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Kim Seokjin must be hallucinating.
Seokjin takes another look past his shoulder. He’s still there, even though Seokjin knows that his house is on the opposite side of the city. He’s still walking behind Seokjin, still trying his best not to be seen (but clearly his all-black attire is going to get notice, it’s 33 degrees hot outside, how in the hell can he even endure the heat).
He being Min Yoongi.
Seokjin knows him from one of their classes, Literature, and they never had the reason to talk with each other – not even once, in those four (going into five) months for the subject. As far as Seokjin is concerned, Yoongi hasn’t been talking to other people outside his social circle; Kim Namjoon and Jung Hoseok.
Min Yoongi was aloof, distant, and very snippy, so Seokjin never really bothered to talk to him.
He knows trivial things about Yoongi, though. Hoseok almost never shuts up about Min Yoongi ( platonically , the dancer adds, because Yoongi actually likes someone else ).
Seokjin knows Kim Namjoon and Jung Hoseok, the former being his classmate on his Trigonometry class and Hoseok’s his tutor in Dance. He knows that Yoongi lives on the college dormitories with Hoseok, and it’s now a few kilometers away from where they’re currently walking at.
So he’s absolutely clueless as to why Yoongi is still (he looked, and he tried not to laugh when the younger bumped on a post in some futile attempt of scurrying to a good hiding place) behind him. He isn’t even sure why he’s still walking in circles, considering that Seokjin’s apartment is literally a block away from campus.
Seokjin keeps on walking.
They pass by the park, Seokjin taking his time to both feed some ducks and to figure out the reason why Min Yoongi is sitting three benches from where he’s feeding the ducks, literally brooding and staring at him like he just stole one of his precious Kumamon figurines.
Nothing really happened in class this morning. Right. Seokjin went to the most obvious answer – their Literature class. His lips jutted out in concentration, did something happen in class that Seokjin is not aware of? Seokjin isn’t sure, he wasn’t really paying attention.
Did he accidentally look at Min Yoongi the wrong way? Seokjin’s a bit embarrassed to admit it to himself, but Min Yoongi is gorgeous, so looking at the brooding, snippy little man is a normal occurence for him.
Wait. Seokjin wasn’t sure. But Yoongi was definitely sitting besides him this time around. Did he? Seokjin glances at where Yoongi is currently admiring the sunset on his side of the park. This caused Seokjin to stop functioning for a minute, Yoongi’s fond smile from a distance, a dazed look in his eyes – it made Seokjin forget that he’s halfway feeding a duck some bread, and a few mistook his crooked finger as one . So he yelps, very loudly, that he apparently snapped Yoongi out of his trance.
Min Yoongi stumbles out of his bench and on to the ground.
Seokjin tries his very best not to laugh. But it’s difficult, seeing the supposedly cool, intimidating Min Yoongi tripping off his feet while sitting. Oh, the wonders of complex personalities. He’s fighting the urge to call the younger out for his foolish behavior — but more so on asking on why Yoongi is still following Seokjin home.
Okay. So back to the point. This morning, apparently, Min Yoongi is sitting besides Seokjin in class. Seokjin curses under his breath, he knows he’s missing something big. If this is the result of sleep deprivation due to a paper for his Business Journalism class, then fuck the universe, really. He wasn’t paying attention earlier because of his lack of sleep, and he didn’t pay enough attention to realize that Yoongi was sitting besides him in Literature.
Seokjin sighs, he doesn’t remember doing anything weird in class, or much less to Yoongi. Seokjin was too sleepy (or flustered) to try to look up and focus on Greek Literature. Kim Seokjin is at a loss, everyone.
man child 17:50
where are you? im starving here
worldwide hyung 17:50
? do you think im holding ur stomach or whatever? u can eat on ur own
man child 17:52
but we are supposed to binge watch sex education
you promised me!!!
why arent u home yet
worldwide hyung 17:55
is this u actually and subtly saying that ure worried abt me?
im fine, ill be home in a few minutes
ill bring mcdonalds as a way of saying sorry for being late!!!!
man child 17:58
u better get ur ass here as fast as u can, hyung
sh, what do u mean worried? u can
die and i wont care
….
just kidding please dont die i love u
Seokjin isn’t sorry of how he raised Jungkook over the years ( false because the youngest has always been dramatic ). He remembers the promise he made with the brat last night when they were both watching Sherlock. He laughs at the last message Jungkook sent, his eyes softening of affection.
Seokjin looks at the stalls, looking around at the other side of the park. He’s grown tired of trying to out-walk Yoongi, so he lets him be.
He sighs when he saw Yoongi tries to hide behind the cotton candy stand, the younger’s black hair getting caught up in the machine, sending fluff and cotton candy mixed in it while he screams in both fear and surprise. Pink does suit Min Yoongi, Seokjin thought. Kids turned around to marvel at the cute mess that is Yoongi’s pink hair that he is immediately flocked with people trying to take a picture of him. Yoongi tipped over the stand, and crashed it down with him.
Seokjin feels his phone buzz on his pocket. Jungkook is impatient by heart, after all. Seokjin can almost visualize the pout that’s on Jungkook’s face by the minute. Seokjin catches the look Yoongi’s trying to send him with, in the midst of children and women alike, eyes that are desperate for help.
“Excuse me, hey. Excuse, hi. Uh, er.” Seokjin sighs as he tries to move past the crowd taking a picture (blurred ones, what’s their point, really) of Min Yoongi’s disastrous state, including the mess he made of the cotton candy stand. “Excuse me. Hey, you’re kind of scaring my friend.”
Seokjin’s pleas are met by no one but Yoongi’s grateful eyes. It’s a bit overwhelming to be the receiving end of the normally scowling Min Yoongi, so he stumbles a bit, annoyed at how his afternoon is going, especially how the women are undeterred by his constant excuse-me’s and pleas. Yoongi is clearly uncomfortable, but still in his best don’t touch me or I’m going to fucking kill you even if it’s aimed on some kids who all want to lick the lollipop topping on his hair.
Seokjin has no choice. “Can you all stop taking pictures of my very cute boyfriend?! Like, I get that he’s so cute right now but please, control yourselves and your kids! He’s clearly uncomfortable, and he’s at the verge of stomping some of your phones if he could just stand up from where he’s at! Look at him —
“Seokjin.”
“— he’s so uncomfortable and you’re harassing him! Do you want your kids to be the reason of a man’s emotional breakdown? I —
“Kim Seokjin.”
Seokjin blinks, taken aback by the lack of noise. Min Yoongi stands from where he stumbled, the crowd seems to have dispersed when he was in the middle of a heated, very illogical rant. He slumped, all that crap for nothing. Just Yoongi and his cotton candy covered hair.
“Ah! Well, what do we have here?”
“Yoongi-ssi, I don’t know what the hell are you doing — following me to my apartment. It looked very creepy, might I add, and if I didn’t know any better, I would assume that you’re out to kill me and leave my body in an alley somewhere.” Seokjin starts, both his arms crossed, trying to look down on a – god forbid, Seokjin doesn’t know why Min Yoongi frowns or shies away from people when he can look so vulnerable and soft when he isn’t. “Er. I — why are you stalking me anyway?”
What a very intimidating ending statement, Seokjin. He frowns at his futile attempt of acting like he’s inconvenienced — in which he is, but seeing Yoongi like this is such a rare sight. “I mean, I don’t know, but being that cute wouldn’t cover the fact that you’ve been walking behind me for an hour.”
Yoongi splutters. “Me… cute? You think I’m cute? I… Me?”
Seokjin laughs. It’s annoying, and Yoongi has all the rights to be annoyed, except he isn’t. It’s not Seokjin’s laugh that he’s really annoyed with. “Stop laughing! Stop… stop with that! I’ll have you know that I have a reputation to uphold.”
“Right. Min Yoongi, the goth-wannabe.”
Silence falls between them, Seokjin takes this as his cue to sprint off. He could ask Yoongi about it in class the next time he doesn’t break into a blushing mess. “I’ll go ahead, then. Jungkook is about to rip his hair out. We’re about to watch Sex Education.”
Seokjin winces for too much information. Yoongi widens his eyes at this, but before Seokjin could even take back what he said, he can see the owner of the stand recovering from his initial shock of getting his stand wrecked.
“Can I walk you home?” is what Yoongi asks next, taking Seokjin by surprise. “I mean, I just, I don’t know — ouch! I’m sorry, I’m really sorry for the mess, mister cotton candy man. I’ll pay for it, just — ouch! Don’t twist my ear too hard, ouch!”
Seokjin still stays where he’s at, looking at Yoongi getting his ear twisted by the owner of the stand. He still can’t believe it how his first (and still is) impression of Min Yoongi, resident goth kid, has gone down the drain because of this one incident. Kim Seokjin is either lucky, or unfortunate to have witnessed the drastic change in Yoongi’s reputation. He laughs freely as Yoongi is still bouncing off his feet because of pain while getting money from his wallet.
Another buzz from his phone breaks him off his trance.
man child 18:20
where the hell are u??????
oh my god
should i call the cops?
hyung?
…
okay okay fine kim seokjin the world’s greatest person to ever exist on earth
please reply to a peasant like me
…
holy shit
tae the cutest 18:25
jungkook is worried shitless
please tell me that youre actually just robbed instead of kidnapped?
hyung? seokjinnie hyung
park jiminnie 18:30
we are caling the cops!!!!
worldwide hyung 18:45
im alive and ill be home in a while please dont freak out, jungkook, please for the love of god
park jiminnie 18:46
too late, he’s already succumbed to a crisis on your living room floor
he’s gone, seokjinnie hyung
…
rest in peace, kim-jeon jungkook
forever in our hearts
Seokjin didn’t know how else to react at the photos of Jungkook in his living room, eyes closed and supposedly dead. Now he’s scared at the amount of dramatics he have imposed on the younger. This goes unnoticed by Yoongi, who was rubbing his left ear furiously to cool the pain for a bit.
“I really need to go, a friend has passed away.”
Yoongi turns to him, panicked. “What? Oh my god. I’m sorry for your loss. Shit, am I keeping you?” It was a bit endearing to see Yoongi worrying. Hell, it’s beyond Seokjin how Yoongi is capable of emotions other than anger and disappointment. On average days, he can be seen with his neutral expression – a scowl.
Yoongi is about to bust a vein from Seokjin’s silence.
“Oh my god. Do I know who died? Is it a really close friend? Look, I’ll just drive you home.” Yoongi is tugging his wrist, panic is still evident on his face. Seokjin is close to taking a picture because a) Yoongi is cute while he’s panicking, b) Seokjin is endeared, and c) he wanted to see up to what extent Yoongi is going so far. “Hello?”
“Sorry, what?”
“I thought someone has passed away?”
“Well, figuratively, at least. Jungkook is a bit dramatic.” Seokjin’s trying to keep his face void of any emotion as possible, tugging his arm back from Yoongi’s grip. “I taught him that.” He feels a need to add, since they’re falling into an awkward silence, mostly from Yoongi’s side of the conversation.
Yoongi steps back and reels his emotions in with him, his face is becoming more neutral – as if he wasn’t about to cry one minute ago.
He coughs. “So, can I walk you home?”
“You said that you can drive me home.”
“Yeah you don’t like my motorcycle, so… can I walk you home?”
“You’re already walking me home, creep.”
“I have a perfectly good reason behind it.”
“Yeah? What is?”
“I was actually about to kill you and throw your corpse in an alley no one ever walks in.” Yoongi deadpans, Seokjin is nothing except scared. If it really ever came to this, Jungkook is going to be the one who’ll adopt Odeng and Eomuk. Seokjin’s babies cannot fall in the hands of Kim Taehyung. Never. “But since you’ve caught me, I will suggest that you just do as I say from now on.”
worldwide hyung 18:56
scratch that, tell jungkook i love him
and if he forgets to feed odeng and eomuk, ill fucking kill him
love u
tae the cutest 18:59
OH MY GOD ARE YOU FUCKING
SERIOUS?!????
HYUNG
HYUNG
HYUNG
….
IM ABOUT TO GODDAMN CRY
also what the fuck??? did you forget that jimin and i are also your friends?
wheres our share on your final will???
“I was kidding, Seokjin.” Yoongi scratches the back of his neck in a cute manner, his cheeks dusted with the finest of pink and wow he just wanted to take a picture of Yoongi right there and then. “So, I wanted to know if you want me to walk you home.”
“You know, things may be easier if you just approached to me the first time. We didn’t have to play this stalking game. It was creepy and I was so confused, Min Yoongi.” Seokjin states, walking ahead of the younger before they fall into silence again. It’s getting really dark and Seokjin is a bit worried about Jungkook’s state.
And his apartment’s, since Taehyung and Jimin are already there.
Yoongi blushes. “Ah, right. I have a perfectly good reason for it.”
“Which is?” Seokjin looks on Yoongi expectantly, wanting to hear the actual reason and not another murder joke. He is going to be literally murdering Yoongi if he keeps on answering with I’m just finding out where you live so I will know where to kill you or this maybe me strategizing where to kill and dump your body after.
“I’m your boyfriend , right? You said so, earlier. I have the rights to follow you home.”
Seokjin blushes. Fuck, why does he feel like a high school-er who is far too whipped for his crush? “Shut up, I did what I had to do and if I didn’t, you’re still going to be stuck there, so. What’s your game?”
“So, you…” Yoongi was cut off by Seokjin’s annoyingly loud phone blaring a mediocre pop music by a band Yoongi has never heard of with Jungkook’s face on the screen. “Go on, answer it first. I’ll tell you after.”
Seokjin squeaks out an apology before bracing himself mentally for what is about to come next: Jeon Jungkook.
“Hyung! You’re alive! Oh my god. Wait,” there’s rustling at the end of Jungkook’s line and Seokjin wonders if he’s just getting up from the living room floor. “I was worried and you wouldn’t answer your messages and I didn’t know but to hope for the worst.”
“It’s hope for the best, Kook-ah.”
“I don’t really care. Just get your ass here this instant please, my worldwide handsome hyung. I really thought I’d be homeless and much worse, father-less.” Once again, dramatic. Seokjin is almost about to cry. “Get home as fast as you can, please, hyung.”
“Alright, boss. I’ll see you soon.” He ends the call before Jungkook can say something that would make the call longer than necessary and turns to Yoongi, who was hiding a smile.
“Why are you smiling?”
“Nothing. I just noticed how very fond you are of Jungkook. It’s cute.” Yoongi answers casually, matching his pace with Seokjin’s while cursing tall people and their extremely long limbs mentally.
“You know Jungkook?”
Yoongi blushes again. “Uh, yes? Who wouldn’t know Jungkook? I mean, he’s the golden boy of the College of Liberal Arts. So, yeah, of course I know him by that.”
“Right.”
If Yoongi is surprised that they were actually going the wrong way and annoyed that Seokjin purposefully went around in circles to lose him earlier, he doesn’t show it. Instead, he just quietly looks and marvels at all the buildings they have been walking through earlier, and then follows Seokjin to turn to the past corner that should’ve been where Seokjin turns to earlier.
It should’ve taken them about 30 minutes less of their travel time, but Seokjin doesn’t explain or defend himself on why he did what he did, and Yoongi’s still looking down at the floor anyway — so he assumes he just wouldn’t talk about it.
“So, here is my building, do you want to come in?” Seokjin asks, albeit hesitantly, at a wide-eyed Yoongi. It’s still overwhelming to see the different faces of Min Yoongi outside campus, and he reallybcan’t wait to tell Jungkook about this. “My friends are inside, though.”
“No, I just.” Yoongi is still hesitating, and Seokjin is willing to wait patiently about what the younger is about to say. “You have my… literature notebook.”
“What?”
“Earlier, in class. You mistook my notebook as yours and put it in your bag. You walked out before I could even ask it back. We were sitting besides each other earlier.” Yoongi is looking down, and his face is almost the shade of a strawberry. Cute, and very red. “Er, I didn’t know how to approach you so I just…”
“You just followed me without saying anything?”
“Er, when you say it like that it makes me feel… stupid.”
“Because you are.” Seokjin opens his bag, noticing the unfamiliar black notebook resting in the middle of his odd colored ones. It’s sticking out from his usual colorful variety of school supplies and he’s quite surprised that he managed to put it in his bag for three whole hours. “Oh, is this it? What’s so important about it anyway?”
“Yeah, and uh,” He blushes again. Oh no, did Kim Seokjin break Min Yoongi? “Nothing of good value. Just doodles and lyrics, I get bored in Literature easily.”
Seokjin couldn’t bring it upon himself to believe that Yoongi would even go up to a certain extent just as following him home because of a single notebook full of just doodles and lyrics. He keeps it off Yoongi’s reach in a split second, determined to see what’s inside of it. His phone is buzzing again, probably from Jungkook, again .
“Hey, ah! Seokjin, what are you doing?”
“I’m not dumb, Min Yoongi. What are you just trying to — oh. ”
Right. Oh.
It was doodles, alright.
But doodles of him. Him , as in Kim Seokjin.
Various sketches of Seokjin filled the notebook, it seems like each page is dedicated to his face. His side profile, sometimes the face he does when he’s concentrating, when he’s not paying attention. And right at the end is seemingly from earlier, when Seokjin is at the verge of conking out in the middle of Literature class with his glasses perched at the tip of his nose — the lines of how can you look so… wasted but still so beautiful? Are you even real? that he could make out of Yoongi’s scrawny handwriting.
This isn’t even his Literature notebook.
Seokjin is expecting a few doodles then and there, the notebook with more scribbles of the how Korean Literature expanded and not full of Seokjin’s drawings. This is not , in any way, a Literature notebook.
He stares at Yoongi, mouth wide open and arms limp, the black notebook falling into the ground with a plop .
“Yeah. Right. That.”
“You… I… Woah. I just, can’t believe.” Seokjin stutters, his brain to mouth filter broken. He usually can slither his way out of instances like these, but he can’t — because it’s Min Yoongi. Min Yoongi who followed him and stalked him for a notebook he filled with Seokjin.
If that didn’t come across as ‘I have a massive crush on you’ in a red neon sign, then Seokjin doesn’t know what to think of it.
“Just, you. I don’t know what else to say now.” Seokjin winces at how awkward and pathetic he’s being. Having fully admitted his supposed unattainable crush to Min Yoongi makes this revelation a shocking one for Seokjin. It’s like the world has given him his one way ticket to Disneyland with no returns. Seokjin has dreamt of that, when he was ten, and concluded that it’ll be the happiest he will ever feel for the rest of his life.
And the feeling’s right here .
Yoongi is no better, shifting on his feet, blushing hard, and almost wanting to cry. Seokjin knows how Yoongi hates being at the end of whatever embarrassing situation it is, and now, he thought is Min Yoongi’s biggest, possible regret.
But instead of running away like Seokjin expected him to do, the younger exhales loudly.
“Yeah well, so what if I draw pictures of you?! I mean, who would not? You have a beautiful face and I could draw you for the rest of my life. Kim Seokjin-ssi, you’re so beautiful and ethereal and nice and kind and amazing and I don’t know how else to put it in words because you’re all that I could ever ask for and I don’t know how you can’t expect me to write songs and draw pictures of you for you because with your entire existence, I can and I fucking will.”
Seokjin moves his mouth to retort, but Yoongi carries on.
“Like the way you smile to yourself when you found an innuendo in the lecture, or the way you whisper those, god forbid, awful and lame puns under your breath. The way you raise your hands when it’s recitation time and the way you fucking fight the teacher when he’s in the wrong. The way you had the balls to sleep in the middle of a lecture with your mouth wide open, or even when you thought you could get away with it and no one will ever notice, but I did. You’re amazing and beautiful and I don’t get the reason why you’re living normally as a college student where you could be the next president of Korea. Or the next Jesus. Which I will most certainly petition to. So fuck yeah, I like – wait, no love you. So what are you going to do about it?”
To say the Seokjin is stunned is an understatement.
It doesn’t take long to kiss Min Yoongi on his cheeks, though.
man child 19:30
so
you kissed min yoongi, huh
like, i was ready to die for u and i was met by u kissing min
yoongi on the FUCKING CHEEK
…
U COULD DO MORE THAN THAT
u disappoint me
…
why are u guys blushing like some teenagers
thats so sickeningly adorable and innocent
i wanna protect u both
adopt me
…
wait does that mean im kim-min-jeon jungkook now?
hey
that was a valid question and i saw u
looking at this message
ohfhfh min yoongi gave me a thumbs up
ok thanks dads
love u both !!!! give ur son attention by binge watching sex education with me!!!!
…
on second thought
i meant pororo….?