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“So, explain to me again, how exactly a blind kid is the main star of your acting class?” Yoongi trailed his nacho in the dip, taking the time to absently carve out an A into it. He pursed his lips and chanced a glance up at Jimin and Taehyung’s identically confused expressions, hiding a smile behind his sleeve.
“Sir, please rephrase your question,” Taehyung tried, a slow but baffling grin erupting across his face, the assurance that he had cracked the code to this unanswerable quest.
“I mean logistically.”
“Yes?”
“How?” Yoongi felt his own smile falter at the clear incomprehension on the other two’s faces, “Like won’t he fall off the stage or something?”
“Oh oh!” Jimin tossed his head, waving his hand dismissively, “Kook isn’t like blind, I mean he is, but he knows things.”
“Uh huh,”
“He just knows where things are, knows how people look, just knows things,” Jimin teetered out, face contorting slightly in thought, “Huh, that’s kinda weird. I’d never thought about it before.”
Taehyung rolled his eyes exaggeratedly, a long suffering sigh to emphasise his exasperation.
“Kook happens to have intuition you absolute morons, he knows things because he pays attention to other (here he gestured at his ears and mouth) cues and details. And none of this even slightly relates to the fact that he’s a great talented actor.”
“It just seems strange,” Yoongi shrugged half-heartedly, mind already wandering away from the conversation, “That someone would be able to engage with other people and the audience convincingly if they can’t see, that’s all.”
“I guess you’d understand if you met him. He’s just so sweet and sincere and quiet that the connection forms around him, y’know?”
“I guess.”
“Is it a difficult concept because you can’t connect with anyone despite being a perfectly functional human being?”
“….I guess.”
“Yoongi hyung.”
“Hm?”
“You really have no imagination.”
……
It was raining buckets and Yoongi was more miserable than he could ever remember having been before, though in all fairness he had said the same thing yesterday. He stood shivering in line, the rude draft from the air conditioning attacking his skin whenever the swing led it astray. He gritted his teeth, bouncing on the balls of his feet lightly to try and drive some of the wet wet cold away from his bones. But the persistent drip drip from his hair to his shoulders combined with the girl at the head of the line’s inability to decide on her order was pushing him closer to death by the second. Death and murder. There was no way he would go out alone. He was taking toffee-Frappuccino-no-sorry-chai-tea-latte with him.
He stuffed his clammy hands into his pockets, cursing Hoseok mentally for convincing him not to invest in an umbrella only to invest in an umbrella himself and absolutely never share it with Yoongi. Hopping lightly from foot to foot, he worried his wallet out of his too wet too slick pants, easing it lose with numb fingers. Opening it he felt his heart sink, seeing that all he had were a few very very wet thousand won notes. Chinese takeout had cost more than he had accounted for now that he thought about it. And where the hell were those brats? Why were they never on time?
As cruel timing usually tends to work, Yoongi found himself at the head of the line, the cashier glancing suspiciously at his soggy change. Clasping his hand around it tightly, Yoongi cleared his throat. If he acted like nothing was wrong, nothing would be wrong.
“Can I get a hot Americano please?”
“Five thousand and eight hundred won please.”
“Here.”
The cashier (Lucy? Lucy) took the note gingerly, disgust etched into her features as she examined its worn out state. Yoongi felt his cheeks heat up despite himself, knowing that it was more than just the money being judged.
“I’m sorry we don’t accept cash that’s not in an optimum state,” She deadpanned, handing the note back.
Don’t start throwing hands Yoongi, use your words. “Okay but-“
The door to the coffee shop flew open with a bang, all heads snapping around to stare at the sudden intrusion. Looking back at the moment, it was all very much like a movie.
The intruder wore a canary yellow rain coat, a colour so blinding Yoongi was sure his eyes sustained permanent damage with a single look. A pair of matching latex black boots, an incredibly tall yet slim build, Yoongi felt personally offended as the figure marched in, the rain somehow making him look more perfect. Not that Yoongi had ever seen him before, he just had an inkling. He pushed back his hood, shaking the droplets of water from his side-parted hair and damn Yoongi for feeling like he was in a fucking commercial.
“Jeonggukie oppa,” Lucy squealed, Yoongi long forgotten as the stranger gave her a stunningly soft smile, “You should be careful you could catch a cold.”
“That’s alright,” He laughed easily, voice too breathy too sexual too turning-Yoongi-the-fuck-on to be allowed in public, “I really needed something warm,” He trilled the last r in such a way that Yoongi actually felt his throat go a little dry.
“The usual then?” Lucy asked hopefully, beaming with pride at knowing this Jeonggukie oppa’s usual.
He shook his head, a simple gesture shattering her hopes and dreams and maybe silencing the wedding bells visibly ringing in her mind.
“No I was hoping you could make me a Hot White Mocha? But with soy milk, two pumps of caramel on the side, brown sugar of course, and could you be an absolute darling and throw in a banana as well?” A vigorously nodding Lucy frantically scribbled his order onto a cup. The boy, to Yoongi’s absolute chagrin a decent inch taller than him, reached into his coat to pull out his very wet wallet with its very wet notes. His elbow accidentally bumped Yoongi and he looked up with wide brown brown doe eyes, blinking softly. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there.”
Seemed a far cry as Yoongi was standing smack damn in front of the cashier’s counter. But he’d let it pass, mostly cause the stranger’s victoria secret was making him kinda heady.
“S’okay.”
As though remembering him for the first time, the cashier turned back, “We can’t accept your money, sorry.”
And Yoongi was going to point out that his money was no more wet or gross than the newcomer’s and if she wanted to be so fucking judgemental and biased she could do it on someone else’s time thank you very much when
“No no let me,” Yoongi’s head snapped up, brow furrowing in slight disbelief at the rom-com unfolding around him, “Give me my order and whatever uh,”
“Yoongi, and you don’t have to.”
“Yoongi, and it’s my fault for cutting you off, is having.”
Yoongi was a bit too cold and a bit too intrigued to refuse, so he huddled into himself at the counter wondering if he should point out that his money would be wet with or without this boy when he noticed the other’s focused gaze on him.
“Yoongi,” He muttered softly, head cocking to one side, “Yoongi Yoongi Yoongi.”
“That’s my name yeah,” Yoongi muttered, eyes widening slightly to himself in embarrassed judgment. It was a good thing this kid was prettier than sin because he was just about weird enough to counter it.
“Yoon-gi,” He said again, a mere whisper, and Yoongi was starting to have a strange reaction to this life-sized doll low-key moaning his name in public. It really takes all types sometimes, “Yoongi hyung?”
It was a question, Yoongi wasn’t sure why. He was starting to regret that offer for coffee.
“Sure kid, whatever you want.”
The kid, Jeonggukie if he recalled correctly, threw his head back, clear laughter spilling from his mouth as his bright bright slightly colourless unfocused eyes beamed at him. Yoongi glanced around self-consciously knowing all eyes were on them. Some people just had no filter and this kid gave Seokjin competition as being the definition of extra.
“Yoongi as in Taehyungie and Jiminie’s hyung?”
Ah, that was the question.
“You know Jiminie and Tae?”
Jeonggukie nodded, attention drawn back to the counter as Lucy came bustling with their drinks, “Here oppa,” She breathed, eyes openly roaming the boy with an all-out lecherous hunger. Help.
“Thanks,” Yoongi didn’t miss the way the cashier pressed the cup into his hand like give the boy some fucking space woman, being left to take his own cup from the corner.
Yoongi turned to leave when he heard that voice following him, seemingly thinking they were still engaged in conversation.
“Yeah, they’re in my drama and dance classes.”
Of course, performance kids were always whack as all hell, “And they mentioned me to you?”
“Um hm,” He nodded again, hand reaching out to rest on the back of a chair that a giant jock was sitting in, “Excuse me, is this chair free?”
I mean there’s someone physically sitting in it. Yoongi stared at him a brief moment, one eye shrinking in horror, “NO!” He all but yelled, startling both the occupant and this here Jeonggukie. He groaned slightly knowing that Jimin and Taehyung would hold “WAS RUDE TO OUR FRIEND ON THE 2ND OF AUGUST” against him for the rest of his life. So he grabbed his hand, pulling him to the only free table and depositing him in a seat, squirming into the one opposite.
“Thanks,” The kid mumbled, cheeks stained a pretty pretty pink as he kept his gaze cast downwards.
An awkward minute passed where neither of them said anything and Yoongi had the decency to start feeling bad about yelling.
“I’m Jeongguk,” He offered, head tilting to one side, “I’m a freshman. An acting major.”
A freshman that walked around like he owned the place and bought seniors coffee. Radical.
Actors.
“Well you already seem to know who I am,” Yoongi muttered, hating himself for the way his eyes kept darting towards the boy’s pink pink lips.
He nodded, enthusiasm flooding his being once again, “Yeah they said that you’re a rapper and a production major. That’s really cool.”
“They sure managed to say a lot.”
“Yeah,” Jeongguk took a sip from his drink, pausing to mull it over, “They talk about you a lot.”
Yoongi snorted, knowing that getting those two to talk about any one topic for more than a minute was quite near impossible.
“They also said that you’re a cat person who secretly likes dogs but that’s just because you try to have a tough exterior even though you’re actually just really soft. Like a puppy.”
Yoongi blinked, this was getting out of hand. Why the fuck had they been waxing eloquent about him to some incredibly gorgeous kid in their class. He knew having friends was a liability.
“Oh really,” Yoongi heard the biting sarcasm in his voice, eyes narrowing slightly, “Anything else they felt like sharing?”
The kid picked up on his vibe, eyes darting haphazardly around the room, settling to stare absent-mindedly at the tennis captain (Who instantly started talking louder and running his hands through his hair).
“I guess they never mentioned me huh?” He sounded petulant, mouth forming a small pout as he tugged on the straps of his raincoat. Under the sulk though Yoongi could tell he was holding his breath for the reply.
“Uh,” Yoongi saw his frame instantly slouch a minute fraction. He didn’t know why but he felt the need to say something placating, “They talk about drama class a bit actually. Mention a couple of kids now that I think about it. Jieun, Chaneyeol,” He hesitated wondering if he should mention the visually impaired kid, but a lack of options forced his hand, “Some prodigy named Kook.”
Jeongguk all but bounced back to life, his head snapping back up at an angle that should have given him whiplash, happy happy smile consuming his face as he bit his lip. Yoongi froze, he never knew what to do with happy people.
Jeongguk lent a little across the table.
“Really?”
“Really what?”
“They-they called me a prodigy?”
oh
Oh
OH
Yoongi really was dumb as a doornail. A conveniently designed ppt of the last half hour’s events ran through his mind and of course of course of course
“You’re Kook?”
“Yeah,” Jeongguk looked confused for a moment, “I don’t think there’s anyone else in our class called Kook.”
“That’s cool,” Yoongi knew he sounded a little raspy a little hoarse. He had the overwhelming urge to sock himself in the eye, “That’s so so great.”
“What-uh,” Jeongguk tucked away a strand of his hair nervously, “What did they say exactly? I mean you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to…not that I think you care enough not to, I mean like if you don’t wanna waste your time or anything or like you know just forget it if you want me to go sit somewhere else I can.”
Yoongi reached out without thinking and placed his hand over his clasped one’s resting on the table. The younger stuttered to a stop, blinking up at Yoongi. Yoongi felt an odd sensation when he saw just how vacant those brown eyes were, just how erratically shifting.
Yoongi took a deep breath in, watching Jeongguk mimic his movements as they both released their breaths together.
“You okay?”
“M’hm.”
“They said that you’re the star of their class, really talented, and that you’re sweet and sincere and quiet,” Yoongi was suddenly aware of how far across the table the both of them were leaning, how in each other’s space.
Strangely Jeongguk didn’t look excited by the praise, shrinking into himself an almost imperceptible distance. As though Yoongi’s words had burnt him. Had done him harm. He mumbled something softly, tucking his head away and nodding at Yoongi.
“Yeah,” he murmured, “Talented and quiet.”
Yoongi poked his tongue into the inside of his cheek taking a bold and immediate decision.
“I think that’s fucking bullshit though.”
Jeongguk stilled, head still turned away but clearly attentive. He turned his gaze back towards Yoongi’s direction very slowly.
“What?”
“I mean I don’t understand how they could talk about you like some shy quiet little fawn when you bust in here in the loudest clothes I have ever seen. Not that you don’t look great, you do, but it’s kind of a notice me kinda look, y’know? Not to mention the way you laugh, that’s not the type of laugh that takes shit from everyone. Yeah you seem sweet but not in a push-over kind of way, in the way that demands respect, and that’s pretty freaking admirable. And,” Yoongi took a deep breath knowing exactly which word had triggered the younger into feeling bad. Because he had been the recipient of it way too many times himself, “I don’t know you yet, but something tells me that you’ve gotten where you have through hard work, sure you must have bucket loads of talent but nothings gonna come of that if you just sit on your ass right? Hey, I get it,” He knocked his knuckles gently against the other’s hand, “I get it.”
Jeongguk stared at him, pupils slightly blown and mouth open in a small o.
“H-hyung,” He managed
He managed before some absolutely rabied laughter cut him off, the kind that sounded halfway between mirth and torture. Whipping around Yoongi felt a small part of him die as he saw Taehyung and Jimin, twin cups clutched in their hands, both doubled over in different directions as they howled with laughter. Yoongi could almost see gleams of tears in Jimin’s eyes.
“OH OH FUCK I think I’m gonna DIE,” Jimin screamed, clutching his sides as he spasmed.
“You were right you were right you were really fucking right and we didn’t even have to do anything,” Taehyung shaking, pulled out a dollar from his pocket and pressed it against Jimin’s quaking form, “This is-this is gold.”
No, now this was the most miserable Yoongi had ever been.
“J-jimin hyung,” Jeongguk chittered nervously, fingers playing with his earring, “Hyung?”
“H-hey baby,” Jimin wiped his eyes, snatching Taehyung’s dollar and walking over to the table. He flopped into the chair next to Jeongguk, a hand immediately darting up to ruffle the younger’s hair, “I see you met our Yoongi hyung.”
“Oh my god Kookie,” Taehyung wheezed, settling into the only unoccupied space, “You have to give me your trade secrets. I’ve known Yoongi hyung for seven years and he won’t let me so much as touch him.”
“Obviously,” Yoongi drawled, “I don’t want to accidentally catch whatever it is you have.”
Taehyung stuck his lower lip out, eyes growing to giant saucers as he stared at Yoongi, “You don’t mean that.”
“Of course I do.”
“No you don’t.”
“I absolutely fucking do. Why are you here anyway?”
“Hyung, you called us.”
Jimin squealed, Jeongguk’s mouth close to his ear as he whispered something. Jimin’s eyes met Yoongi’s, brightly shining and full of mischief. He muttered something out of the corner of his mouth back to Jeongguk who instantly blushed.
Yoongi couldn’t help feeling targeted, but that was probably wishful thinking.
“Hey hey, Jeongguk-ah,” Taehyung suddenly exclaimed, legs jerking the table as he lurched forward, “Did you know that Yoongi hyung’s rapper name is Agust D?”
Jeongguk looked up, doe eyes narrowed in concentration as he clearly tried to figure out what the D stood for, his pink cheeks becoming redder by the moment.
After what seemed like an infinite pause of epic uncomfortable proportion, Yoongi thought enough time had passed. But one look out of the corner of his eye at Taehyung and he just had to
“Please don’t ask what the D-“
“So what does the D stan-“
“Do you wanna know why his name –“
All three of them stuttered to a stop seeing the others speaking but the meaning of their collective questioning was clear. Yoongi sighed.
“It stands for Daeg-“
“DICK!” Jimin screamed from his side of the table, effectively capturing the attentions and imaginations of more than half the café.
Yoongi looked at him for a hard long moment, Jimin giggling into his drink as a very shocked Jeongguk squirmed next to him. For what seemed like the millionth time that day, he questioned all of his life choices.
“Cause you know, he has a very august di-“
“Okay,” Yoongi got up hauling Taehyung by the arm, “That’s enough for today I think. Jeongguk-ah, these two promised to help me out with a project so we better get going.” He reached across the table to uproot Jimin as well, “It was nice meeting you.”
Jimin and Taehyung gave loud noisy goodbyes and started ushering themselves towards the door still cackling, Yoongi leaning down to pick up his drink.
“It was nice meeting you too,” And for the first time Yoongi saw some of the quiet quiet shy mentioned earlier, “Hyung.”
……
Vyoonminnamjinseok (what the fuck kinda number is 6?)
11:55 pm
Jammin: Lmao
Taehung: LmAo
Joonie: lmao?
HoeSucc: LMAO
Agustdick: SHUT UP
Agustdick: Also what the fuck hoseok you don’t know shit
Seokgin: LMMMAAAOOO
Agustdick: ???
Agustdick: hyung???
HoeSucc: Jimin told me after dance practice you loser
Seokgin: Tae told me on the drive home, still laughing
Taehung: I can confirm. Still laughing
Joonie: What is going on on this here day friends?
Agustdick: fuweifjwepof4rnef shut up
Jammin: Lmoa yoUre noT a qUIet ShY faWN
Taehung: thE wAy yoU lAUgh iS doINg thInGs tO mE
HoeSucc: I doN’T KnOw yOu yeT bUt I wAnt To
Joonie: O_o
Joonie: wtf
Agustdick: I know where all of you sleep at night
Jammin: Remember that really cute kid in our acting class Jeongguk?
HoeSucc: GGGUUKKIIIEE
Jammin: We bust in on Suga hyung getting teary holding his hands and giving him a pep talk
Agustdick: SHUT UP RIGHT NOW JIMIN
Taehung: And now hyung doesn’t know what to do with all his paedophilic pent up energy
Taehung: He just stared at his computer in the studio for like twenty-five minutes and then told us to go drown ourselves
Seokgin: why didn’t you
Jammin: We have homework
Seokgin: Ah
Agustdick: HJABCIDUSHURJIRW_PO_PFKCPOJAS)IHUSHxs98waye8qiaO
Joonie: He’s having a fit again
Agustdick: I was only comforting him cause he found the shit you guys said about him hurtful
Taehung: g a s p
Jammin: Hyung >:(
Jammin: why would you tell him that
Agustdick: idk he got really excited
Joonie: Why would you say hurtful things to Kookie you monster
Agustdick: Wait you know him?
Joonie: Of course, I’m the TA for his writing class
Seokgin: I TA the acting class lol
HoeSucc: He’s in dance he’s so cute coochie coo
Agustdick: Wait
Agustdick: EVERYONE BUT ME KNOWS HIM
Jammin: LMAO
Seokgin: LMAO
Joonie: LMAO
Taehung: Hyung sometimes you just have to accept that you are the least cool member of this group and deal with it
Agustdick: Tae
Taehung: Hyung
Agustdick: I hope van turns all of Van Gogh’s work into a collection
Agustdick: AND YOU CAN’T AFFORD ANY OF IT
Jammin: HYUNG
Taehung: g a s p h y s t e r I c a l s o b b I n g
Joonie: Hyung you really crossed a line there take it back
Seokgin: I raised you better than this Yoongi
Agustdick: ………….
Agustdick: Wow
HoeSucc: lmao
…..
It was Tuesday and Yoongi sighed, his hands trailing through the water collected in a puddle near the pavement. He sniffled slightly, the dread of an oncoming cold weighing him down already. He checked his watch, the third time that minute, Seokjin would still take at least half an hour before he got off work. Yoongi didn’t even have the right to be angry. No one had told him to lose his key.
That being said he could easily walk across the road and just, I don’t know have a coffee and be dry or something. But there was something comforting about luxuriating in his own misery by the side of the road. How often did one get to be so openly upset? It was so easy to almost slip into an enjoyable nap.
At least he was enjoying it until someone all but tripped over him, tumbling over into a ball of clothes and bags with a small “YEEK”.
Yoongi jumped up, stupor long forgotten, lifting the poor individual into a sitting position.
“Are you alright?” Yoongi heard the panic in his own voice, he really didn’t want to be arrested for accidental murder or anything.
“Yeah-yeah, I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you.”
And he couldn’t have, even if he had wanted to.
“Jeongguk?” Yoongi almost took a moment to laugh wryly at the sense of humour the universe was always slapping him with. Almost.
Jeongguk blinked around, mind rapidly processing the voice, but after one short short interaction there was no way
“Yoongi hyung?”
Yoongi stuttered, how
“Y-yeah, it’s me.”
“Oh,” Jeongguk patted the ground in confusion, clearly hoping it would turn out to be more than just the pavement for Yoongi’s sake, “Why are you sitting here?”
“I got locked out of my apartment,” Yoongi tried to keep his voice free of all and any emotion. Embarrassment was not something he could afford right now.
“So you’ve just been sitting here?”
“Yeah…..Kind of.”
“Oh, you can come with me, I live right here,” He gestured to the building smack damn next to Yoongi’s and sigh of course yet again.
“No that’s okay,” Yoongi mumbled, “My flatmate should be back in about,” He pulled out his phone to check.
Jin hyung: Yoongi-yah I’m so sorry this may take much longer…should I call namjoon to come take the keys and drop them off with you after his shift?
Yoongi cursed softly, typing out a hasty “don’t worry” before sitting back groaning.
“Hyung?”
Yoongi felt an awkward lurch when he saw Jeongguk’s hand curled against his thigh, could feel the warmth of his fingers through the fabric.
“In a while I guess?” He finished, “It’s really okay though, I don’t mind sitting here.”
Jeongguk gave him a pained expression, clearly taking none of his bullshit. Man he had a ridiculously expressive face.
“Hyung,” He sounded soft, gentle, undemanding, “My apartment is literally right there, I would really like to make you a cup of tea and I’ll be worried sick if I leave you out here all alone. I know you’ll be fine but please? It’s not too much of a demand I hope.”
Well if it was going to make him soooo miserable than Yoongi might as well…..wait a second, Yoongi was being played. Played like a little bobo doll on a string. Jeongguk watched him with large innocent sightless eyes and Yoongi couldn’t resist either way.
“Sure.”
Jeongguk’s face bloomed into a million dollar smile, clambering to his feet with Yoongi’s help. Yoongi lifted his bag and wondered why the hell his life was following the script of some over clichéd romantic comedy and when it would stop.
“Hyung.”
“Hm?”
“Can you see my cane?”
And it hit Yoongi like a truck driven by a crack addict, his heart clenching as he lifted the object and handed it to its owner. That he was being so stupid and so senseless and just ugh. Cause none of this was a movie to Jeongguk, at the end of the day he was constantly fighting a battle with himself. Yoongi was just someone who danced in and out of the battlefield.
Inconsequential when the boy’s life was so so hard anyway.
“Come on,” The younger hummed, trundling along trailing Yoongi by the arm.
The apartment was nice, small if anything, clearly a one person place. Neat too, but with traces of a chaotic disturbance, one that seemed to not know of its own existence. It’s interiors alternated between soft pastel shaded items and completely out of the place eclectic finds. Very Jeongguk. Yoongi folded himself onto the small couch, legs sighing in relief as he let himself sink into the soft fabric.
“Tea or coffee.”
Yoongi was a coffee person, head to toe.
“Tea?”
Jeongguk smirked, eyes fixated on a spot very right of Yoongi’s head.
“Is that a question or an answer?”
Yoongi couldn’t help smiling slightly in return maybe it was a little contagious.
“You tell me.”
“It’s lavender.”
“Jesus of course. Yeah, that works.”
Jeongguk went pottering off into the realms of the space, the barely there kitchenette that Yoongi had spotted upon entry. He noticed the freedom with which Jeongguk operated, realizing for the first time just how inhibited he was outside. He moved with such care, muttering to himself and keeping his eyes fixed in front of himself at all times. He was beautiful, Yoongi noticed that too. So so beautiful.
He walked over carefully, Yoongi sitting forward to gently pry the cup from his fingers. He sat next to Yoongi, fearless and comfortable. He blew on his own cup gently, eyelids fluttering closed as he took in the scent. Was it shameless that Yoongi knew he could stare as much as he wanted?
“A-are you staring?”
Yoongi jumped slightly, stilling himself just in time to not spill anything. Jeongguk’s soft chuckle served as an affirmation.
“How could you tell?” Yoongi tried hard to keep the wonder out of his voice but failed miserably.
“I can feel your gaze,” He didn’t know why Jeongguk was whispering but he felt the smallest change in the atmosphere of the room, “I can feel it burning into me.”
And Yoongi wanted to believe it was only him, only his that Jeongguk could feel, could interpret.
“It’s okay I know I’m-“
“Breath taking,” Yoongi didn’t stop to check himself, didn’t regret it when he said it. Just watched Jeongguk fall quiet under his words in a satisfied safe kind of way.
“I listened to some of your music.”
Butterflies. In his stomach. In his mind.
“And.”
“You’re cataclysmic,” Jeongguk said quietly, small sips and soft shuffling, “Undeniably incredible. Every word you said really-really touched me.”
And it was too much too much. So he did what he always did. Yoongi changed the subject.
“Jeongguk-ah,” He cocked his head to the side, “Do you usually let strangers into your house?”
Jeongguk laughed again loud and clear and musical and angelic and Yoongi ached and ached and ached
When had so much changed in such little time? Without him even noticing.
“You’re not a stranger hyung.”
“Because I’m Jimin and Taehyung’s hyung?”
“Yes.”
After a heartbeat
“No.”
A mere breath. Lavender and rain stained sleeves.
“I haven’t done enough to make you trust me.”
“Hyung,” Jeongguk shifted, unintentionally coming closer to Yoongi, “With the way I am I have two choices. I can either live each moment in absolute fear or I can open my heart and mind and let the wind blow it where it wants. And I will always choose the latter.”
Yoongi could smell the dampness of his hair, the scent of his green tea perfume.
“Where has your heart led you recently?”
Jeongguk turned his head, Yoongi leaning forward through the conversation so that their noses were almost almost touching.
“On an adventure.”
For all the ways in which Yoongi’s life was infinitely knotted and twisted, some things were just very very easy.
……
Vyoonminnamjinseok (what the fuck kinda number is 6?)
10:25 am
Taehung: Excuse me do you have a moment to talk about tHAT ABSOLUTE SNEAKY BASTARD BACKSTABBING TRAITOROUS SCOUNDREL NAMED MIN YOONGI????
Taehung: ??????????????
Seokgin: Good Morning! Wishing you and your family a happy Easter
Joonie: It’s August…..
Taehung: Don’T IGNORE ME
HoeSucc: What happened now?
Jammin: Lmao even I don’t know
Agustdick: Neither do I….
Taehung: HICHFEW930UT95IY-GLJVIWNHJDXUWBXUDQWIJSMCOFJREIGNEINVCJW
Jammin: Tae breathe breathe communicate, just like we practiced
HoeSucc: Spill the tea sis
Taehung: Oh I don’t know why don’t you just ask Yoongi hyung where he slept last night
HoeSucc: wtf
Seokgin: Oh god I know what this is about…..
Joonie: what what when
Jammin: OHMAHGOD
Jammin: NO
Taehung: YES
Jammin: NNNOOOO
Taehung: YES
Jammin: YOONGI HYUNG
Agustdick: Why do I wake up in the morning?
HoeSucc: CAN SOMEONE TELL ME WHATS GOING ON
Taehung: Yoongi slept over at Jeongguk’s
Taehung: For the night
Taehung: Slept
Taehung: Over
Jammin: jdnhweufcjbuvovw
Joonie: Oh man Yoongi he’s like eighteen
HoeSucc: Legal ;)
Agustdick: Wtf I just fell asleep on his couch cause Jin hyung couldn’t bother unlocking the apartment for me
HoeSucc: Oh yEAh ;)
Agustdick: Perverts
Joonie: Don’t group us with him
Taehung: Don’t act like you didn’t lose your key on purpose
Agustdick: I’m not answering that
Jammin: Shit Tae you right….all these years and he SUDDENLY loses them hmmm
Taehung: And just happens to be sitting on the pavement hmmm
Agustdick: brb going to casually assault one Kim Taehyung
Taehung: GO GET HIM HYUNG
Taehung: wait
…..
Yoongi adjusted nervously in his seat. Which was ridiculous, cause he didn’t know why he was nervous. Out of the all the people in the hall, he really had the least reason to be. But still, his palms were slightly sweaty and he couldn’t quite get the perfect angle from which to see the stage. He must have changed positions at least six times that half hour, at least judging from the irritation radiating of the girls sitting behind him.
“Hyung,” Namjoon smiled, nudging him gently, “Calm down, it’s about to start.”
“Yeah, I know, I just,” Yoongi hesitated, “Don’t
want to miss any of it.”
It seemed so strange, so so strange, that after all the time they had spent together, all the time Jeongguk spent talking of it with overflowing passion and love, that Yoongi was yet to see him actually act.
And he was excited
And nervous
And ready to explode with a mixture of pride nerves nausea and pure adoration.
Because when Yoongi had walked out that door on that Tuesday he had
paused
and gone right back in. And then back again the next Tuesday. Then Wednesday, Thursday and of course Friday, Saturday and Sunday until he couldn’t quite remember what a day without Jeongguk’s soft laughter, endless complaints and occasional maybe intentional touches was like. Or what a night not dreaming of kissing his pink lips red, holding him down and turning those soft giggles to moans was like.
How easy it was even now, watching him floating across the stage, small movements, restrained but full of power. There must have been at least seven actors on the stage at one time. But all eyes were always on him, on Jeongguk. Yoongi felt a little jealous that all of them could look at him, could savour the sight of him.
And there he was now, coquettish to a fault, every man and woman in the audience thinking he was making a play for them. The looks his sightless eyes threw towards the audience, the way he would trill just some of his words, the petulant manner in which he would outright seem to become brattish. He had every soul wrapped around his fingers.
Yoongi’s heart recited a quiet but unwavering thump thump of a slow and steady fall fall fall
“Okay, okay, okay. Let’s say I was caught in a fire and received third degree burns over ninety five percent of my body. Would you still love me? Really? You would stay with me? Really? No matter how crispy I was?”
And Yoongi’s heart chanted along yes yes yes of course yes
“Would you still love me if I was beat up by a group of men and they completely destroyed my face and I looked extremely disfigured?”
Yes yes yes baby boy yes
“What if I was in a coma for two years? Would you stay by my side? Huh? You see? That one is a hard one cause you will get lonely. I don’t think I would blame you if you slept with someone else. I’d be upset about it but I wouldn’t blame you, unless we were married, then I’d kill you. Hahaha. I’m only kidding sweetheart.”
And his voice was lilting but serious, his words light and joking but somehow piercing through the very fabric of Yoongi’s heart and he thought
Nothing in the world could make me love you less
Love
Yes
I love you.
And it was that simple.
“Hyung?” Jeongguk’s head snapped up as soon as his fist touched the dressing room door, “Yoongi hyung is that you?”
Yoongi just watched him quietly a moment, his body suspended in song since the moment of his realization.
“Of course Ggukie.”
Jeongguk smiled, bright and free and worth everything good and kind in the world.
“I knew you’d come,” a little breathless, hands tightening in his dressing gown, “Did you-did you like it? Did you
like me?”
Yoongi walked up, gently pressing the bouquet into Jeongguk’s surprised arms. He buried his face into it, breathing deeply, “Carnations?”
“Of course I came,” Yoongi wanted to notice a little less how Jeongguk always blossomed at his praise at his presence, but it was always right there, so open so honest, “And I thought you were incredible.”
Jeongguk let out a breath that Yoongi hadn’t even realized he was holding, shoulders sagging in relief.
“Cause you were,” Yoongi babbled on, anything to make him smile again, “You are. Incredible. Jeongguk that whole audience was living and breathing for you.”
Jeongguk coloured fast, batting Yoongi away but he was unstoppable
“And so beautiful. You looked stunning, your energy just radiated off the stage. You were so measured and every word you said, God I felt it, you just you-you
You touched me Jeongguk.”
“Hyung,” There was that quiet secrecy, a place he prayed only he knew, a place for only the two of them, “Can you stay over tonight.”
For you Darling?
“Of course.”
……
Vyoonminnamjinseok (what the fuck kinda number is 6?)
9:36 pm
Joonie: Taehyung and Jimin you guys were incredible
Agustdick: Yeah
Agustdick: Really killed it
HoeSucc: retweeted and pinned
Jammin: Thanks hyung! J
Taehung: Umacha Kiku
Joonie: sigh
Seokgin: Um hello wanna tell the director something?
Agustdick: You did good hyung!
Joonie: Yup! Great job
HoeSucc: retweeted and pinned
Taehung: Aw look at Yoongi hyung trying to act like he didn’t just have heart eyes for one person
Taehung: Hypocrite
Agustdick: What did I ever do to you son?
Taehung: I WAS BORN IN DAEGU FIRST
Agustdick: That’s not even true….
Jammin: OH MY GOD
Jammin: You know how we always say six is an awkward number
Jammin: We should add Jeongguk!!!!
Seokgin: Guys…..
HoeSucc: OMG THAT’S A GREAT IDEA LIL KOOKIEEE
HoeSucc: Why didn’t we think of this earlier?
Joonie: He can’t see you absolute coat hanger….
Agustdick: rip
Seokgin: rip
Taehung: rip
HoeSucc: rip
……
“I really don’t mind sleeping on your couch y’know?” Yoongi mumbled, eyes never leaving Jeongguk’s face, make-up half worn off, hair mushed.
“I know,” Jeongguk took a small sip from his wine glass, reaching back to set it on the ground, “But there’s a certain charm to making a blanket fort on your living room floor.
“Ggukie?”
“Hmm”
“How do you do it?”
“Which part?”
Yoongi smiled, hand reaching out tentatively to tangle with the other’s, “See the beauty in all of it? Dance act sing? Give so openly? See the colour in everything?”
Jeogguk nuzzled forward, head coming dangerously close to Yoongi’s s he sighed.
“Hyung…”
“Yeah.”
“How do I look?”
Yoongi hesitated, tongue darting out to lick his lips nervously.
“Gguk”
“Come on.”
“Right now?”
“In general…..to you.”
Yoongi took a deep breath, fingers travelling upwards to tug at some lose strands lost in his thick bangs.
“You’ve got the world’s biggest eyes, ironically enough, doe-like and so so pretty, swimming pools of the headiest whiskey brown. Your nose is slightly big, but its fills your doll face well, makes you look real, y’know,” He hadn’t even realized he was tracing the features as he spoke, “Strange lips, thin but full at the same time, especially your bottom on. Beauty marks, a couple here and there, the first things I wanted to kiss when I fell in love with you, cheeks that are-what?”
Jeongguk had jerked away, shock painted across his face as he grabbed Yoongi’s wrist, a grip almost painful in its force.
“H-hyung”
“Gguk, what’s wrong, did I say something?”
His heart almost stopped beating when he saw a single tear slip over the plane of Jeongguk’s cheek, lips trembling as they tried to form words.
“Ggukie tell hyung ple-“
“You love me. You said you loved me, you said that right I didn’t imagine it?”
A moment of quivering restrained silence
“No,” Yoongi’s voice was a hoarse whisper. His baited breath an epic tale of forbidden love.
“Hyung”
“Jeongguk”
Jeongguk reached out, Yoongi guiding his hand gently till it cupped the side of his face. And then he was there warm and soft and sweet sweet heavenly as their lips met, the gentlest caress and Yoongi thought he was going to die.
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Oh my god.”
Jeongguk shifted forward on his knees, Yoongi’s hands finally finally encasing his small waist pulling him forward, lips pressing together till slightly swollen slightly puffy and warm so warm. Yoongi pressed his forehead to Jeongguk’s, panting for breath like a man drowned. But only for a moment.
Jeongguk was back on him, persistent mouth crashing against his, mermaid tears and rose wine. Yoongi’s tongue licked out, slipping against the younger’s asking acceptance. Jeongguk groaned against him softly, lips parting to let him in and Yoongi licked into his mouth. And quite simply put, it was better than anything he could have ever dreamt of. He lifted Jeongguk, bringing the younger to sit upon his lap, noises growing louder and more desperate by the second.
“Hyung-ah”
“Hmmhunmm,”
“It looks like this,”
Yoongi pulled away a moment, confused.
“What?”
“Colour. It looks like this. Like you and me. Together.”
And it was really that simple.