(ship requested by Granger_watson2nd)

(Concept: Yoongi and Mina are a  performing duo. Yoongi plays the piano or the guitar, while Mina handles the vocals. After working together for so long and traveling the world together, something starts to unravel)

(Yoongi POV)

"So when's our next gig?" I ask Mina as I fall onto the bed.

The two of us just got back from a gig playing at a restaurant looking for live music. We take every opportunity we get, even if we have to travel far. We're staying in a hotel for the night since we couldn't get tickets home until tomorrow afternoon. 

"Next Thursday." Mina says, "We were invited to a music festival in Gangnam."

"Gangnam." I repeat, "Cool."

I hear her chuckle.

"What? What's so funny?" I ask.

"Nothing."

She always does this. She always teases me. I know her too well.

I roll my eyes, "Go to sleep already. You were the one complaining about being tired."

"I'm not so tired anymore. I wanna stay up."

"And do what?"

"Talk to you." She says, "I know you're not going to sleep anytime soon."

I guess she knows me just like I know her.

We stayed up, talking into the night. We talked about everything and anything we could think of. Talking to her is always like a breath of fresh air.

Mina just gets me. She understands.

We met through music, so we have a special connection through it. I play the notes; she sings the words. We had everything we needed to make simple, beautiful music together.

When we're performing on stage together, it's like my body moves on its own, playing whatever instrument I'm playing, but my mind is focused on her. I could listen to her sing all day. Her voice is so comforting to me.

At some point in the night, we were talking until she suddenly stopped responding to the conversation. She fell asleep.

"Cute." I smile to myself before turning over and trying to fall asleep, too.

But I just couldn't sleep. My thoughts were keeping me awake. I've been having the same thoughts lately.

I think...I might have feelings for Mina.

But I can't tell her that. What if that ruins things between us? It's too risky.

But I keep getting those thoughts.

We've traveled the world together.  We've been doing this for years. We're "friends," but I swear I feel we have a connection so much stronger. She's my best friend, my partner. We're a team.

We have this bond that I've never felt with anyone else. After working together for so long, I feel like we do everything together. When she's not with me, it feels strange; it feels like a part of me is missing.

Why do I feel this way?

Sometimes, when we perform songs about love, she sings those lyrics, and it feels like she's singing them to me. Or rather, I feel like they apply to what I feel for her.

Every time we finish a song, she turns and smiles at me before we both stand to bow. That has to be my favorite part.

She jokes with me and says I don't smile enough, but whenever she smiles at me, I always smile back.

I couldn't sleep all night. I started getting some crazy ideas.

What if I told her how I felt? What if she feels the same way? I'm never going to find out unless I do something  about it. I should just do it. Just get it off of my chest to get some kind of relief, no matter what the outcome is.

Yeah. I'm going to do it.

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"Oppa, are you ready to go?"

"I...uh.."

This is so much harder than I thought it would be. I was so nervous now that she was standing right in front of me.

"Can I tell you something?" I ask.

She looks at me, confused, "Yeah. Of course."

"I love you." I finally spit it out.

I immediately felt my face get warm as we both just stood there for a moment.

"Oppa..."

"I'm sorry." I apologize. I probably made her uncomfortable. 

"Why are you apologizing? You didn't do anything wrong."

She steps closer to me.

"I love you, Yoongi. You mean the world to me." She says, "I'm so glad to have you in my life."

She took the words right out of my mouth.

"Do you really mean that?" I ask, my voice becoming quieter with every word.

"You don't believe me?"

Her eyes locked onto mine. Her gaze always made me nervous.

I swallow as her hand goes up toward my face, but she reaches to move my fringe away from my eyes. 

We were so close. I gave into my body's urges, and I moved forward just enough.

I kissed her.

My body shudders at the new, intense feeling. My eyes were shut, but I could feel her hands on my chest. My hands gently wrapped around her waist, holding her. I didn't want this to end.

Eventually, though, we had to pull apart to let each other breathe. We stopped but continued to hold each other, staring into each other's eyes.

"So you believe me now?" She asks.

I decided to mess with her like she always messes with me.

"Actually... I'm not sure yet. Maybe another kiss will help."

She sighs, but she plays along.

This one was short and sweet but still appreciated.

"Be my girlfriend, Myoui Mina." I say.

"You're moving pretty fast, oppa." She laughs, "You must really want this."

"You have no idea."