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“Joon-ah, what’re you doing up here?”
The sound of his best friends voice breaks Namjoon from his thoughts. He turns away from the city view, looking at Yoongi with a content smile.
“Parties. They can be a lot, don’t you think? Everyone’s so noisy, drunk. It’s just intense sometimes.”
Under the dimly lit fairy lights, Namjoon notices Yoongi’s expression shift from concern, to complete understanding.
In many ways, the two of them are so similar.
A need to escape the crowds when they become too much, even if it’s their closest friends. Sometimes, solitude is what Namjoon needs, and Yoongi couldn’t agree more.
They’ve never discuss the fact that said isolation never takes each other into account. Words unspoken, but they know.
It’s always been like that, they just know.
Yoongi takes a few steps closer, glancing over the edge of the rooftop, and looking down at the city lights.
“It’s relaxing,” Namjoon begins, “how busy everything seems to be, but the feeling is so calm. Like the world directly around us has stopped, yet the world surrounding us keeps moving.
Watching, listening. Everything moves, everything changes around us. Yet we… don’t.”
The younger glances at Yoongi, who seems entranced by the world in its entirety.
It seems like a lifetime before focused eyes look back at him.
“Why don’t we change, Joonie?”
Even if Namjoon wants to give an answer, he can’t find the words. Instead, he simply smiles.
“Do you want us to change, hyung?”
There’s a warm breeze that surrounds them, it reminds Namjoon of the countless in-depth conversations the pair have had on said rooftop, and the rooftop before.
Nostalgia flashes through his mind. Before the fame, when they simply struggled, tried.
It’s gone before he can dwell on it, and he swears he can see a hint of rose crossing over Yoongi’s nose.
“You’re my best friend, what more could I want?” Yoongi half questions, almost as if he himself isn’t convinced.
Namjoon, of course, picks up on that.
Doesn’t mention it, adds it to the list of unspoken moments they share.
Chuckles a little, stands himself up straight, and gives Yoongi a nod.
“Let’s sleep over tonight, hyung.”
He leaves Yoongi on the rooftop, over thinking, over analysing the words.
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True to his word, Yoongi finds Namjoon sprawled over half his bed not an hour later.
The elder rolls his eyes a little, no ill intentions behind the action of course, and quickly changes from his party clothes to his pyjamas.
Crawling under the sheets, since Yoongi deems it still too hot to sleep under his usual mink blanket, he opts to face away from Namjoon.
It’s always how they’ve talked, never looking, letting the words come naturally without interruption.
Not too long passes before Namjoon is also under the sheets, back to back with his hyung.
“There’s something on your mind,” Namjoon begins, as Yoongi’s eyes focus on the painting across from himself.
He nods.
“Something on yours too, right?”
Then, he can feel Namjoon nodding right back.
“Do you believe in soulmates?” Namjoon asks, and Yoongi can feel the taller shifting next to him.
Nervousness, Yoongi decides.
“I believe that you can have a deep connection with someone, deeper than you would find in anyone else. If that’s your definition of a soulmate, then sure. Why do you ask?”
Namjoon knows, Yoongi knows. They both know where this is going, yet they still play into the game, words falling into place as any book or movie has taught them they should.
Yoongi wants to break the cycle, but words are hard.
Screw it.
He turns around, sick of the game, and finds Namjoon already facing him.
Their noses touch, Yoongi can feel the heat rushing towards his face, though he wants to laugh at Namjoon’s widened eyes.
Yoongi can’t imagine his expression is much different though.
“I got you a present,” Yoongi blurts, watching as Namjoon’s eyes form crescents, followed by a chuckle.
Nerves have always gotten the better of Yoongi, but Namjoon simply won't let that ruin their moment.
“Tomorrow,” Namjoon answers softly. It won’t be Namjoon’s birthday tomorrow, yet Yoongi doesn’t protest. He instead moves Namjoon’s arm to wrap around his own waist, buries himself deep into the youngers chest.
They haven’t done this before, yet Yoongi knows that it’s okay.
He knows that they’re okay, and that they will be okay.
With a fluttering heart, his own arms wrap around Namjoon’s waist, and he makes a small sound of contentment when Namjoon’s own limbs tighten around himself.
“It might take some time, but I think we can change, Joon-ah. I think… I think I want us to change.”
Yoongi feels Namjoon’s nod against the top of his head, then soft lips pressing to his forehead.
“Then let’s change, hyung. Let’s move on, to a higher place.”