We arrived at the karaoke building.
It was crowded students everywhere, laughter filling the air.
The three of us walked in quietly.
The silence felt awkward... so I broke it.
"Which song can you sing best?" I asked as soon as we entered the room.
"All of them," Jimin replied confidently.
"Soon, I'll be on TV as the nation's cutest K-pop musician Jiminshiii."
He grinned, his cross bag hanging loosely on his shoulder.
I laughed.
Only me.
Yoongi just walked in silently, one hand holding his bag like always.
We sat down.
The music started.
Jimin grabbed the mic first.
He sang beautifully.
"Ohhh~~~" I gasped without realizing it.
When it was my turn, I froze.
"I'm actually a bad singer," I warned quickly.
"And no laughing," I added, pointing at them.
I dropped my bag and walked up to the stage, choosing a song.
The moment I held the mic
"Hehe."
Jimin laughed.
"Yah!" I snapped.
He quickly covered his mouth, still smiling.Yoongi didn't laugh.
But his eyes did.
They softened.
Like he was amused... quietly.
After singing and after Yoongi refused to sing we left the room and walked into the game store next door.
Colorful lights. Toys behind glass.
"That one's so cute," I said, pointing at a small cat plushie.
"It looks just like my cat, Tang."
.
"Watch me get it for you," Jimin said confidently.
He tried the claw machine.
Failed.
"I'm not used to this," he muttered.
I almost laughed.
Probably used to buying the entire claw machine including the seller
Then Yoongi stepped forward.
Without a word.
He studied the machine carefully... then adjusted the position slowly.
I stared at him.
Focused.
Calm.
Different.
The machine moved.
And I held my breath.