Chapter 123: Where Stardust Lands

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Everyone poured drinks-real and sparkling juice-and clinked mismatched mugs and glasses.

"To us," Namjoon hyung said, voice soft, eyes shining.

"To art," Jin hyungadded, looping an arm around Joonie hyung's waist and kissing his cheek.

"To our Taehyungie and Jiminie," Y/N noona beamed, pressing a kiss to both of our cheeks before hugging us tight.

Hobi hyung leaned into Kookie's side, throwing an arm around his shoulders. "To crying while dancing upside down!"

"YAAAAAASSSSSSSS!!!! To soulmates basically outing themselves in front of 50 million people and getting rich with it!"

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"YAAAAAASSSSSSSS!!!! To soulmates basically outing themselves in front of 50 million people and getting rich with it!"

Kookie yelled and kissed Hobi hyung's cheek for dramatic flair.

Jimin curled to my side as I laugh, whispering, "I can't believe this is real."

I kissed his forehead and smiled so wide it hurt my cheeks.

"It is," I smiled to his cheek.

And as we all stood there-flushed, grinning, with pets weaving between our feet and our hearts too full to contain-Yoongi hyung mumbled the most Yoongi thing ever.

"This better not go to your heads."

It absolutely did.
But in the best way.

And those few nights of celebration? Those wild, marshmallow-flinging, champagne-popping, emotionally-overwhelmed nights?

Those became a legend in our house.

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- Present -

That's why Jimin's arms around me feel like gravity.

Warm. Steady.
Unavoidable in the best way.

I melt into him, cheek pressing to his shoulder as the last of my sniffles fade.

He murmurs into my hair, "It's more than numbers, Tae. It's... us. Our art."

My heart does a full body roll.

I turn to press my forehead against his, and we just sit like that-breathing in tandem, our smiles quiet but bursting.

Just then, Tannie trots in like he owns the place (which, fair).

He bounces between us, lets out a high-pitched yip, then licks my hand with purpose.

Jimin giggles and kisses the top of Tannie's fluffy head.

A second later, Bam saunters in-regal, refined, head held high like a Doberman on a Vogue runway. And yet... those traitorous puppy eyes go straight to Jimin like, "Can I have cuddles now or...?"

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