Work Text:
“Do you really have to go?” At the question, Seokjin turns around, exasperated to have had to deal with the repetition of it He makes a little jump to tug his jeans up for a better fit, and sighs.
“Yoongi”, he addresses the heap still wrapped in the duvet, buried underneath the pillows “I have a concert tonight on the other side of the city.” Seokjin wonders if he should risk wearing one of Yoongi’s bigger shirts instead of having to wear his heavy sweater in the summer heat. He opts for the shirt. Fuck it. If anyone is going to make any assumptions, they’ll probably be right anyways.
A loud groan is emitted from the bed and Seokjin would laugh if he hasn’t been hearing the same thing for the past 10 minutes.
“It’s dumb you know.” Seokjin can hear the pout. He’s turned around from the bed, checking himself in the mirror. He can see Yoongi in the reflection, his gaze transfixed on Seokjin’s back.
“What is?”
“We’re promoting at the same time, we’re signed onto the same company, but they just insist on putting us in different venues. They should just put us in the same venue, hell, they should just make a joint concert.”
“Babe”, Seokjin laughs out, “I don’t think your audience would enjoy our performances.”
“Why not?” the rapper's tone is so whiny and he can’t fight off the smile that forces itself into his expression as he slings on his guitar case
“Because they're fans of the 3 big bad rappers in all of South Korea. They don’t want to be hearing 3 idiots on stage with guitars, and an over enthusiastic idiot drummer who breaks more sticks than I can count.” Seokjin stalks back to the bed, readjusting the strap over his chest. He sits on the edge of the bed, as Yoongi lifts himself up and sits against the headboard.
The rapper reaches for Seokjin’s hand and plays with it in his lap as he begins to interlace their fingers “my fans can appreciate good music, hyung.”
Seokjin chuckles at the comment, and let’s out a soft “I know” before pressing a kiss on Yoongi’s cheek.
"I just miss you a lot."
Another kiss on the other cheek, "I know. I miss you a lot too"
"And I perform better when you're around." Now that, Seokjin had no idea about. He moves away to look at Yoongi's face. There's a blush on his face, and his lips are pressed into a thin line, but the sincerity is all there inside his eyes.
"What?"
Yoongi lowers his gaze and shrugs, "You make me want to become a better performer. A better everything, for you."
He stares at his boyfriend for a moment. Seokjin thinks he'll never be used to the depths and the ways that Yoongi can love him. It's in the little things he says, and does, that reminds the guitarist of the love that he receives everyday, from the man that gets his love in return. He'll never be used to the heat that rises to his cheeks, and the sick feeling that he gets in his stomach that makes him feel like he's on a roller coaster. And Seokjin's okay with that, he knows, as long as it's Min Yoongi causing them.
"But hey", the younger scoffs "you're the same. You perform differently whenever I'm there."
By habit and by nature, Seokjin pushes away from him and rolls his eyes, even when a voice in his head is telling him he knows exactly what Yoongi is talking about, and how true it is. "You're shameless."
The rapper pulls Seokjin back in for a kiss by the guitar strap, and the guitarist lets him, putty in his boyfriend's grip.
“I love you.” Yoongi murmurs softly.
Seokjin presses a peck against the younger's lips. “I love you, too.”
Yoongi reaches up for one more kiss, and smiles. Seokjin smiles back, wondering when he got so soft for one person; when had he let a single person have the power to move him and make his insides turn to jelly. The guitarist nods to himself, and thinks the kiss will be enough. The memories of last night will be enough. The thoughts of Yoongi, and being with Yoongi will be enough until they can see each other again. Until one of them can afford to sneak away from their schedule and join the other wherever they are.
“I’ll see you soon, yeah?” Seokjin asks as he gets up from the bed and makes his way to the door, very much aware of the pair of eyes following his every move. The question to stay just a little longer hangs in the air, unspoken.
“Hopefully sooner.” He smiles at the response, and sends a flying kiss towards the rapper, smug as a gummy smile makes it’s way onto Yoongi’s face. Seokjin turns around and keeps walking until he’s out of the hotel room, and down the elevator, and into a taxi. The guitarist thinks that if he had even turned his head a fraction to face back, he'd take Yoongi up on that offer of staying, even if only it was for a few minutes. Minutes that Seokjin had learned to cherish, and value with the utmost love and respect. It’s hard. Of course it’s hard to be dating another idol, but Seokjin has complete confidence that him and Yoongi has what it takes to make it.
The next time they see each other is unexpected. Well. At least for Seokjin.
When he first sees him, Seokjin wonders if he was finally going crazy in love. At the point where he sees his object of affection in places where they shouldn’t be. Even though he knew perfectly well that it was implausible , at the moment, the possibility had seemed valid enough. He blinks a couple of times, even shifts his gaze towards his other members to see if they can see him too. But Jimin was too busy with his drum solo, and Taehyung and Jeongguk were entertaining their own respective side of the crowd.
Seokjin looks down at the neck of his guitar, zoning on his fingers, and playing the right notes. Fucking focus, goddammit. But nonetheless, when he peers over to the side of the stage, Min Yoongi is standing there, a mask hiding a smile that Seokjin knows is present.
Seokjin can hear Jeongguk finishing his line, and with a little more purpose, and with more stride, Seokjin finishes off a riff, and walks to his mic for his solo.
Seokjin has always had a thrill when he performed. A fire inside him that he fails to tame, that results in memorable performances. He lives on the heat that travels through his veins every time he begins a riff, and he loves the burning sensation in his chest as he belts out the final lyrics to their song.
But with the knowledge of Yoongi being here , watching him perform, it fuels the fire, and Seokjin is riding out the burns. He hits the high note easily, even gives out an impromptu riff that Taehyung follows in suit on his bass, and that causes for Jeongguk to come up with some creative strumming patterns. And as he stares out into the crowd, the excited screams, and the rumbling claps, he wonders when a single person could be the inspiration to be better than he thought possible. He quietly admits to himself that Yoongi had been right.
Seokjin smiles at the crowd, and sends out numerous amounts of kisses, bowing gratefully with his band. He moves to the side of the stage to put down his guitar, and sends a cheeky wink in Yoongi’s way. The guitarist wishes he had captured the flush of red that appeared on the rapper’s face. He can hear Jeongguk make a surprised noise behind him, followed by a “Yoongi-hyung?”
The 2 guitarists set down their instruments beside each other, and make their way to center stage. Seokjin picks up his mic from his stand, and follows Jeongguk to meet up with the other 2 members. Seokjin wraps an arm around Jeongguk’s and Jimin’s shoulders, and lets them wrap their arms around his waist.
“We are House of Cards! Thank you for listening to us!” Seokjin screams into his mic before bending down with his members in a big grateful gesture for their fans. It wasn’t the largest venue, and not all of the seats were sold, but Seokjin had been hungry for this for so long. To be able to say that he’s successful, that he’s happy with where he was in his life. And it’s all thanks to their audience, to his company, to his band, and to the man that was waiting for him behind the stage.
The lights go out, and Seokjin immediately makes his way towards Yoongi, who had pulled down his mask to rest against his chin.
“Hey-”, Seokjin cuts him off with a soft kiss.
“Ew. Hyung! At least wipe off the sweat before you kiss your boyfriend!” Jimin comments in disgust, and Seokjin skillfully lifts up a hand to whack the back of his bandmate’s head. Both him and Yoongi smile against their kiss at the yelp from the drummer.
“Okay, okay. I get it. Don’t mess with the Big Hit power couple.” Jimin grumbles fondly at the couple. Jeongguk throws a towel Seokjin’s way with a “hyung! Catch!”, and Seokjin still doesn’t pull away as he catches the towel in his right hand.
Suddenly, Yoongi is pushed forward by a force, making their teeth painfully clash against each other. Finally, Seokjin glances up to see Taehyung with a cheesy, boxy smile on his face, accompanied by Jimin’s giggles, and Jeongguk’s chortles.
“Don’t be gross, and get a room!” Taehyung takes one glance at Seokjin’s expression and immediately makes a run for the dressing room, despite still being breathless from the concert.
“Yah, this brat-” Seokjin takes one step forward, but is quickly placated by a hand on his chest, and another kiss pressed against his lips.
“We can get revenge later.” Yoongi smiles up at him once he pulled away. "You did great out there."
Seokjin can feel his chest inflate with pride. He doesn’t know when Yoongi’s approval became so significant. “Of course, I did.”
The rapper groans, and hides his face in Seokjin’s shoulder. “I can’t believe you.”
“And I can’t believe you would come all the way over here when you should be preparing for your concert. That’s in less than 24 hours.” The guitarist pulls away from Yoongi to look at him in the eye, lacing their fingers together, tilting his head in question.
“I said sooner , didn’t I?”
“And you also said hopefully .”
“Well, I’ve always been a hopeless romantic.”
“You wrote a song about making people come just from your tongue technology.” Seokjin deadpans, and watches fondly as Yoongi giggles at his comment.
“Modern romance at it’s finest, I guess.” Yoongi adds shyly. They stand in silence for a few moments, holding each other, and enjoying the other's presence.
Seokjin decides to break the ice, “Want to take this to my room?” He knows how suggestive he sounds, and Yoongi laughs once again, nodding his head.