We've officially finished the first cycle!

This time, I need you guys to choose. Sorry but I won't tell you what it's about. :D

Which of these ships would you like to read more, or do you like the most?

Namjin

Sugamon

Namseok

Minjoon

Vmon

Namkook

I am making a new story in the future after I finish my other book. Will any of you rather read:

a.)  Demon/fallen angel!Jin and human! Namjoon. Where Namjoon's a fan of the supernatural who wanted to summon a demon but gets more than what he bargained for. (Yes, I'm talking about that Seokjin chapter.)

b.) Omegaverse AU. Not your usual omegaverse. And no, it's not going to be an omega Namjoon, nor alpha Namjoon. His scent won't smell like peaches and cream either. His alpha will most likely be someone from the maknae line. I'm thinking about Jimin, Jungkook, or Taehyung as his alpha. If you chose letter b, then choose which one of them:

Jimin

Jungkook

Taehyung

I'm fine with writing one or the other. I'm just kinda torn what I should write first. I'm anticipating for both stories.

Please cooperate, I badly want to know your thoughts. >.<

To those who answered, please scroll down to enjoy your reward. UWU

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"Hyung, wake up," a small voice whispered, shaking the sleeping man's shoulders.

The man on the bed groaned but didn't move an inch.

Jimin was sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to wake Namjoon up. It was 2 am in the morning, all the guys in their enormous apartment were already in each of their own rooms, asleep on their beds. Jimin was the only person awake in their dorm, never feeling quite tired despite the fact that they've exhausted themselves from dance practice and neverending schedules.

"You have to wake up," Jimin whispered louder. He brought his face close to Namjoon's face; their lips a hair thread apart. One minuscule movement and their lips will surely bump to each other.

"Hmm..." Namjoon grumbled and attempted to move, resulting for their lips to close the gap between them.

Jimin giggled when they did kiss. Namjoon pouted when Jimin moved his head back to look at Namjoon's face. The latter finally opened his eyes, still pouting.

"What time is it?" He croaked, his voice raspy from sleep and tiredness.

"2 am something," Jimin replied, grinning sheepishly because he was totally aware that it was completely not cool to wake someone up at 2 am in the morning, and that someone being a very busy idol. A very sleep deprived idol.

"Can we just sleep? The thought of us being together right now is enough, right? Please?" Namjoon pleaded.

"But...I...I've already made plans for this day...or night--whatever. Please?" Jimin pouted, trying his best to pull off a puppy dog eyes that he knew the older couldn't resist.

Namjoon sighed defeatedly. He need not to say anything, Jimin muttered yes and kissed Namjoon's cheeks unstoppably. Namjoon giggled, Jimin's lips was tickling his cheeks.

"Tada!" Jimin held both his hands out to showcase two bicycles parked outside their apartment.

"Oh," Seems like Namjoon already got what they were about to do.

It was quite romantic if he thought about it. Riding bicycles at 2 am in the morning without him knowing where to go-- not to mention he's freaking sleepy and it's freezing. Really romantic.

"Come on!" Jimin grabbed his wrist and excitedly pulled him towards the bikes. The smaller gave him the other one with a big smile on his face.

Jimin was the first one to get on the bicycle. "Joonie, come onnn!" He shouted when he was a few meters ahead already.

Namjoon shook his head but followed suit. He got on the bike and proceeded to catch up to Jimin.

"Whoooh!" Jimin yelled and he giggled happily. No one was up anyway to hear his howls of celebrating his temporary freedom.

Namjoon laughed when Jimin yelled "We're freeeee!" and momentarily putting his hands up in the air recklessly.

The crisp, cold midnight-ish air was slapping Namjoon's cheeks; the dim lemony glow of the street lamps creating a serene picture-perfect scene in front of him. A male in his twenties, discreetly showing a devil-may-care rebellious phase at 2 am in the morning.

A smile made its way on the older's face. Moments just like this just had to be burned into his phone's gallery-- so he would have a reason to persevere. A moving memory. A beautiful reminder. A medicine of some sorts, just so he could survive another day; to push through the dire, most tiresome and depressing days. Until a day would come that he could make moments like this with him again.

"We're almost there," Jimin said. He slowed down his pace to let Namjoon catch up to him. He smiled, when they were finally side by side. "You look beautiful, hyung," Jimin complimented. It was true though. The dim tangerine lights from the street lamp went so well with Namjoon's soft facial features, giving the older an ethereal glow.

"That's random," Namjoon said in order to hide the fact that his heart was combusting, threaning to escape from his ribcage.

"But true," Jimin replied. "Hold my hand." He held his hands beside Namjoon, waiting for the other to clasp their hands together.

"No way, we're going to fall," Namjoon's lying. He knew how to ride bicycles without using both hands. But he liked teasing Jimin.

"Stop being a poop and hold my hand!" Jimin whined.

Namjoon chuckled and finally held Jimin's hand, his right hand clasped with Jimin's left.

They rode together beside each other, holding each other's hands. Letting go was last thing they wanted to do.

They finally stopped into a park where they could see an overlooking view of the city beneath them. They left the bicycles beside a tree. The two looked at the view. It was quiet.

Jimin side eyed at Namjoon, who was staring in awe at the view. Jimin exhaled, creating a comically heart-shaped fog from his breath due to the cold. Turned out his love for Namjoon would manifest even in his breath. He lived and breathed for Namjoon.

He placed his hand to Namjoon's hand. He clasped his hand tightly to the older, making Namjoon look at him.

"Happy first anniversary, Namjoon," he said, eyes looking at him fondly.

Namjoon smiled, his dimples looking like a real deep moon crater on his cheeks. Jimin chuckled at the thought. A moon. Their fans say Namjoon's a moonchild. He guessed Namjoon probably was. But for Jimin, Namjoon was his light in his dark. The pioneer of his happiness during his gloomy days. They were both surrounded by darkness, but Namjoon still shined. But Namjoon's light wasn't always the brightest. Sometimes it was faint. Sometimes, dark covers half of his gleam. Sometimes, he never glowed at all. But he was there. He was always there. He was Jimin's moon, and Jimin-- was his moonchild.

"Happy anniversary, Jimin," Namjoon said.

Jimin's eyes stared to Namjoon's plump lips. A moment was all it took for him to surge forward. Their lips met. It was a calm, savoring kiss. Furrowed eyebrows and perfectly still lips. Quick heartbeats and hot bated breaths. A still moment. A still moment for only two people. Two idols having their first date in months. Two twenty something individuals having a burst of rebellion at 2 am. Two silhouettes kissing under the bright full moon.

Two young lovers celebrating their one-year old love.

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Thank you for reading this book. See you next chapter! ❤