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Going back to the corner where I first saw you
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I’m not gonna move
Got some words on cardboard, got your picture in my hand
Saying, “If you see this girl can you tell her where I am?”
This was probably one of the most idiotic things that Min Yoongi has ever done, second only to breaking up with Seokjin. He knew that he looked out of place in the buzzing street of the business side of Seoul. Everybody seemed to be in a hurry in their crisp business suits and pencil skirts, while he stood out like a sore thumb in his classic black parka that swallowed up his small frame and a cap that cast an ominous shadow on his face. It partially obscured his features from view.
Did he look like a delinquent? Sure. Would he be surprised if some ahjumma came out with a broom and fury to chase him away just so he could stop blocking her business? Not at all. Maybe he hadn’t thought things through. Maybe, just maybe, camping out on the sidewalk in hopes of running into his ex-boyfriend wasn’t one of his brightest ideas.
But what else could he do? What other option did he have?
Seokjin had packed up all of his belongings and left their shared apartment, changed his phone number, and had even ceased all contact from their mutual friends. Yoongi even tried contacting Seokjin’s mother, but she claimed not to know where her son was.
She probably did, but didn’t want to tell him. Not that Yoongi could blame her.
Yoongi acknowledged that he had committed many mistakes throughout his young life. Mistakes are inevitable and a way to learn to become a better version of yourself. But this decision that was led by his own insecurity and stupidity had caused him to let go of the person he had loved, loves, the most.
Regret had filled his entire being the moment he had uttered those fateful words that ended their relationship. His mind had wrestled between love, longing, and rationality for quite a while now and in the moment of frustration he had let go.
They would never work out in the long run, not in the conservative society they lived in. Not when Seokjin was trying to make it an industry where his every move would be scrutinized, always in the spotlight, displayed for everyone to see. Seokjin was a budding actor. He couldn’t afford to be stigmatized so early in his career.
When they first got together, high on their love and desire, those fears and doubts were always pushed to the back of his head; always present, but always ignored. He knew that they wouldn’t be accepted, regardless of how progressive South Korea was becoming. Even Yoongi’s own parents, who claimed to love him unconditionally, willfully turned a blind eye on his own sexuality, choosing to focus on the part that he was still attracted to women.
They couldn’t even have the type of freedom they desired in their own home. Not in the small apartment they rented where the neighbors were starting to get suspicious about the nature of their relationship. Evidently, two grown men should not be sharing an apartment at their age.
Every kiss, every touch, every intimate moment was kept quiet. He wanted to be free enough to love and make love without having to feel like what he was doing was wrong.
Because it wasn’t wrong. It took him a long time to accept himself for who he was. His scars and his music were proof enough.
But he let Seokjin go, thinking it was for the best.
To let Seokjin flourish without having anything or anyone tying him back. He knew that Seokjin had refused roles for Yoongi’s sake. Their time together was already scarce enough, and even more schedules put further constraints on their relationship.
Not to mention that most of the roles Fantagio gave Seokjin were romantic in nature. How could they not when Seokjin looked like the epitome of a dashing male lead? Even if Seokjin was getting supporting roles now, it was only a matter of time until they give him the lead.
It was his jealousy and his own insecurities that had caused them to fight. He knew how often the media misconstrued stories to fit their narratives. Acting companies rarely did anything against it, especially around airing times of the dramas because any promotion was good promotion. Seokjin was not even the second male lead, but even he was not safe from the media.
Seokjin’s coworker, Irene, was an idol and had a guest starring role in the drama, but the crew and the rest of the coworkers had invited her out to eat with them as well.
Dispatch had taken photos of her and Seokjin hitting it off. Laughing and smacking each other, as two friends would, but because they were of the opposite sex, they were portrayed as two young, very attractive people that were flirting.
NAVER was flooded with news about their supposed secret relationship. “The Man Who Can Make the Ice Princess Smile?” “Who is the mystery man?” “Visual Couple: How Long Have They Been Dating?”
Yoongi had known that Seokjin was going to eat with all of his workers, Irene included. Yoongi knew how deceitful the media could be. Yoongi knew that Seokjin was extremely loyal and faithful and would never, ever cheat on him.
But it wasn’t enough to quell down his rage, that pitting feeling of unfairness. It’s not like Seokjin was out and could promptly shut the media up by announcing that he was already in a relationship with a man. It’s not like he could do anything, since he wasn’t out for fear of losing job opportunities as a music producer.
So yeah, it had boiled down into an argument that was just a stack of insecurities that had been piling up for months.
He knows that he is mostly at fault on why he was in this predicament now in the first place. He had not taken Seokjin’s feelings or own thoughts into consideration. He had not voiced the insecurities that had been clinging on him like a second skin. Yoongi had acted too rashly in the passion of the moment. But truly, if he could barely handle the media now, how would he be able to handle it in the future?
Yoongi knows that he broke Seokjin’s heart and broke his own in the process.
After weeks of wallowing and self-loathing, Yoongi woke up feeling a new sense of determination. Seokjin could avoid his calls and his emails all he wanted, but would he truly ignore him in person?
If he were a better man, he would have given Seokjin the space that he so desperately desired.
But Yoongi never claimed to be that man. He was selfish. He was greedy. He wanted Seokjin back, as friends, as lovers, who knows. He was ready to become whatever form Seokjin was willing to take him.
He was still groggy from the night of fitful sleep. His senses were dulled and his body was numb. He begrudgingly got out of his bed, feeling dizzy and sticky from all the crying he had done the previous night. He mechanically put on the used clothes that he had found on the floor that should have gone in the hamper. If Seokjin were here, he would have given him grief about it. He was real stickler for cleanliness.
But he wasn’t here. Yoongi could only wish to hear his nagging again.
He managed to grab his keys, his phone, and the picture frame that was by his bed stand. He put on the only pair of shoes that were on the door way and marched right out.
He had walked out in a daze. His body on autopilot and it led him to the direction of Fantagio, the entertainment where Seokjin worked at.
When he left that morning the sun was barely rising, but it was still too bright for his liking. He still had eye gunk on the corners of his eyes and he hadn’t even brushed his teeth. But he didn’t care.
Now the sun had risen high up in the sky, his black cap offered only a bit of protection. He was sitting on the sidewalk with Seokjin’s framed picture in between his crossed legs, his back against the wall of a corner building that was a streetlight away from Fantagio. The pearl colored brick was digging into his lower back so he couldn’t get comfortable. He sat in between two quaint, but very popular food establishments that shared the building. On his right there was a cozy café that he used to frequent often, and on his left side there was a Korean BBQ. He favored the Korean BBQ side as it provided him with the best view.
Many employees often passed by here to get into the companies across the street or grab a bite to eat. He could feel eyes on him now as he sat there, but his own eyes were fixed on Fantagio, the entertainment company. This was where Yoongi first met Seokjin.
In the most cliché sort of way, Seokjin had spilled coffee on Yoongi when they crossed paths. Seokjin was in a hurry to eat a quick meal before a script review and Yoongi was on his way to meet with another music producer to collaborate on a new idol song.
Yoongi cursed, Seokjin apologized, Seokjin offered to pay for his shirt, Yoongi refused and walked away since he was already late, but Seokjin was persistent and proceeded to follow him. Yoongi relented just so the pretty guy could just leave him alone, and walked into his meeting with a stained shirt. Fortunately, the other music producer, JB, had not questioned his attire and liked his work and he was contracted until the completion of the album. His visits to Fantagio became part of his daily routine and low and behold, he encountered Seokjin on his way there again.
Seokjin spilled coffee on Yoongi once again.
Yoongi would later find out that Seokjin had done it purposefully the second time.
They did not get together right away. In the industry, dating was supposed to be cautious.
Especially if you were gay.
Also, in their situation, they did not start on the right foot. There was a lot of groveling on Seokjin’s part wanting to make up for both accidents. Yoongi had liked the attention and pretended to be angry. They became friends gradually and slowly but surely became the best of friends. Lots of pining and misunderstandings later, they became a couple. After a month of dating, they moved into Yoongi ‘s cozy one-bedroom apartment. They were blissfully ignorant to the reality of the world in that moment.
He wishes he could still be oblivious.
Back to present time, it wasn’t until an hour or so later, of sitting there, reminiscing, that he heard his stomach grumble. He did not eat breakfast that morning or dinner last night. He stuffed his hands in his pockets to look for his wallet. Shit, he thought, I forgot it at home. He bumped the back of his head against the wall in despair.
Should he go back and get his wallet from his apartment? What if Seokjin passes by the moment he leaves?
Fate is a bitch like that.
Not wanting to miss his chance, he stayed put. To distract himself, he started thinking about what he was going to say.
Should he greet him casually first? A, ‘Hey, Seokjin, how are you? How have you been? I was just passing around the area…’ Ugh no.
How can he greet him so casually when he was here like a creeper, just waiting for him?
Should he just get on his knees immediately and bow? Would that be forfeiting his pride too much?
But what pride if he is already on the floor and dirty and hungry? He doesn’t remember the last time he took a shower.
What if he doesn’t want to listen to him? Should he run after him and beg to be heard?
What if Seokjin doesn’t even want to look at him? Doesn’t acknowledge his existence? That would hurt. Could he experience that heartbreak again?
Even if he was at fault, it did not stop the hurt he felt when Seokjin decided to cut him out of his life. Even if it was under his own orders.
He has to try at least, to get Seokjin to sit down and listen to him even if was just for a few minutes.
He only needs a few minutes.
Some try to hand me money, they don’t understand
I’m not broke I’m just a broken hearted man
I know it makes no sense but what else can I do
How can I move on when I’m still in love with you
He was taken out of his deep thinking when he felt a sharp object hit the left side of his head.
“What the fuck!”
His head swerved to the direction from which he was hit. His eyes scanned the moving crowd to try to find the culprit. He rubbed his head and turned his whole body to search the general area on where the object could have landed, the only thing he found on the pavement next to him was a 500 ₩ coin. He picked it up from the ground and he couldn’t help but fume. Where did it come from? Who the fuck threw that at his head? He was just minding his own damn business.
He didn’t know how long he sat there, absentmindedly staring at the coin in his hand before another delicate looking, but wrinkled hand came into view. A crumpled, 5000 ₩ bill was deposited onto his palm. He looked up to see an elderly woman, smiling down kindly at him.
“Here you go sweetie. I know it’s not much, but you can get yourself a quick meal or two at a convenience store later.”
“I—what?” He was perplexed. What was going on?
“We all fall through hard times. Don’t be embarrassed to ask for help. There are a few centers around here that can help you with your situation.”
What? What situation? Did she think he was homeless?
“I’m sorry ma’am,” He tried to hand the bill back as she knelt in front of him and rummaged through one of her grocery bags, “I think you are mistaken. I don’t need money—“
She suddenly took out a wrapped hotteok and shoved in the outstretched hand that had the money.
“I was going to give this to my granddaughter, but you can have it,” She slowly rose to her feet and started to back away all while ignoring Yoongi’s protests, not letting him give her the food or money back, “It gets better. You are so young, you just have to try a little harder and not give up. You can do this.”
She left as quick as she came, her body and gait surprisingly nimble, and Yoongi could only gape in shock. This was a new level of low. He had never felt more embarrassed in his life.
He had half in mind to just discard the food. But he minded his elders and although humiliated, he was also ravenous. He thanked the old woman in his head, which he deemed her to be his own personal angel, and proceeded to eat and finish the hotteok in a few bites. It was soft and sweet and one of the most delicious foods he has ever eaten.
After he finished eating, he put both the money and the wrapper inside one of the deep pockets of his parka. He picked up the picture frame. It was just a picture of Seokjin, arms outstretched as he basked in the sun. This was one of many that Yoongi had taken on a whim.
He had initially thought of showing the picture to the people on the street in an attempt to ask if they had seen him pass by. Now he realized that that idea was very foolish.
Seokjin is an actor. People would question his intentions for looking for him. They would probably think that he was a saesang or a stalker.
He gazed at the picture lovingly. At least he could be entertained just by looking at him. Even an image of Seokjin could make his heart flutter.
A few more hours flew by, the sun rays became more intense, but it was still cool enough that Yoongi didn’t have to take off his parka. His phone was only at 27% and he did not have the energy to do anything else but sit there and people watch. He figured that it was around lunch time when the Korean BBQ started filling up with customers. It was fortunate that neither establishments had tables outside, but he still felt eyes on him as the customers went in.
He lowered his cap just in case someone recognized him.
He really, really had not thought things through.
He’s surprised that he hasn’t been kicked out yet. He was just sitting there, looking all shady, in front of an entertainment company, where idols and actors frequently passed by.
They needed better security.
As if fate would have it, the moment that thought crossed his mind, a police officer sauntered over to him.
Ohhh fuck, he was screwed.
Policeman says, “Son you can’t stay here”
I said, “There’s someone I’m waiting for if it’s a day, a month, a year”
Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows
If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go
“Son, what are you doing? You can’t be here.”
“Uhhh, hello officer,” Yoongi rose from the ground, his knees crackling with the effort it took. He dusted off his parka. He did a half bow, “I know that I shouldn’t be here, but I am waiting for someone.”
“On the floor?” The officer’s eyebrows were raised and he was eyeing Yoongi critically.
“Yes, yes. They are just… taking a while and I got tired and sat down.” The lie just flew out of his mouth easily.
“What is your name?”
“Min Yoongi.”
“Can I see your ID?”
“Oh I’m sorry, I forgot my wallet at home, that’s why I am not waiting inside for him…”
“Who exactly are you waiting for?”
“Oh… a… friend.” Yoongi struggled to find a word for him.
“What’s the name of your friend?”
“Kim Seokjin,” Yoongi quickly bent down to pick up the photo frame and showed it to the officer.
“Do you just carry picture frames of your friends around?” The police officer was skeptical.
“Yes…” If Yoongi was trying not to sound suspicious, he was failing spectacularly.
“Why haven’t you called your friend to see when he is going to get here?”
“Well you see, he has recently changed his phone number…” Yoongi was starting to sweat.
How was he going to explain what he was doing? In no way did any of his current actions did seem rational. Just as he was formulating some bullshit, a familiar, softly spoken voice interrupted them.
“Yoongi?”
Yoongi felt a shock running through his spine. He whirled around to face Seokjin.
No matter the countless times he saw Seokjin, even when they were together, he always managed to stun him with his beauty. His already flawless skin looked even more perfect, so Yoongi could only guess that Seokjin was wearing makeup. His caramel colored hair was neatly styled back. He was dressed in a white collared shirt with the top two buttons undone and dark navy business pants. He looked incredible…and Yoongi felt inadequate.
He must have come from a schedule. Seokjin wasn’t one to dress up on a day off, opting to wear oversized sweaters and ripped jeans instead.
They stood there, staring at each other for a cool minute. Seokjin’s expression was indecipherable. Yoongi tried to recall the speech he had mulled over while hoping to encounter him, but he could not remember a word for the life of him. Seeing him in person halted his whole thought process. His heart was pounding so hard against his ribcage.
A voice cleared. He had momentarily forgotten about the officer.
“I am assuming that this is the friend that you were waiting for?” The police officer’s voice was still skeptical. Understandably. Why would a handsome, put together Seokjin be associated with his grungy ass?
“Yes, officer, he is…” Yoongi trailed off. He felt indignant, but at the same time, could he really call Seokjin his friend right now?
“Mr. Kim, was it? You look familiar. Are you an actor maybe?”
“Ahh, yes, sir I am,” Seokjin politely answered the officer.
“Is he your friend? He is not bothering you, or stalking you, or anything?” What the fuck? Did he really look that bad?
“Ahh yes, no, I mean, yes he is my friend and no he is not bothering me.”
“Okay then, I shall leave you to it.” The officer directed his next words to Yoongi, “The business owner did not call us sooner because he recognized you. He thought you would leave after a few minutes, but you have been here since the morning. Don’t loiter like this again.”
“Have a nice day, gentlemen.” With that he walked away.
“You too officer,” They both said in unison.
‘Cause if one day you wake up and find that you’re missing me
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
Thinkin’ maybe you’ll come back to the place that we’d meet
And you’ll see me waiting for you on our corner of the street
They stood there awkwardly. They couldn’t look each other in the eye. Finally it was Seokjin who broke the silence.
“Yoongi, what are you doing here?”
“I came to wait—I mean look for you, hyung.”
“Why did you come look for me?”
“I just wanted to talk to you.”
“You said more than enough the last time we talked to each other. I think I’ve made it very clear that I don’t want to talk to you or see you ever again.”
“Please, hyung. Please just hear me out,” Yoongi pleaded. His eyes started watering with tears.
“Hear you out? Hear YOU out? What more could you possibly have to say me that you haven’t said already?” Seokjin’s voice was getting louder, earning him some looks from passerby.
Seokjin’s brows furrowed. He breathed in and out before letting out a tired sigh. He ran a hand across his face. Yoongi dared himself not to reach out and comfort him.
Seokjin schooled his features into a more neutral expression. His reddened ears were the only thing betraying his embarrassment. He eyed the people around him before the corners of his mouth turned tense.
“Let’s go somewhere more private,” He decided. He grabbed Yoongi by the arm and started dragging him as he walked. Once they got further away, Jin let go of his arm, much to Yoongi’s disappointment. Seokjin’s touch seared through his thick parka.
“Where do you want to go?” Yoongi asked after having walked a block behind Seokjin.
Seokjin seemed to ponder over the question before he quietly said, “My apartment is not far from here.”
Their walk to Seokjin’s apartment was stifling. They didn’t bother to fill the silence. Seokjin wasn’t kidding when he said his apartment was close. They arrived in just a few minutes. They headed into one of the tall, luxurious buildings that had strict security measures. They took the elevator to get to Seokjin’s apartment. His apartment was on the top floor. Once inside Yoongi could see the difference between his and Seokjin’s new living arrangement. It was very spacious and the furnishing were new and modern looking. Nothing like the secondhand furniture that they had once picked together. It looked like a picture perfect living space from a furniture catalogue. Where was this type of luxury when they lived together?
Yoongi could only wonder where he had gotten the money and place in such a short period of time.
“This used to be Seokjung hyung’s apartment before he got married. None of this is actually mine.” Seokjin answered his unspoken question out of habit. They always shared the same mind wavelength.
“Do you want something to drink? Water? Coffee? Tea?”
“Water is fine, thank you.” Seokjin walked away towards the kitchen.
Yoongi felt too awkward to sit down on the pristine couches. He felt too disgusting and he was sure that he was going to make them dirty. Seokjin came back with a glass of ice cold water and gave it Yoongi. He then directed him to sit on the main couch, while Seokjin made himself comfortable on the loveseat.
“Sorry for yelling at you in public,” Seokjin apologized.
“It’s fine. It’s understandable.” Yoongi drank the water quickly. It made his parched throat feel so good. He hadn’t realized how thirsty he was.
“Do you want another glass?”
Yes. “No, no it’s fine, thank you.” He set down the empty glass on the coaster that was on top of the coffee table.
“Okay then. You said that you wanted to talk. Let’s talk.”
Yoongi folded his hands in his lap. His body thrummed with nerves.
“I just wanted to see you. Apologize to you. Explain why I decided to end us.”
“So you came here to give me the closure you didn’t give to me before?”
“No, that’s not it—I,” He took a deep breath before he poured all of it out, what he was feeling the past couple of weeks with Seokjin’s absence, “I miss you! Letting you go was the biggest mistake of my life and not a single second passes where I don’t regret it. I miss your eyes, your lips, your smile. I miss waking up and seeing your face first thing in the morning. Or how you would always make sure to stop by my studio to leave me food and a kiss even when BigHit is well out of your way.
Or how you would fall asleep on the couch reading a book, waiting for me to come home even when you knew that I would stay working overnight. How you would always hold my hand when you knew I was feeling upset or depressed and you knew that I did not want to talk about it. I even miss your stupid dad jokes and your weird laughter. I miss the way you look at me. Or used to, fuck. I miss us. I want us back. Please. Please just take me back.” He scurried onto his feet and knelt in front of Seokjin. He grabbed both of Seokjin’s hands. His pale knuckles turned whiter as his grip turned tighter.
Seokjin eyebrows rose high and his mouth was agape. He was stunned. He looked like he didn’t expect those words to come out of Yoongi’s mouth.
In retrospect, Yoongi should have been more vocal about his feelings during their 9-month relationship. He could count on one hand how many times he told Seokjin he loves him.
“Yoongi, you are the one who broke up with me,” Seokjin’s voice wavered, “You are the one who said that you did not see a future in us, but now you want me to take you back?”
Seokjin didn’t give him a chance to respond. He tried break out of Yoongi’s hold but Yoongi held on tight, “You fucken broke my heart, Yoongi. I fucken begged you not to break up with me, but you didn’t even care. You made me feel like what we had together was just time wasted. Like it had meant nothing to you. Like I had meant nothing to you.”
“I’m so sorry that I made you feel that way. You don’t know how many times I wanted to beat my head over what I did. You mean everything to me, Seokjin hyung. I messed up, I know. I will work hard to make it up to you. Please, just please.”
He pulled one of Seokjin’s hands up to his face and kissed one of his palms.
“Please just give me another chance. I promise to never to hurt you ever again.”
“Don’t Yoongi, just don’t. Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” Seokjin choked back tears, still trying to tug his hands away from him. Yoongi now held Seokjin’s hands on top of his chest. He swayed on his knees as Seokjin tried to push him away. Tears ran down Seokjin’s flushed cheeks.
“Why did you have to break up with me?” Push. Sway. “We wouldn’t have had to go through any of this!” Pull. Sway. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” Push. Sway. “I was doing fine.” Pull sway. “I was moving on.” Seokjin sobbed. His shoulders drooped and his arms relaxed. His head hung low.
Yoongi was openly crying as well. He never wanted to hurt Seokjin. He was heartless. He was an idiot. He didn’t deserve him.
“I thought I was doing what was best for you. For us. I don’t know.. You love acting. This is your dream. You worked so hard for it. A scandal, like this, could ruin you. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I did that to you.”
“Don’t you think that I have considered that?” Anger flooded his voice, “I’m a grown ass man, Min Yoongi, I can make my own decisions! Why didn’t you just talk to me?”
“I don’t know, I’m stupid,” Yoongi could feel the snot running down his nose.
“You’ve said that already.”
“Please just please, give me another chance.”
“What if it happens again? Huh? Can you guarantee that you won’t break up with me just because you have—what is it? Doubts? No--”
“Do you not love me anymore?” Yoongi interrupted him.
Words cut off in Seokjin’s throat. He couldn’t deny it.
“I—"
“Because I love you, hyung. More than any man or woman that has come before you and no one will come after, that promise I can make. Every love song I write, I write with you in mind. Every song I produce has always been dedicated to you. I can’t promise that I will stop being so idiotic, but I do promise to try. I promise to communicate better. To respect your choices. To tell you that I love you more often. Anything, just please…please….”
He let Seokjin’s hands go, took off his cap, and threw it across the room. He dug his face on Seokjin’s lap and hugged the back of Seokjin’s knees. Seokjin was free to push him away, to hit his head. Yoongi honestly half expected it.
What he didn’t expect were hesitant fingers carefully threading through his hair.
“Look at me Yoongi” Seokjin’s voice was nasally from all the crying, but his tone was gentle.
Yoongi was fearful. Had he begged enough? Was he being too pathetic?
He raised his head to look at him and felt desperate hope fill his chest. Seokjin’s red rimmed eyes bore into his. He held Yoongi’s face in between his palms and squeezed his cheeks together. Yoongi put his hands over his. Seokjin’s thumbs rubbed the bottom of his eyes softly, clearing away the tears.
Seokjin continued to look into his eyes, and it seemed that what he was searching for, he found.
“I do love you, you massive fool. So much,” Seokjin sniffled, “I’m not moving back in with you, at least not yet. You must also swear to me that you will talk things through with me and that you will listen to what I have to say before you start making decisions for the both us. Swear it, Yoongi.”
“I swear, I swear, please.”
“I miss you too.”
Seokjin slowly bent at his waist and lowered his head down to Yoongi’s level. He watched Yoongi for a second, gauging his reaction, before he pressed his plump lips against his.
It made Yoongi want to cry once again. He thought that he would never get to experience this ever again. Kissing him was always made him feel euphoric. Seokjin kissed him so softly, so delicately. Before he started leaning back in the loveseat, still cradling Yoongi’s face. Yoongi had no choice, but to follow him. Just as the kiss started to deepen and Yoongi shoved his tongue in Seokjin’s mouth, he was roughly pushed away.
He held onto Seokjin’s shoulders so he wouldn’t fall off. He hadn’t realized that he had been straddling him.
“Ugh!” Seokjin grimaced.
“What? Why? What happened?” Fear gripped onto him. Were they moving too fast?
“Ugh! Yoongi, what the hell? Your mouth! Didn’t you brush your teeth?”
His body sagged and he laughed in relief. His big hands caressed Seokjin’s shoulders.
He pressed his forehead against Jin’s. They were okay. They were going to be okay.