No Strings

(EXTRA) Part 11

Seokjin's cheeks flush, biting down on his lip. "Shit." Groaning, he presses both hands to his face. "Fine! You want to know why you can't go into my pocket?"

"Yes." Minsun folds both arms over her chest. "Let me just prep myself before my boyfriend says that he doesn't want me touching his dick anymore."

"Because!" Seokjin huffs, reaching into his pocket. "Because of this, okay?" Yanking out a box, he forces Minsun's eyes to widen. "I want to fucking marry you! Which you're ruining, by the way, by making me propose to you in a bar!"

Somewhere in the background, In My Feelings by Drake plays while oblivious, drunk patrons grind out on the dance floor. They seem unconcerned with the fact that history is being made right in front of you – history, witnessed by only yourself, Jimin, Seokjin and Minsun. Hoseok disappeared sometime around the second time Minsun tried to knock over his drink.

Minsun blinks, taking an uncertain step backwards. "You... what?"

"I want to marry you!" Seokjin yells, stepping closer. "I want to marry you," he says, softer this time. His hands find her elbows, tracing circles over her skin.

Minsun stares back at him, lips parted in shock. "I..." She falters, suddenly at a loss.

Seokjin smiles. "What," he murmurs, pushing a hand through her hair. He is still holding onto the small, blue box with the other. "No smart answer, for me?"

Minsun inhales, as though she might yell at him – before she lifts on her toes and kisses him smack on the lips. Seokjin laughs, words muffled when he pulls her closer and sinks into the gesture.

"You jerk," Minsun exclaims, pulling back. She scowls, starting to laugh but refusing to move. "How dare you propose to me like this – in a bar, no less!"

He huffs, yanking her closer. "I wasn't going to," Seokjin says. "I was going to propose to you tomorrow morning in bed and then you ruined it by stealing my wallet!"

Minsun grins. "When we're married," she says, looping both arms around his neck. "I'll have half of your wallet by law."

"You're such a gold-digger," he teases, kissing her again.

"Your gold-digger."

"So, is that a yes?"

"That's a fuck yes," Minsun says, grabbing his face and pulling him in for another kiss.

Seokjin responds eagerly, body moving against hers and you blink, suitably awkward when you realize where this is headed.

Jimin reaches down, tugging on your shirt. "Uh... let's go," he says, grabbing your hand.

Tugging you behind him, he pulls you onto the dance floor and leaves your overly-fond-of-PDA best friends behind. The song has changed, rap belting over the speakers but in the corner by the bathroom, Minsun and Seokjin do not seem to care. They are still kissing when you leave, one hand tangled in Jimin's. You keep glancing at him, since it has not escaped your notice that Jimin has not said anything since the proposal.

He smiled, sure. He laughed – but there is something to his gaze which is giving you pause. Jimin whirls suddenly around, pulling your body to his. "Let's celebrate," he half-yells, to be heard over the music.

"Celebrate what?" Your hands slide around his neck. "Minsun and Seokjin?"

"Yeah, sure." Jimin bends, nuzzling the exposed lines of your throat. "But also, life. Being together. Freedom. Whatever you want."

You nod, letting your hips sway with the music. The word freedom sticks in your mind; a double-edged sword in comparison to the others. As you dance, you chance another look to where Seokjin and Minsun were standing. They no longer are, having disappeared along with the change of music. You presume they are on their way to properly celebrate. It is not difficult to be happy for them. You have been there since the beginning, after all. You have seen their relationship blossom since college and you know this is the next logical step.