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“So what did you get?” Jimin said as he, quite literally, bounced up to the counter at Starbucks.
“What?” Yoongi furrowed his brows. “Jimin, I’m working, what are you going on about?” The younger rolled his eyes.
“On the song, what did you get?” Jimin smiled, small, and Yoongi kind of wanted to curl up and die.
“A 100,” Yoongi nearly exploded when Jimin gave an award winning grin. “Now order something or leave,” he said, trying to appear disinterested. But, before Jimin had a chance to even open his mouth to answer, the door opened behind the younger and a loud voice filled the open cafe.
“Park Ji- Min!” Some guy with brown hair waltzed in. He was tall, scrawny, kind of looked like a horse. “Fancy seeing you here.” Yoongi saw Jimin physically tense up.
“What do you want, Hoseok?” Jimin stayed facing forward, lowering his head.
“Oh, nothing particular,” Hoseok approached the counter and slung his arm around Jimin’s shoulder, from which the orange haired man tried to wiggle away. Yoongi watched this all unfold with suspicious eyes.
“Don’t touch me,” Jimin finally said, breaking free of the embrace.
“Why’s that, huh? You don’t normally seem to have a problem with men touching you,” Hoseok smirked to himself, and Yoongi knit his brows together.
“If he doesn’t want you to touch him, don’t,” Yoongi spoke up. His voice was small, but Hoseok’s snapped his head to look at the shorter despite the volume.
“You know that he’s gay, right?” Hoseok spat. Jimin physically cringed.
“And?” Yoongi shot right back.
“That’s nasty,” Hoseok screwed his face into one of disgust. “Absolutely despicable,” Hoseok said to Jimin this time, who had his eyes trained on his shoes. “To think I dance in the same room as you, I bet you’re only there to stare at all of us, god. Don’t you think that’s just awful?” Hoseok turned to Yoongi.
“No,” Yoongi deadpanned. “In fact, I think that it’s so not awful, that I, myself, am gay,” Yoongi said, surprising everyone in the room, including himself, but he pushed on anyway, “and if you ever feel the need to find Jimin and pick on him for something so miniscule and absolutely irrelevant to you, you can come here and find me, instead, I’ll even give you my work schedule for convenience.” Hoseok’s eyes widened with each word. Yoongi leaned over the counter and got extremely close to the other’s face, and whispered, “I think it’s time for you to go,” with eyes half lidded, and that’s what had Hoseok turning on heel and storming out of the shop. Then Yoongi thought, as he watched the brunette’s retreating figure, about all of the times he’d heard Jimin’s name uttered in the lecture halls, and around campus. He’d mostly tuned it out, but now that he’s trying to really recall what was said, he does. All of them calling him disgusting, awful, cruel, and all the slurs under the sun. What he’d mistaken for awe and jealousy, was actually disgust and repulsion. And Yoongi suddenly took back every bad thing he’d ever thought about the shaking kid standing across from him.
Yoongi leaned back on his heels and took in a deep breath. He dared a glance at Jimin, in total shock.
“Dude. Bro.” Yoongi’s eyes were wide, his heart racing. All the confidence he had in him was now drained and he was left feeling kind of sick. “I’m fucking gay.” He ran his hands through his minty hair and breathed out heavily.
“I’m sorry,” Jimin said, voice small. He was still looking at the ground, and it sounded a bit like he was crying, so Yoongi looked at him.
“Hey,” He said, softly. Jimin looked up, and there were, in fact, tears in his eyes. “Look, people acting like that isn’t your fault.” Jimin shook his head.
“I shouldn’t have-”
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Yoongi said a little breathlessly. “Honestly thanks.” Jimin looked a little surprised at that, wiping his tears away. Yoongi promised to beat up whoever Hoseok Was the next time he saw him. He decided right then and there that he never wanted to see Jimin cry ever again.
“Why are you thanking me?” Jimin sounded exasperated.
“For-” Yoongi paused. He looked at the clock. The shop should have closed two minutes ago, so he took off his apron as he tried to find his words. “I don’t know, making me realize how gay I actually am, god. Have you ever seen yourself? Not fair. Shame that people like him get to see you every day and I don’t.” Yoongi looked to Jimin. “Not fair. Let’s change that.”
“... what?” Jimin’s eyes were wide. “I- You genuinely don’t hate me?”
“Park Jimin do you ever listen? I’ve known you for like three weeks and you’ve already got me liking you more than I like Namjoon.” Yoongi walked out from behind the counter and to the door, flipping the open sign to closed, and finally looking back to Jimin. “Coming?” Jimin gave him a look of confusion.
“Where?” Jimin took a hesitant step forward, then stopped.
“On a date.” Yoongi rolled his eyes.
“Oh… Are you sure?” Jimin ran his hand through his fried locks.
“Jimin,” Yoongi all but whined. “We’ve embarassed each other enough, give me this.” Jimin smiled. It was small, but Yoongi saw it.
“Okay,” He finally said, walking toward Yoongi with a newfound happiness in his step. “Idl give you the sun, if you asked, honestly,” Jimin whispered as he passed the older.
~ BONUS ~
“Tae, please stop clinging,” Jungkook whined. He was currently wrapped in a backhug, having to waddle down the sidewalk to accommodate his boyfriend. He saw the stares, and he wasn’t sure if he’d ever get used to them, but he didn’t mind, because he had an actual angel of a boyfriend who complimented him always and talked strangers down whenever needed. He was in pure bliss and he wasn’t sure he’d ever get used to how lucky he got.
“But Kookie, you like it, and you’ve told me you like it, so really, you’re just uncomfortable about people staring, and I’ve told you to not worry about them, and only worry about me,” Taehyung says defensively. Jungkook also doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to Taehyung saying whatever comes to his mind.
But he thinks that that’s okay as Tae plants a small peck on his ear, turning his face a deep shade of red. He could try.
~ DOUBLE BONUS ~
Yoongi walked into his shared dorm after his and Jimin’s fourth or fifth date to fresh smelling food, and a smiling Namjoon working diligently in the kitchen. The younger turned to greet Yoongi, and the younger nodded in return.
“What’s got you so happy?” yoongi muses, ruffling Namjoon’s hair.
“Did you… talk to Jin?” Namjoon asks, shyly. Yoongi’s brows pull together in a scowl.
“After spreading ‘Suga’ across campus? No way.” Yoongi scoffs at Namjoon’s light chuckle.
“I mean- about me,” His tone shifts and Yoongi’s not sure what it’s supposed to mean.
“I mentioned you once or twice,” Yoongi admits, leaning against the counter. “Why?”
“Oh,” Namjoon smiles to himself again. “Nothing, he just asked me out.” Yoongi sputtered.
“Seriously?” Yoongi smiled along with Namjoon, walking to pat his roommate on the back. “Finally my dude.”
“Finally?” Namjoon raises an eyebrow.
“Nothing,” Yoongi waves him off. “Let me know what dinner’s ready, I’ve got to do some last minute homework.”
“Okay, whatever,” Namjoon laughs. “Don’t overwork yourself.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Yoongi muttered as he made his way into the living room. His phone vibrated in his pocket and when he pulled it out, he smiled to himself.
From: Sunshine
See you tomorrow, Suga ;)
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And Yoongi thought it didn’t sound so bad. Maybe he could get used to it.