to be even wilder and that’s why you’re not allowed to have a date,” Jaebum reasoned simply without batting an eyelash.

“But all my friends got asked out and are bringing dates. I’ll be the only one going stag!” You groaned, uncharacteristically stomping your foot for emphasis. You were rarely ever bratty, but Jaebum was being completely unreasonable! You deserved to have fun the way you wanted to, especially because it was your last go. Unfortunately, your parents listened to everything Jaebum said, so if he said you shouldn’t be dating, even if it’s just going to the school dance with some friend who happened to be a guy, it was basically law.

Jaebum finished tying the other shoelace before looking at you quizzically. “So if your friends all jumped off a bridge, would you jump too?” You let out an annoyed screech, earning an amused smirk from your brother.

“Jackson! Don’t you think Oppa is being dumb right now?”

Jackson took a swig from his water bottle before joining you two in the middle of the dance floor. “I think she’s right. It is just one dance, and it’s not like she’s going off and eloping with the first guy that will ask her...” He was about to continue the thought when he noticed Jaebum glaring daggers at him, silently challenging him to choose his next words wisely. “But, then again! High school boys, you know, they’re still so immature and they only want one thing! Plus there’s nothing wrong with going to a dance alone. It means you won’t be tied down to your date and you can hang out with whoever you want. Isn’t that right, JB?” Jackson gave a nervous laugh, slowly backing away from the conversation to avoid any impending confrontation with the leader.

You sighed, looking around the room for another (more assertive) opinion. “Mark?”

“Uh...” The older boy looked up from his phone. He had heard bits and pieces of your conversation and was really hoping he wouldn’t get roped into it. With the way Jaebum was now looking at him menacingly, Mark decided it was best not to answer at all. “What? Oh, I think I’m getting a call, I need to take this. Hello?” Before you could protest, he had walked out of the studio to answer the imaginary phone call.

“O-ppaaa...” You whined. “Are you really going to do this to me? You’re going to let me go to my last school dance EVER dateless? Everyone’s going to laugh at me and I’ll be graduating from high school known as the girl who could never get a date. Is that what you want? You want your sister to live as an embarrassment for the rest of high school? How am I supposed to live like that?” You knew you were being annoyingly overdramatic, but you were desperate.

“I’ll tell you what,” Jaebum began after taking a moment to ponder on your argument. “You can take a date, but it has to be one of us.”

You grimaced. “Eww Oppa! Going with you to the dance is even worse than going alone.”

“Then have one of the other members take you.”

Jaebum’s words had caught the attention of three boys who surrounded you in a matter of seconds.

“Noona, take me!” Bambam slung an arm around your shoulders and waggled his eyebrows at you. “I clean up really nice! Just imagine me in a suit. We’ll be the best looking couple at the dance, all of your classmates will be jealous!”

Yugyeom wrenched Bambam off of you before you could reply and quickly took over his spot. “No Noona, take me. It’s a dance, not a fashion show. Watch this!” He unlatched himself from you to show you a quick eight-count that he had been working on. Yugyeom finished with a pose, perching his chin on top his hand and giving you a smirk. “You’re a good dancer, I’m the best dancer out of the seven of us,” This earned a collective groan from everyone in the room. “Doesn’t it just make sense for us to go together? I can show you a great time!”

“Why would she want to take children to her last school dance?” Youngjae scoffed next to you. “She would obviously rather go with someone who could be her classmate.” He turned to face you, taking one of your hands in his and placing his other gently on your waist. You couldn’t help but giggle as he led you in a mini-waltz. “Just imagine us dancing like this, all eyes on us as I sing along to the song playing in your ear...it’ll be a night you won’t forget!” Youngjae mused as he twirled you around, earning more laughter from you.

“So what do you say Noona, who are you going with?”

“Uh...”

Jaebum sighed at the younger members’ antics, getting up from his seated position and putting his hands on his hips to reassume authority in the conversation. The three boys cowered away from you, anticipating their leader’s reprimand.

“On second thought, if you really want to go with a date, I’d rather you go with...” Jaebum’s eyes traveled around the room before landing on a certain boy who had been playing on his phone and keeping to himself throughout the whole conversation. “Jinyoung, come here.”

Jinyoung tensed up when he heard his name. He thought that if he was quiet enough, everyone would forget he was in the room and he wouldn’t be prompted to join the stupid conversation. He slowly got up from the bench in the corner of the room and made his way to where everyone had gathered.

“...What’s up?” He asked with a sigh, already knowing what was coming.

“Oppa, why...” You blinked a few times at the boy now standing across from you. Had you been that obvious? You always tried to make it seem like you were more than happy to get Jaebum from practice or tag along with him just to be nice, but had he actually picked up on your ulterior motives? And if he did, why wasn’t he freaking out about you crushing over his best friend? Or was this just his sick and twisted way of setting you two up together? You cleared your throat in an attempt at nonchalance. “W-why Jinyoung? And not the others?”

Jinyoung raised his eyebrows, gazing at Jaebum unamused. “You want me to take her to her dance?”

“Mark’s too awkward, Jackson would enjoy himself too much, and these three goofs over here would make fools of themselves and ruin our reputation before we even debut,” Jaebum explained without skipping a beat. He ignored the offended chorus of “hey!”s from the younger boys as he continued. “Jinyoung’s a polite gentleman, who I believe many girls consider very handsome, and you know he’s good at dancing. I also trust that he wouldn’t pull anything stupid at the dance. Is he not the perfect date?”

“Oppa...”

“I’m not going with her to that dance,” Jinyoung stated flatly. “You can’t force me to do that.” You resisted the urge to complain in response even though you also agreed you shouldn’t take Jinyoung. He was acting like you were the plague. You knew you were behaving like a little punk at that moment, but spending an evening with you wouldn’t kill the guy.

“Ah, may I remind you that you still owe me for covering for your ass when you were running late to vocals last week?” Jaebum scratched his head in mock contemplation. “Should I really tell the vocal coach that you were late because you were coming back from your little date?”

“Date?” You repeated, hoping no one picked up on the slight twitch in your voice.

Jinyoung rolled his eyes. “I already told you it wasn’t a date. I was hanging out with an old friend who just happened to be a girl that I realized had a thing for me halfway through hanging out, and I was only running late because she kept trying to get me to hang out with her even longer and she was being really persistent.”

"I don’t know,” Jaebum deliberated in a sing-song voice. “It may have been a one-sided date, but it was still a date, and I don’t think the managers would be happy to hear you were out on one.”

“Are you seriously blackmailing me right now?”

“I’ll throw in 500 won from the early birthday present I got from my parents.”

“Wait hold on,” you interjected. “If the managers would get mad about any of you going out on a date, wouldn’t they get mad if Jinyoung went with me to the dance?”

Jaebum shook his head incredulously. “Of course not! You’re family. And Jinyoung’s basically part of our family with all the time he spends over at our house!”

“Family. Right...” Jinyoung deadpanned. “So, you said 500 won?”

——

It had been a few days since the late night incident in the kitchen and you still hadn’t spoken to Jinyoung.

Scratch that—you two did talk, but only during the challenges.

You would join the group in the morning with only seconds to spare before you all had to prepare for filming. Before Jinyoung could even try to say hi to you, you were already engaging yourself in conversation with one of the other boys, the silent treatment you were giving Jinyoung going unnoticed to them. When it was time for you to all get into your pairs, you immediately got friendlier with Jinyoung as the cameras focused on you. You two participated cooperatively on whatever challenge was happening, but as soon as filming was over, you were gone from his side once again.

If Jinyoung had any qualms on whether you were still upset with him with the way you were being nonchalant during the challenges, that quickly answered his question.

It was now the night of the last concert of the tour. The challenges had ended the day before and because there was now a close tie between three top teams (Bambam and Youngjae were sorely convinced that you had it out for them ever since they sabotaged you in the maze game,) it was up to the fans to vote online who they thought should win. With the winners being announced the next day, all that was left was filming for the actual concert.

An hour before the concert and everyone was in the dressing rooms getting ready. Bambam and Mark were getting their make up done. Youngjae was pulled aside to another room for an interview. You were sitting around with Jaebum and Yugyeom since they were both the first ones ready. Jinyoung and Jackson were picking out their outfits and changing behind a nearby clothing rack.

“You know if you keep staring like that, you’ll eventually burn a hole into her head,” Jackson joked, nudging Jinyoung to bring the boy out of his one-sided staring contest with you.

“I’m not staring, I’m just...” Jinyoung randomly grabbed two hangers from the rack. “...trying to decide which one of these I should wear. This one or this one?”

Jackson smirked but decided to play along. “That one,” he suggested, pointing to an all-black ensemble.

“Cool, thanks,” Jinyoung nodded, putting the other outfit back on the rack. But Jackson wasn’t done with him just yet.

“So are you going to tell me why things are even weirder between you two?”

“Me and who?”

Jackson rolled his eyes and nudged his head in your direction. You were laughing at something Yugyeom said, Jaebum looking between the both of you with an unamused expression. “She might think she’s being sly but I can tell she’s giving you the silent treatment.”

“You talk to her more than I do,” Jinyoung deadpanned. “so why ask a question you already know the answer to?”

“Because I want to hear you say it out loud,” Jackson teased, remembering the identical conversation he had with you earlier that week. “You know, you two are a lot more similar than you think.”

Jinyoung stared back at him stoically. “Good to know.”

Jackson chuckled before switching to a serious expression. “C’mon dude, what’s really going on with you? I hate seeing friends fight. You can tell me what’s up. Wang Gae Park Gae remember?”

Jinyoung raised his eyebrows in disbelief. “I thought you said that was over when I beat you in the maze game.”

“But that was then and this is now!”

Jinyoung sighed as Jackson beamed back at him expectantly. Though he knew Jackson could be loud and, well, Jackson, Jinyoung knew it was better to open up to him. Jackson could be annoyingly persistent but it always came from a good place. Plus maybe Jackson would tell him what you’ve been telling him and he’d be able to go about this whole situation with you?

“Fine.” Jinyoung squatted, tugging Jackson down to his level so that they were completely hidden behind the clothing rack. “But keep it down. I don’t want the others, especially Jaebum, hearing and turning it into a whole thing.”

Jackson smiled playfully, pretending to zip his lips to let the younger boy know he was all ears.

You glanced over to where Jinyoung and Jackson were picking out their outfits as Jaebum lectured Yugyeom about his provocative dancing next to you. You felt your heartbeat quicken as you noticed the two of them speaking closely, as if they were afraid of anyone hearing them, then ducking down behind the clothing rack. They had to be talking about you. You tried to focus on the two boys bickering next to you, but in the back of your head, you were freaking out. Was Jackson going to spill everything you ranted about Jinyoung to Jinyoung? He never told anyone the secrets you trusted him with. Or if he did, everyone else was really good at pretending that they didn’t know anything.

You were already very embarrassed by your outburst with Jinyoung. You only wanted to understand why his actions contradicted his words and hopefully come to some mature truce that would develop into a real friendship. You didn’t mean to completely lash out and burst into tears right in front of him. You were already wary of how to act around Jinyoung before, now you were just absolutely clueless. Which is why you were only talking to him when you had to and pretending like everything was fine when you did. You could not bring yourself to have another confrontation with Jinyoung so it was best to avoid him at all costs.

Was this how he usually was with you?

“Noona, what do you think?”

“Huh?” Yugyeom was waving his hand in front of your face to catch your attention. You hadn’t noticed they stopped arguing. “Sorry, what were you saying?”

“Since it’s the last concert of the tour, we need to finish with something big,” Jaebum explained. “I say we end with ‘Before the Full Moon Rises.’”

“And I say that makes the end of the concert really sad, so our encore should be an energizer, like ‘Go Higher,’” Yugyeom reasoned. “You’re the unbiased opinion here Noona, so you should decide.”

“It’s totally up to you, but remember, Oppa is always right.”

You rolled your eyes at your brother. “You mean your last concert is in less than an hour and you don’t know what you’re doing for the encore yet?”

“We just want to have fun with it,” Jaebum stated. “Besides, if worse comes to worst, we’ll just rock-paper-scissors the encore onstage. The fans always love that.”

“Sure they do,” you quipped back sarcastically. “But I agree with Yugyeom, the encore should be an energizer.”

“Ha! Told you Hyung—”

“But not ‘Go Higher.’” You giggled as you watched Yugyeom’s metaphorical bubble burst.

“Then which song should we do?”

You batted your eyelashes knowingly at Jaebum. “You already know what my favorite song is.”

The two boys scoffed. “We haven’t done that song in so long,” Jaebum complained. “Yugyeom barely memorizes the lyrics to our current songs, how is he going to remember the words to that one?”

“Hey!”

You both ignored the maknae’s pouting. “But I really want to hear it again,” you said earnestly. “Just one last time, please!”

“That can be arranged.”

Jinyoung and Jackson appeared before you three, all dressed and ready to go. You couldn’t help but steal a glimpse at Jinyoung—as if he couldn’t get even more handsome, he seemed to prove you wrong—but you immediately averted your gaze when you noticed him looking back at you. Jaebum was about to question what Jinyoung meant when a staff member came into the room.

“Gather around everyone! Let’s do a quick huddle so we can make this last show the best one!”

——

The concert had gone off without a hitch. Their international concerts were a lot different than the ones you were used to back home. Bigger venue. Bigger stage. Bigger audience. More lights. More speeches in English. More translations of speeches that weren’t in English. More American pop culture references. A different kind of vibe from the audience. You’ve gone to their concerts before and loved each and every one of them, but this was like watching them for the first time all over again.

You enjoyed yourself, singing and dancing along to all the songs in the wings of the stage. Watching the boys perform never ceased to amaze you as you remembered their humble beginnings. They had come such a long way in chasing their dreams and truly deserved all the love they received from fans on tour.

“We unfortunately are nearing the end of our last show of this tour,” Jackson announced on stage, immediately met back with boos and groans to not leave from the audience. The other boys looked on at the fans with a mix of adoration and sympathy as Jackson continued. “We just want to thank you all so much for coming out here and seeing us tonight. You know, we wouldn’t have made it this far if it weren’t for you guys constantly supporting the music and I think I speak for all of the boys when I say we love you. Thank you all again so much!”

“Now we want to finish this concert on a happy note,” Mark added quickly to lighten up the mood. “So we have a special surprise for you all! Our next and final song is one we haven’t done in a while, so we’ve got a special guest here to help us remember the words...”

Before you could put two and two together, you felt a staff member give you a gentle nudge. They responded to your confused expression by whispering for you to go out on stage. As your legs mindlessly walked you out, you were met with deafening cheers and screams from the audience. A staff member ran onto the stage to place a stool in front of the boys.

“My little sister!” Jaebum exclaimed and pointed to you proudly. The fans reacted with a chorus of “aww”s and started chanting your name.

You were so caught in a daze with everything happening around you that you had no time to comprehend the meaning of Jinyoung smiling softly at you.

You had no time to protest Jinyoung lightly taking your hand and leading you like a gentleman to sit on the stool.

“Once again, thank you all so much for partying with us tonight. We’re GOT7, this is ‘Magnetic,’ goodnight!”

As Jinyoung left your side with a wink, that’s when you heard the first few notes of the song you longed to hear live again and you felt something begin to well up inside of you. With the whirlwind of emotions you were going through in such a short amount of time, all you could do at the moment was grin like an idiot as Jackson wrapped his arm around your shoulders and started rapping to you.

I’m not joking around, ever since I first got to know you I’m not the same person I used to be Whatever I’m doing, I don’t really know what I’m doing Whatever anyone says, I’m just blankly walking

You swayed to the beat and giggled as Jackson’s movements matched the lyrics. He was soon pushed away by Mark who playfully fought the younger boy for your attention as his part began.

You appear in my head every day Whatever I’m thinking about, you star in it Then with a zoned out face, I start talking to myself

Mark gave you a knowing look as his part ended. You looked at him suspiciously until you noticed Jinyoung kneeling down beside you and taking your hand once again. When you felt the heat transfer from his hand to yours, the moment seemed to go by in slow motion.

Why are you so pretty? When I look at you, when you’re smiling with your eyes It feels like I’ll faint

The audience’s screams now sounded distant, as if they were miles away. Everything around you—the other boys, the fans, the stage itself—seemed to disappear. You couldn’t bring yourself to look away from Jinyoung as he sang to you, the only thing tethering you to this earth being his hand enclosing yours. His voice was so sweet and almost pleading. During his part, he was giving you a look you couldn’t quite place.

You were brought back up to speed as Jinyoung left your side and was replaced by Youngjae, the performance continuing on without incident. You relished in the rest of the boys’ antics as they sang to you, Jaebum jokingly shooing them away when they were getting too friendly with you. At one point of the song, they had gotten into a formation, leaving a space for you in the middle so you could dance along with them.

Despite how much fun you were having and the warm feeling rolling through your stomach from the song, you couldn’t shake off the way Jinyoung had looked at you. The way he kept looking at you when your gaze met his. As you danced and sang along with the boys, you were silently deciphering Jinyoung’s expression.

It finally occurred to you as the song, and the concert, was coming to an end. Jinyoung reappeared by your side and looked you square in the eyes as he sang along to the last line.

He was looking at you like you were the only girl in the room.

He was looking at you with love.

It’s you, girl.

——

It was a little past midnight. Jinyoung had just finished taking a shower, a dull yet comforting ache set through his muscles. As he settled into bed, he reflected back on the tour. He couldn’t believe it had finally ended, culminating into tonight’s performance. Though he was excited to see his family and get some much-needed rest, he knew he was going to miss traveling and seeing the fans from different countries.

A few minutes turned into half an hour, and Jinyoung couldn’t get himself to fall asleep despite his exhaustion. Sitting up and putting on some slippers, Jinyoung shuffled out of his room. Ice cream sounded like a good idea, and he already couldn’t sleep, so what harm could some sugar do to his sleep? Usually he’d bother one of the other members to come along with him, but they had all dispersed after a small team celebration for finishing the tour. He, Jaebum, and Mark had decided to hit the sack while the others wanted to hit the clubs. Jinyoung stopped in front of your door before he completely passed by your room. He contemplated knocking and asking if you’d like to come, but eventually decided against it. Perhaps you were sleeping too.

After heading to the ice cream shop in the lobby and getting the one treat to satisfy his craving, Jinyoung was about to head back to the suite when he heard someone call his name. You were sitting on a love seat near the shop, alone and cup of ice cream in hand. Judging by your pajamas, it seemed you couldn’t sleep either.

Jinyoung made his way over to you. “Did you have a craving too?”

“Something like that,” you replied, glancing down at your cup.

Not knowing what else to say after a moment of silence, Jinyoung gave a little wave before beginning to walk away. “Well, good night.”

“Is that all you’re going to say to me?” Though there was a hint of attitude in your voice, you were looking at him confused yet expectantly. “Jinyoung, what are we doing? What were you doing?”

Jinyoung stared back at you pensively for a moment before hesitantly taking a seat next to you. “You know I’m not the best at talking about myself. I can be a little slow with these things.”

“I’ve got time. I can wait here all night.”

Jinyoung sighed after realizing you'd seriously sit in silence for hours until he said something. There you were, always the persistent one. He tried to focus on his ice cream. Every time he glanced up at your big eyes, the words he’d built the courage up to say would die on his lips.

“Do you remember when I took you to your school dance?” Jinyoung suddenly asked after another moment of silence.

“Huh?” Now you weren’t expecting him to say that. You sneered a bit, deciding to play along. At least he was finally opening up, if even only a little. “Do I remember? You say it as if it happened years and years ago.”

“It’s been, what, four or five years? With everything that’s happened to us in between, it feels like a lifetime ago.”

You nodded in agreement. “I guess you’re right, but what about it? Oppa pretty much forced you to go and you were going with me, so you had an awful time.”

Jinyoung grimaced at your words, vaguely remembering how the past him so vocally opposed taking you to your dance as if it would kill him, but he continued. “I did have an awful time, but it wasn’t necessarily because of you.”

You scoffed a little. “Jinyoung, we can be honest with each other. I know you found me annoying. Still do...” You trailed off quietly.

“I don’t!” Jinyoung protested earnestly, nearly dropping the ice cream from his cone. “Truly! Okay maybe I wasn’t too fond of you in the beginning, you were always following us around and being pesky. You spit water at me when you first met me!”

You attempted to keep stern and hold back your laughter at his uncharacteristic outburst, but your face said otherwise. “It’s not my fault, you told a really funny joke.”

Your slight break in resolve caused Jinyoung to smile back at you, but he quickly looked away again, remembering the repercussions of looking at you for too long. His face became serious once again. “Anyways...since then and throughout the training the days, I guess I just saw you as—”

“Your friend’s annoying little sister who had a thing for you.”

“Yes,” he confirmed regretfully. “But somewhere along the way, I just-you kind of...” His eyes darted around as if searching the room for the right words to say next. “...You know this is kind of dumb—”

“Please keep going,” you encouraged softly, almost begging him. Jinyoung forced himself to look at you, pursing his lips before continuing.

“Somewhere along the way, you started looking different. And you seemed different. Suddenly whenever you were around, I started feeling more uncomfortable than annoyed by you, and I didn’t know what to make of it until Jaebum was blackmailing me to go to the dance with you.”

All you could do was stare back at Jinyoung, unable to even react to his words as you were slowly processing. This was all news to you. You made him uncomfortable? You always thought it was just the other way around.

“Then Jaebum started talking about how he trusted me the most out of all the boys to take you to the dance because I was basically family and you know how protective Jaebum is of you, he basically threatens any guy who just looks at his little sister for more than five seconds—so you can see that just being your date was kind of a stressful thing for me...”

“Jinyoung,”

“...A-and you know our career was just about to take off and you had just gotten into the university of your dreams halfway across the world so it would have been really unfair to you if I even tried anything, also really dangerous with management, you already know that, and so I thought it would be better for me to just forget about it and avoid you as much as possible but seeing you in person this week, it was just too much for me and I didn’t know how to handle it so I guess that’s why I came off as cold and—”

“Jinyoung.” You cut him off firmly. “What exactly are you talking about right now?”

“Oh, I, uh—”

“D-do you like me? Or...?”

You’d said it. Those words had actually left your mouth. You could have punched him in the gut and Jinyoung would have reacted all the same, the air and words knocked right out of him. Jinyoung had confidently performed for thousands of people all around the world, but sitting next to you at that moment, he had never felt more unsure of himself.

To his surprise, you were looking at him with pure curiosity rather than scrutiny, and that was enough for him to keep going.

“That night you saw me talking with Mark-hyung...you had it all wrong...” He paused hesitantly but you nodded encouragingly for him to continue. He took a deep breath, willing himself to exude confidence as he exhaled. “You know what actually drives me crazy? How you seem to appear in my head every day and there’s nothing I can do about it. Believe me, I’ve tried,” he mused almost regretfully. “How talented you are—that cookie was amazing by the way,—and how good of a dancer you are, how kind you are, h-how pretty you are...”

“Wait I’m sorry, could you repeat that last part? You got quiet at the end.”

Jinyoung gave you an deadpanned look. You looked back at him innocently, but you were clearly enjoying this. He bit back a smile at your amusement. “Did you know that when you smile, your eyes do too? They turn into these little crescents.” He traced small semi-circles over his eyes.

“You mean like this?” You beamed at him, your eyes almost disappearing as your smile grew.

“Yes, like that.” Jinyoung groaned. “Cut it out, it’s distracting. That’s why it’s hard putting up with you. There’s those things that you do and you’re not even trying.”

“Jinyoung...” Your smile faded as you stared back at the boy in awe. You had never seen Jinyoung look so shy and vulnerable before. He wasn’t joking at all.

“The truth is I don’t hate you. Far from it actually. I hate me because I’m supposed to hate you but I could never,” Jinyoung sighed, gazing at you softly. “You deserve to be loved openly. I felt guilty about not being able to, so I thought it would be easier to try finding faults in you, reasons to dislike you, but there was never anything wrong with you.”

“You’ve never outright said anything rude to me before,” you realized out loud. “You just kind of avoided me like the plague.”

“I hated being cold to you. I hated seeing you plaster a smile on your face when I brushed you off.” Jinyoung gave you an apologetic look. “But I figured you were okay. If I wasn’t making you happy, at least the other boys were.”

“What do you mean?”

"You know, like how you’re always joking around with Bambam or hanging out with Jackson. You seem happy with them.”

“Yes, that’s typically what friends do,” you replied sarcastically with an incredulous expression.

“I saw you heading down with Jackson a few nights ago,” Jinyoung mentioned offhandedly, trying to seem nonchalant. “You two were all close and hugging, I just kind of assumed something was going on there—”

“Jinyoung, are you jealous?”

“No! I just, uh—�� He quickly went back to finishing his ice cream, buying time to put together a response.

“I’ll have you know that what you were seeing was him comforting me after I told him about you!” You said accusingly. “I had heard you telling Mark how hard it was putting up with me and then the next day, you acted like we were the best of friends! So yeah, that was going to make me confused and upset. Luckily Jackson was there and nice enough to let me talk to him about how I felt. That’s what you were seeing.”

“Oh.” What else could Jinyoung say? He felt like a—

“Fool,” you muttered under your breath, rolling your eyes. “You know for someone smart enough to be trusted by Oppa, you’re kind of stupid. And you’ve got ice cream all over your face.” You grabbed some napkins from your pocket and wiped around his mouth without a thought.

“Thanks,” Jinyoung nearly whispered, unable to make eye contact with you once again. He felt a warmth creeping up his neck.

“So...you still haven’t answered my question,” you spoke up, realizing he wasn’t going to say anything else.

“Question?”

“I asked if you liked me.”

“Do you really need to ask?” Jinyoung groaned as you nodded, a small smile inching its way onto your lips. He sighed. “Mark-hyung did tell me to be upfront with you.”

“And Jackson?”

“What about about him?”

“I noticed you two talking before the concert and you guys would look over at me,” you said nonchalantly as you took a bite of ice cream. “You two weren’t exactly the best at being inconspicuous. So what did he tell you?”

“He was the one who came up with the idea of the encore,” Jinyoung muttered with his head down. “He said that since I’m not good at talking about my feelings, everyone could help me sing them to you instead.”

“I’d still like to hear you say it out loud,” you urged softly with a melodic giggle.

How could Jinyoung say no to his favorite song?

“Okay, so I do tell you how I feel,” Jinyoung supposes. “And then what? After how awful I’ve been to you all these years, it would be unfair for you to just accept me wholeheartedly.”

You gave him a funny look, eyebrow raised challengingly. “No, it would actually be unfair for you to tell me how you really feel after years of thinking you hated me, and then for you to not do anything about it. I’m not accepting you wholeheartedly. I’m accepting you as punishment for, as you said, how awful you’ve been all these years,” you chided with a teasing smile. “Here, I’ll even go first. I like you, Jinyoung. Always have, but you already knew that. Now...” You looked at him expectantly with slight head nod, silently telling him it was his turn.

Jinyoung sighed before slowly getting up from the seat. He held his hand out to you without a word and you took it questioningly, hesitantly standing up to meet his gaze. He took a deep breath and uttered your name as he exhaled, as if saying it lifted a great weight off of his shoulders. He gently took both of your hands in his.

Looking you square in the eyes, Jinyoung spoke up. “I...I lik—”

Before he could finish his confession, you had gotten up on your tip-toes and lightly brushed your lips against his. They were gone almost as instantly as they came, but the ghost of your kiss lingered on his lips. You giggled once again as you watched Jinyoung’s fingers graze over his lips. His eyes widened at you in awe, a slight blush creeping over his cheeks.

“You just-all of a sudden—”

“Actually, you don’t need to tell me, I already know,” you joked, beaming at Jinyoung once again. You almost felt sorry for interrupting him, you had never seen him look so flustered before you.

But with your eyes shining like that, how could he get upset?

Jinyoung chuckled and smiled down at you as he lightly reached out to tuck some hair behind your ear. Now it was your turn to blush profusely.

“Good, because, like I said, I’m kind of slow in saying these things and I might need some time.”

As the two of you just stood there smiling like idiots for who knows how long, you both knew you’d have all the time in the world.

——

“You were right, red does suit me!”

Jinyoung stood from his seat and smiled as you approached him, twirling around so you could give him a better look at your outfit.

“I’m glad I chose well. How are the shoes?”

“Just right,” you replied happily, glancing down at your wedges. He walked around the table to pull out your seat. “Oh, you don’t have to—”

“I want to,” Jinyoung completed. He gently placed a hand on the small of your back to usher you into your seat before settling back into his.

“Thank you. And do you know what suits you, Jinyoung?”

“What’s that?”

“Winning,” you answered mischievously, motioning to two boys dressed in white button-ups and black pants walking over to your table.

“Hyung, the fans only voted for you because you were partnered with Noona,” Bambam complained as he poured water from a pitcher into both of your glasses.

“Yeah, if I was with Noona, you’d be serving me today instead,” Yugyeom added ruefully, placing silverware on your table.

“You and Mark should have tried harder,” Jinyoung teased as he downed his water. “Refill please, slave.”

Bambam muttered obscenities under his breath as he begrudgingly complied before turning to you. “You look especially pretty today, Noona.”

You giggled at his sweetness despite his misfortune. “Aww, thanks Bam.”

“Yeah Noona, has anyone ever told you that color looks good on you?” Yugyeom asks.

“She knows,” Jinyoung nearly growled, shooting the younger boys a dirty look. “Don’t you need to be in the kitchen right now? You’re here to serve us, not talk.”

Bambam and Yugyeom mock-bowed before leaving the table. “Let’s make sure to spit in Hyung’s food.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing!”

You and Jinyoung looked at each other and laughed, shaking your heads at the boys’ antics. When the staff said that the losers would have to serve as the winners’ slaves for a day and that the winners could make them do whatever they wanted, you didn’t know you’d be able to get the boys to basically set up your first (unofficial) date with Jinyoung. In front of a bunch of cameras and never explicitly stated that it was a date, but you were going to consider it your first date.

Jinyoung gazed at you admiringly, completely mesmerized as your skin glowed beneath the sunset. He considered this the first date too.

“A pretty rose for the pretty lady?” Mark had come up to the table with a basket of roses. He knelt by your side and offered you one.

“Oh you all flatter me too much,” you cheerfully accepted, instinctually smelling the rose. “Thank you.”

“How about a bottle of wine for the lovely couple?” Jackson appeared by Mark’s side, chilled bottle of red wine in hand. You and Jinyoung gave him a threatening look as Mark got up and nudged him.

“Cameras,” Mark whispered to Jackson, covering the mic on his collar.

Jackson laughed nervously. “Did I say lovely couple? Haha I meant winning couple. Wi-winning pair, I mean, which someone might use to refer to a couple, which means a group of two people in this case, not like a couple couple—”

Mark elbowed Jackson in the gut again. “We’re going to go check on your meals, but they should be out shortly. In the meantime, please enjoy the view and let Youngjae know if you have any requests,” he explains courteously, motioning to the boy over at the grand piano in the corner of the rooftop. Youngjae smiled at the both of you as his fingers gracefully keyed a mellow tune, setting the mood for the evening. With a short bow and knowing smirk, Mark left you two alone again, pulling Jackson along with him (but not without the younger boy waggling his eyebrows knowingly at you as he walked away.)

“Out of the seven billion people in the world, I was put into a group of seven with them,” Jinyoung joked as he opened the bottle of wine and started pouring you a glass.

“Hey! You’re just as goofy as them,” you playfully chided, clinking your glass with his. “You’re just a teensy bit better at hiding it.” As you took a sip, you noticed him staring at you curiously. “What?”

He gave you a blissful grin. “Nothing, just wish I could capture this moment.”

“Oh! We should definitely take a picture!” You brought out your phone and switched it to the front camera. You were about to turn around in your seat so you could capture the both of you when Jinyoung got up and crouched by your side. “Why so close?”

“The sun is shining this way and I guess I was just attracted to you,” Jinyoung stated, a playful glint in his eye. “One might say that you’re so magne—”

“Don’t even finish that thought,” you groaned at the lame attempt at a joke. “Cheesiness doesn’t suit you Jinyoung. Now smile!” Jinyoung placed his face next to yours and as you snapped a few pictures.

“Perfect!” You proclaimed, swiping through the photos.

“Yeah, you are.”

You turned to look at him, his face a mere inches away from yours so he could whisper to you. Jinyoung silently gazed at you just as he did at the concert and the rest of the world seemed to melt away once again. Just the two of you. Youngjae’s melody faintly played in the background as Jinyoung grinned at you. Forgetting about the cameras, your face subconsciously moved closer to his. “Jinyoung...”

Just as you two were about to cause an international broadcasting incident—

“Dinner’s ready!” Jaebum arrived at your table with a cart of food and pulled Jinyoung up. “Sir, please take a seat so you can eat comfortably.” Jinyoung, in his shocked state, let the leader pull him back around the table and firmly plant him back in his seat.

“Oppa...”

“I trust you will enjoy tonight’s special,” Jaebum stated grandly as he uncovered the dishes. “We have a couple of dishes here I think you’ll like. We’ll start off with the steak, or as I have named it on the menu, ‘you better not make a mis-steak.’” Jaebum scowled at Jinyoung as he placed the dishes in front of you. Your eyes darted back and forth between the two boys, praying in your head that you weren’t about to be a murder witness at that moment.

Jinyoung simply smiled at the leader, unfazed by his subliminal threat. “You can trust me, I’ll enjoy the meal.”

Jaebum silently glared at Jinyoung for a moment before sighing and giving him a resigned smile. “I know I can. Please eat, I hope it was worth the wait.” Jaebum gave you a wink and gently tousled your hair before walking away.

As the two of you dug in and you went into a story about a time you almost failed your microeconomics class, the words Jaebum head left him with lingered in Jinyoung’s head. You were definitely worth the wait. Despite the cautionary voices in the back of his head ordering him to keep away from you, he realized you were always the end to his decision.

It’s you, girl.

——

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