They make their way up a flight of stairs followed by another, followed by another, and Jimin is only growing more perplexed by the minute. But when they reach the top, Jimin finds himself standing on the restaurant's rooftop and it nearly takes his breath away. There are only a handful of tables, even less patrons, and a secluded bar. There are twinkly lights hanging from every inch of the trellis, a fire pit off to the side of the roof, and while their surroundings are beautiful, it's what's just beyond them that Jimin can't tear his eyes away from. The city is positively glowing, somehow both bright and dim, and Jimin suddenly feels very, very small.

He turns to Jungkook, feeling stupid for unable to come up with any words to adequately describe what's running through his mind right now, and Jungkook clearly takes pity.

" It's a lot, I know, but I've wanted to come here for months, and I thought you would like it." He takes a deep breath. " Do you?"

Jimin throws back his head and laughs. " Jungkook, you're absolutely insane. This is..."

" Gentlemen?" The hostess interrupts him, gesturing towards the empty table for two. They take their seats, thanking the hostess and they watch her make her way back down the stairs.

Jimin sits back in his chair.

" Jungkook, this is really nice," he says quietly.

Jungkook smiles and runs his hands through his hair. " Would have been more nicer in the jumper I had on before."

He rolls his eyes. " I really don't think the jumper would have made much of a difference, Kook."

" Good, then I don't have to dress up for you ever again."

" Aw, you dressed up for me?"

Jungkook sticks out his tongue. Mature. " Yeah, well, you dressed up for me."

Jimin looks down at himself, touching the soft material of his shirt. He changed so many times before Jungkook arrived that he doesn't even remember what he's wearing. " This ol thing? Nah. I wouldn't dress up for you."

Jungkook sips at his glass of water, skimming over the menu. He doesn't look up when he says. " You don't need to. You always look amazing. Honestly, it drives me crazy."

He reaches for his own glass of water. Clearing his throat, he takes several large sips of water. One day, Jungkook won't fluster the hell out of him.

Today is not that day, apparently.

They order their meals, order some drinks, and eventually, once they're finished, move over to the bar. And Jimin wants to punch himself for getting so worked up over this entire thing. Everything feels exactly the same as it typically does, with the exception of Jungkook flirting more than usual and keeping his hand on Jimin's thigh.

It's still a little off putting that this all works so easily, though. It shouldn't be so simple to go from best friends on a Friday to...whatever this is by Saturday.

He has four drinks in him when he asks. " Jungkook? How is the...Why is this...This seems very simple. And I'm not entirely sure how that's possible."

Jungkook sets down his drink. " What? You and me?"

The way he says you and me sounds so natural, like it's always been that way. " Yeah. You and me." He loves the way it sounds rolling of his own tongue.

Jungkook slides his hand back up Jimin's thigh, squeezing, reassuring.

" I think, um, probably, because I've been waiting for you to catch up to me."

Jimin looks at Jungkook. That's not what he'd expected him to say at all. When he'd played this potential conversation over in his head earlier in the day, he'd thought of this as a possibility, a possibility that Jungkook had been interested all along and Jimin had just been blind to it. But he never honestly thought that was really the case. He's a bit taken back by it. A bit overwhelmed, a bit flattered, and extremely pleased. " Really?" he manages to speak out.

Jungkook nods slowly, his lips mashed together. " Is that okay?"

Jimin's smile takes over his face lazily. Probably from the drinks. Probably not, though. " Yeah, babe, that's okay." Jungkook's smile is bright and his dimple pops out again. This time, Jimin doesn't stop himself from dragging his finger across it. Jungkook blinks, his movement languid.

He drops his hand from Jungkook's face and reaches for his drink again, holding it up. " Cheers."

Jungkook holds up his drink too, and they clink them together. " Cheers Min."

They're both quiet for a moment. Jimin taps his fingers against the bar top. " How long?"

He sighs and smiles again. " Long enough."

" That's all your gonna say?"

" Mhm."

" Not even if I get a few more drinks in you?"

Jungkook shakes his head. " Nope!"

" You'll tell me eventually, right?"

" Probably not."

Jimin looks up at him through his lashes. " Kook."

" Probably."

They say cheers again.

Jungkook pulls into Jimin's driveway just before midnight. The owl that lives in his back garden is awake and noisy, hooting every few moments. It's stops though, when Jimin slams the Jeep door shut behind him.

They walk up the pathway together; it's not the first time they've made this walk, but it certainly feels brand new. Jimin looks over at Jungkook, and Jungkook looks back.

" What?" he asks, amused.

" Nothing." Jimin replies with a smirk.

" Alrighty, then."

" Okay."

" Good talk."