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It was hard to get to know Min Yoongi in one meeting— with bored eyes, lips that occasionally smirked, and a quiet demeanor, he was an easy person to misunderstand. Seokjin himself had had a hard time trying to get to know the younger when they first met, so he can’t really blame his friends when they don’t immediately warm up to his new boyfriend. At least they were trying to be polite, and that’s all Seokjin could ask for.
They are crowded around a large booth at one of Seokjin’s favorite restaurants, and the banter going around was loud and playful, but the atmosphere was still enveloped in some awkwardness because of their additional guest. This was the first time any of them were meeting Yoongi— and Seokjin had hoped it would be better to introduce him to all of them at once, but maybe this was rushed on his part.
“I’m going to run out to smoke really fast. ” Yoongi leans in to whisper to him, and Seokjin nods watching the smaller man head out with a frown. He’s a bit worried. Yoongi looks and acts aloof, but Seokjin knows it’s just a cover-up. Yoongi stripped of his false bravado and careful nonchalance, is really just shy. It’s difficult for him to open up, and even when he does it feels strained and awkward. Seokjin sees him trying tonight though and he appreciates the effort because he knows how hard it is for him.
Seokjin is pulled out of his thoughts when Jungkook’s passive face comes into view and he looks at Seokjin contemplating his words.
“Where did Yoongi Hyung go?” he asks eventually, and Seokjin blinks.
“Um, outside to smoke really fast.”
Jungkook’s frown deepens and he gets straight to the point. “Hyung you could literally have any guy you wanted, literally any guy would fall to their feet for you. So why Yoongi hyung?” he asks or basically demands. Seokjin feels a twinge of anger burn in his gut before he remembers again, his own first impressions of Yoongi and he calms down as Jungkook continues. “Don’t get me wrong hyung, he doesn’t seem like a terrible guy, but you can do better,” he finishes and looks at Seokjin trying to make his hyung understand, but Seokjin just smiles and shakes his head.
“You’ll see in due time Jungkook,” Seokjin replies and ruffles the younger boy’s hair. He notices Namjoon and Jimin also looking their way and listening, and he sees Namjoon wanting to say something but he holds back and sighs instead, and Seokjin doesn’t press. He knows it will take them time to warm up, Yoongi is a hard man to understand.
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Yoongi and Seokjin live close to each other and begin walking towards their apartments after the dinner. Seokjin invites Yoongi back over to his house though because he feels like the smaller man might think too much if he was left by himself tonight.
“I don’t think your friends like me too much,” Yoongi says. He doesn’t seem bothered— like this was just an observation, but Seokjin knows if left to dwell on it too much he might get a little upset, and berate himself perhaps.
“They’ll come around,” he says as a reply. “It’s a little hard to get to know you in one meeting.” and Yoongi looks up at him imploringly. Droopy eyes trying to understand the meaning of his words.
“It takes a few meetings to understand Min Yoongi,” he adds, and Yoongi watches him for a few more seconds, but when he understands it’s only a comment with no hidden undertones, he relaxes and leans against Seokjin. Hiding his body slightly behind him like he does sometimes when they walk together.
Yoongi is two things, self assured but also a little afraid of the world.
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Seokjin kisses up Yoongi’s jaw and tastes the bitterness of cigarettes on his skin. A scent he used to not be too sure what to make of, but now he associates with Yoongi. Sometimes when Seokjin is walking down the streets and he smells that specific brand of cigarettes on someone else, the same red pack and a cigarette dangling from another person’s lips that aren’t Yoongis, it always confuses him.
After a cigarette Yoongi loves to chase the taste away with cranberry juice. It’s such an odd choice, Yoongi doesn’t care for the stench of alcohol much, and water just doesn’t cut it so he always keeps cranberry juice nearby. It’s a habit for Seokjin to pick some up now when he goes to the grocery store because he wants to make sure he has it in case Yoongi comes over. Tonight isn’t any different, Yoongi takes a few sips before Seokjin comes up behind him kissing his neck, and hands lifting just the bottom of his shirt to palm at the warm skin underneath.
He kisses up his jaw and straight into the smaller man’s mouth and tastes that familiar flavor that is Yoongi. Cigarettes and cranberry juice are the scents that always leave Seokjin missing Yoongi.
Sometimes when Yoongi isn’t there and he hasn’t seen him in a few days because they're both busy, Seokjin will have a glass of juice himself, and think of him. Yoongi.
Everything is Yoongi to him.
Seoul didn’t feel like home after he moved here. The fast cars, loud noises, busy streets, he missed his small town. But these are things he associates with Yoongi now. The confident back of Min Yoongi as he navigates the busy night streets with his warm rough hand wrapped in Seokjin’s slightly smaller one. The gravelly voice of Yoongi over the phone as sirens and traffic create white noise in the background of the call.
Everything is Yoongi.
The apartment that seemed too lonely is filled with Yoongi’s deep grunts as he holds Seokjin down and drives into him hard, leaving Seokjin boneless and wanting. Wanting so intense it burns him from the inside out, has him crying and begging in a way that would leave him ashamed if he wasn’t so gone— until Yoongi wraps a hand around him and helps him along, whispering sweet praises at the shell of his ear and kisses up his neck and jaw. Seokjin comes with a broken sob and Yoongi kisses him again before helping clean him up and then hesitantly crawling back in next to Seokjin and placing himself at his side. Even after so much time together, Yoongi still looks so scared about coming back to bed with Seokjin again as if Seokjin might turn him away. Tell him he had a good time, but that he wanted him gone now. Yoongi crawls in next to him and fits himself into Seokjin's side so closely as if he wasn’t allowed to be here and someone might try to send him away. Seokjin always makes sure to pull Yoongi close during those times. To shower his face in kisses like you would with a child and pull Yoongi close to his chest, tucking his head under his chin. Usually, Yoongi doesn’t care much for such coddling, but he’s easily pliant in the quiet moments after they have had sex, and lets himself be taken care of. He eventually wriggles away when he comes off of his high, but during the block of time right after they are done, Yoongi is quiet and content against Seokjin’s side.
When Yoongi falls asleep Seokjin can still taste the faintness of him on his lips.
“Yoongi… Do you think forevers exist?” he asks looking out the window on his bedside, eyes tired. He’s not sure why he asks, perhaps he’s actually a little curious, perhaps he wants one for himself. He breathes in and out deeply.
Yoongi is quiet and Seokjin still thinks he’s asleep. He doesn’t want Yoongi’s answer anyways because he was content with what they had, even if it had an expiration on it. However, Yoongi shifts a bit and Seokjin gets startled when he looks down and finds the smaller man awake and looking up at him. He replies to Seokjin softly.
“I don’t know… But I want to try with you.” He answers.
Yoongi was a direct person, a realistic person, Yoongi believed in a happy today's, but unknown tomorrows, and bygone pasts. Seokjin hadn’t expected a reply, especially not one that gave him hope for more, and he can’t help it when his eyes fill and become glassy. Seokjin squeezes Yoongi close and the smaller man burrows into Seokjin’s side.
“Me too.” He whispers.
Yoongi is the sharp taste of cigarettes, but the hidden sweetness of cranberries.