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Seokjin stands awkwardly in a corner, the bouquet clutched in his hands and cap deep in his face. Around him, the staff is flitting around, ever busy wrapping things up after the concert. Occasionally, someone nods at him in greeting, but most of the time he’s left alone – a feeling he’s still getting used to, ever since he got a buzz cut and swapped soft pink for military green and left home. It’s gotten more quiet around him and he doesn’t know for sure if it’s because the military regulations demand this level of discretion and for once the public obeys, or because now his handsome face is unrecognizable without the frame of his hair.
“Hyung!” Seokjin perks up, his heart flipping warmly in his chest as his eyes land on his Yoongi. He smiles. As long as Yoongi will always find him, he doesn’t care if people don’t recognize him anymore. Further thoughts are pushed away as Yoongi rushes towards him – all gummy smiles, damp hair and fluffy post-concert attire. Seems like Agust D is stripped away to leave but Suga-sweet Yoongi. Laughing, Seokjin opens his arms thus saving the flowers last minute as Yoongi throws himself around his neck, squeezing Seokjin tight – as if he didn’t just hug the whole world out there.
“Yoongichi,” Seokjin murmurs into his shoulder, his voice hoarse from screaming along the concert, aching with longing. Oh, how he’s missed him. He holds him tighter, breathing him in, feeling Yoongi’s heart beat against his own, feeling like he’s back home.
“You came,” Yoongi says, his face pressed into the crook of his neck, breath hot and familiar against his skin. “You came.”
“Of course, I couldn’t miss this. You were amazing.”
He feels the huff of a laugh when Yoongi’s nose grazes his jaw as he pulls back. His mouth, now mere inches away from Seokjin’s, lifts at the corners, pushing up his soft cheeks, crinkling the edges of his eyes. He gives him a tender look. “Yeah? Did you like Agust D?”
“I prefer BTS’ Suga,” Seokjin hums, smiling at Yoongi’s sudden pout.
Tilting his head, he closes the last distance between them, another confession on his lips, whispered into their kiss.
“But I like my Yoongichi the most.”