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He’s not really sure how ice skating became the plan for the day, but Yoongi is not very happy. Not only is he sort of uncoordinated, but he would rather not be doing any physical activity if he can help it. But Taehyung had whined at Jimin, who complained to Seokjin, who locked eyes with Namjoon, and now here they all are at the town square outdoor ice rink. They’d paid a ridiculous amount to get in — a whole fifteen dollars — and now they’re sitting on the benches lacing up their skates.
Admittedly, it really is a nice day to be out. The weather is actually not too cold for outdoor activities and the sun is fully shining with few clouds. Seokjin had suggested they all go to the downtown outdoor market to spend the day, which Yoongi had agreed to, but he didn’t agree to this.
Namjoon can probably sense his distress from where he’s sitting next to Yoongi, having his own skates laced up in record time. “You know you don’t have to do this if you really don’t want to,” Namjoon says lowly just so that Yoongi can hear. “Taehyung will only be mad at you for like, two days, tops.”
Yoongi huffs a barely there laugh, his breath coming out in a thin cloud in front of his mouth. “It’s fine. I also already paid, so.” It’s always amazed him how Namjoon always just knows what he’s thinking, whether he says something or not. “I just, like, suck at this, and I don’t like to be embarrassed.”
“Hard to believe considering everything you do is embarrassing.” Namjoon quips back quickly and they both laugh, Yoongi shoving him lightly.
“Are you guys done flirting? We’re going in.” Comes Jeongguk’s voice from Yoongi’s right, and the older man frowns just slightly.
“Aw, are you jealous? I’m sure Seokjin will hold your hand on the ice if you ask,” Yoongi teases and the younger blushes a little.
“If Seokjin touches me, I’m tripping him.” Jeongguk says and steps into the rink. Yeah right, Yoongi thinks, and Namjoon says as much out loud. They all file onto the ice one by one, and the chill of the rink grazes Yoongi’s cheeks making them pink almost instantly. Jeongguk, of course, takes to it with flying colors even though before they came, claimed that he hadn’t skated in years. Hoseok and Seokjin are doing a pretty good job, and Jimin is steady while helping Taehyung gain his footing. It’s a wonder that Jimin is able to keep his balance considering how fucking clumsy he is just standing, Yoongi thinks. Taehyung is close to full on flailing at this point, and Yoongi does his best to stifle his laughter, but Namjoon skips trying to be nice and openly calls him a fucking idiot from across the rink in front of all the families skating together.
“Are you coming?” Namjoon says, to Yoongi now, and the other looks up at his friend.
“Um, yeah. Just...at my own pace, you know.” Yoongi is going at his own pace, which is indeed, very slow. He hasn’t skated since he was really young and even then he barely spent any time on the ice because he’s so bad at it. No matter what Namjoon says, he is not always doing something embarrassing, but he knows that if he tries to jump right into something he’s bad at, he will be embarrassed, and he doesn’t want any of his friends laughing at him — good natured or not.
“Gotta let go of the wall first, maybe?” Namjoon smirks a bit and Yoongi is sure if he didn’t already have a death grip on the wall of the rink he’d have fallen on his ass right then from his knees being weak.
It’s really not that big of a deal. Namjoon is attractive, and Yoongi knows this. Their friend group knows it. Passers by on the street know it. The whole world probably knows it, honestly. It’s just a fact of life; like the sky is blue, water is wet, Kim Namjoon is Really Hot. It is kind of a big deal that Yoongi is a little in love with Namjoon, maybe. Has been for a really long time. He likes to think it doesn’t really mean much, especially because he’s not ever planning on acting on it, but Hoseok always loves to make it bigger than it is, which Yoongi is tired of. Namjoon has had plenty of boyfriends and girlfriends over the years come and go, and Yoongi has gone almost numb to the feeling of seeing Namjoon with someone else. Almost.
“If I let go, I’m falling, and I will not let that happen.” Yoongi says plainly, and Namjoon’s dimples crease in his cheeks as he huffs a laugh.
“Want me to go around with you a couple times?”
“You want me to trust you to safely bring me around a rink full of ice ?”
“Um, rude. I used to take skating lessons, remember? I’m still pretty good.” And Yoongi does remember; back in their early years of high school Namjoon skated for a good chunk of time. He had even been entered in a couple competitions before his dad wanted him to get into ice hockey, which was the deal breaker for Namjoon to get off the ice for good.
“Joon, that was years ago,” Yoongi almost whines, fingers starting to lose feeling from where he’s holding the wall. He looks around and sees Hoseok and Jeongguk on either side of Seokjin, holding his hands and the three of them laughing. Taehyung and Jimin are always holding hands, so Yoongi doesn’t need to look to see that they’re already on that, and he thinks, fuck it. Holding hands with Namjoon in public, amongst his friends who pretty much humiliate him on the daily anyway, is fine. “Okay, whatever.” he says finally and holds out one of his hands for Namjoon to take. Namjoon grips Yoongi’s hand solidly, surely, like he always does and pulls Yoongi up to standing straight, giving him a reassuring smile.
“I won’t let you fall, I promise,” Namjoon says and laughs at the flat and disbelieving look Yoongi gives back to him in response. “Come on, you’re blocking the flow of traffic. Just don’t think about it so much, try to keep your balance as much as you can.”
Yoongi is a lot of things, but coordinated isn’t really one of them. He played basketball throughout high school which didn’t require much thinking for the movement -- it was mostly all instinct for him and free flowing activity. This though, is different. His mind is so focused on not falling over and breaking his neck that he doesn’t realize how tightly he’s gripping Namjoon’s hand until the other makes a joke about it.
“Christ, Yoongi, let me keep my fingers, will you?”
“Sorry, sorry.” he murmurs and loosens his grip on Namjoon’s hand slightly, and the two of them begin to move. In the beginning it’s really not that bad. He’s mostly moving on Namjoon’s accord, who is solid and confident in his skating ability. Namjoon is really good at a lot of things. Jeongguk is known as the “golden boy” in their group -- always taking to anything and everything flawlessly, but Namjoon is honestly right behind him. He’s cautious, and adaptable, which allows him to experience and try out his skills in different areas. On a regular day he’s clumsy and fumbling like Jimin, but now he’s so sure of himself that Yoongi almost feels bad that he even doubted his best friend in the first place. Yoongi doesn’t realize they’re halfway around the rink already until he looks up from his skates for a second and notices the progress they’ve made. “Oh, wow. Okay, maybe I was wrong for thinking you’d fuck this up.”
Namjoon laughs, a cloud of white wisp appearing and vanishing in front of his mouth. “You’re not doing too bad. You have to lift your feet a little more though, or else you’re not gonna get as much speed as you want. And you’ll be really sore tomorrow.”
“This pace is good. I think if I do any more I’ll fall on my ass, and as we all know there isn’t much protection back there.” Yoongi replies and they both laugh, looking to their left to see Hoseok slowing down and stopping by them.
“Don’t you two look cozy and adorable,” he says behind the section of his scarf that’s covering his mouth, but Yoongi can see the smile on his face and the twinkle in his eyes. “I should’ve brought my phone so I could take pictures.” Yoongi vaguely registers that he’s still holding Namjoon’s hand and hopes his palm doesn’t get suddenly sweaty out of nervousness. He should’ve worn his gloves.
“How are you even doing this?” Yoongi asks, trying to breach from the subject at hand. “You’ve never skated a day in your life.”
“I guess I’m just good at everything,” Hoseok replies with a fake cocky expression, holding it exactly three seconds before he breaks and laughs. “It’s not bad. You actually look like you’re doing pretty good, Yoongs.”
“I guess Namjoon isn’t as shitty as I thought he’d be at teaching me,” Yoongi says and Hoseok laughs, Namjoon turning his head in an attempt to hide his faint blush. He’s so cute Yoongi thinks he might die. “Can we be done now? How long are we gonna be out here?”
“We’ve only been in the rink for like, twenty minutes, and you’re already complaining?” Hoseok says through another laugh. “Probably for at least an hour—” at this, Yoongi groans—“hey, you don’t wanna waste your money, do you? Don’t be like this. Also you’re getting to hold someone’s hand, be grateful.” Okay, so Yoongi likes hand holding, so what? Why does that have to be used against him?
“Whatever,” Yoongi huffs and tugs on Namjoon’s hand to get his attention. “Let’s just keep going.” They drift away from Hoseok and continue to glide along the ice, slowly but smoothly. After a while Yoongi doesn’t even pay attention to the fact that he’s not great at it, just goes, and Namjoon guides him through it easily and happily. Yoongi thinks that this is nice, and just lets himself have this moment for now of getting to be close to Namjoon in this way. Not that they’re not normally close or affectionate, but Namjoon isn’t really, not like how Jimin is at least. He convinces Namjoon to let him off the ice for a break and Yoongi sits down on the bench outside of the rink where Taehyung is already resting and scrolling on his phone, so Yoongi sits next to him. “Having fun?”
Taehyung startles only slightly before relaxing at the sight of Yoongi and gives a little smile. “Yeah. I needed a break though, Jimin and I kept falling and I think I fucked up my ankle a little bit.” Yoongi laughs a little. “Are you having a good time? I know I forced everyone to do this, but—”
“Yeah, it’s good,” Yoongi cuts Taehyung off before he can say anything else. Outside of all the complaining Yoongi does and the bickering the seven of them do, he hates to see Taehyung upset about anything. “It’s not that you forced us. It’s nice to do something as a group. It’s fun.”
“You don’t have to lie,” Taehyung says with a laugh. “But thanks.”
“No, Tae it’s really fine. I’m not as bad at this as I thought, so I’m not mad.” Yoongi says and Taehyung laughs, taking Yoongi’s hand. “I just need a break from—yeah. I just need a break.” They’re both quiet for a moment, holding hands and looking out onto the ice and watching their friends. Jeongguk and Seokjin look like they’re trying to have a race, which is probably really dangerous, but Jimin seems to be getting a kick out of it and almost slips on his skates from laughing so hard. Hoseok and Namjoon skate side by side calmly, smiling and laughing as they go around. Yoongi cracks a tiny smile at the fact that everyone he loves is happy.
“He loves you, you know that right?” Taehyung questions and Yoongi looks over at his friend. Taehyung is wearing a very serious expression which, to many people who don’t know how sweet he is, can be intimidating. Yoongi is starting to see why people feel that way. “And I don’t mean in the way that he loves the rest of us. It’s different with you two. We all see that.”
Yoongi doesn’t really know what to say, so he says nothing. He of course knows that he and Namjoon have a different dynamic than the rest of the group — they’ve known each other the longest, argued the most, cried together often. They’ve grown so much together as people from high school to now, and the nature of their relationship is just unique. The rest of the guys Yoongi deeply considers to be his brothers, his family. With Namjoon though, it feels like something past that. Something more special. He just doesn’t feel like what he feels for Namjoon is mutual. “I just don’t think it’s the same.” he says finally, Taehyung rubbing a gentle thumb across the back of Yoongi’s hand. “It’s not the same feeling between us. I don’t know, whatever. It’s stupid. Let’s just stop talking about it.” Taehyung shrugs easily and just says okay, dropping the subject and checking the time on his phone.
“Wanna go? I think we can get some hot chocolate at that tent over there.”
And that’s just that.
Taehyung and Yoongi also have an interesting dynamic, and he thinks that most people who don’t know them wouldn’t even assume that the two of them are friends because they’re so different. But amazingly, they’re both very similar. They’re both extremely protective of each other and Yoongi appreciates that. They return their skates and get their regular shoes back, wobbling on slightly jelly legs to the hot chocolate tent. Yoongi pays, much to Taehyung’s dismay even though Yoongi knows he’s full of shit, and they sit at a small table outside and sip gingerly at their drinks. Eventually the rest of the group finds them sitting quietly together before getting their own drinks and cramping five more chairs to the table clearly made for no more than two. Jimin leans his cold face into Taehyung’s warm neck and the taller male squeaks a laugh, and Yoongi can’t help that he feels warm inside watching the two of them.
They make their way back to the cars they came in, Jeongguk and Seokjin bickering loudly along the way, Jimin and Hoseok laughing and Taehyung giving small giggles here and there, and Yoongi is so full of love for his friends. If he said it aloud they’d probably laugh and make a big deal about it, so he stays quiet, but Namjoon takes one look at him and smiles deviously.
“Guys,” he calls attention and they all look at him, “Yoongi’s got that soft look on his face. He’s feeling secretly mushy.”
“Oh my god, no I am n—” his sentence gets cut off by someone latching onto his back with a light laugh, and he knows it’s Jimin. “Get off.” Jimin’s hold only gets tighter, and Yoongi can’t help his smile, giving him away completely. Taehyung cheerily calls for a group hug, huge smile adorning his face as they all latch on and practically suffocate Yoongi, and in that small moment he realizes that he wouldn’t rather be anywhere else.
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“We’re not watching that, Namjoon.”
“Why not,”
“It’s boring and nobody wants to see it except you.”
“Can we just pick something, please guys.”
Yoongi wishes that once, just one time, they could all decide on a movie to watch in a timely manner and get it over with. It always ends up like this: They all congregate in the living room of Jeongguk and Taehyung’s apartment for a movie night. Namjoon wanting to watch a documentary, Seokjin opposing, Hoseok agreeing with Seokjin, and Jeongguk getting tired and just wanting to have something on the damn tv. Yoongi agrees with Jeongguk. He sits and scrolls through Instagram in the meantime while everyone fights it out, the empty spot next to the loveseat dipping and a head resting on his shoulder. Yoongi doesn’t have to look to see that it’s Jimin.
“Maybe if you make a suggestion everyone will shut up and listen,” the younger says. Yoongi smiles a little bit at the slight lisp in Jimin’s voice that he always gets when he whispers; it’s cute.
“I’m not going to watch the movie anyway, so I really don’t care what they pick.” He wraps an arm around Jimin’s shoulders and pulls him close, body heat radiating onto Yoongi. Jimin is always so warm all the time, sometimes it actually concerns Yoongi that he should see a doctor to see if he runs at a higher temperature than most people. “They’re just gonna end up picking Avengers again because we all know that’s what Jeongguk wants to watch.”
“If we watch that again I’m fucking leaving.” Jimin says plainly, making Yoongi laugh behind the sound of all their friends arguing. “I’m serious. I don’t think I can take it anymore.” Jimin snuggles his face into Yoongi’s neck and hums something under his breath sweetly. Yoongi used to be bothered at how clingy Jimin was, how often he always wanted to touch people, but Yoongi’s gotten used to it. Welcomes it, even. He likes having Jimin around even though they bicker a lot.
“Can I ask you something?” Yoongi starts, regretting the words as soon as they’re out of his mouth, but he’s already said them. Jimin shifts and turns his face to Yoongi’s to show that he’s listening, so close that Yoongi can see his faint freckles. “When you — how did you, like, confess to Taehyung? Back in college. Did you plan it out?” Jimin blinks a few times before he flicks his eyes over to the sound of Namjoon’s laughter (have they still not picked a damn movie?) and then breathes out in understanding.
“Oh.” Jimin pauses. “Aw, Yoongi.”
Yoongi scrunches his nose in embarrassment a bit before turning away from Jimin. “Never mind, forget it.” He doesn’t let go of Jimin’s shoulders to show that he’s not mad, but Jimin scooches closer and pokes his cheek.
“No, sorry, I shouldn’t have said it like that.” Jimin sighs and looks over at the rest of their friends to ensure no one is paying attention to them. Jeongguk and Taehyung are sort of wrestling in front of the tv, remote between them, Seokjin and Hoseok on the sidelines laughing and refereeing respectively, and Namjoon recording the whole thing. “I just — I just told Taehyung how I was feeling, and hoped he felt the same. There’s not really a big story or anything, that’s just how it happened. I guess I was just lucky.” Jimin has a soft little smile on his face thinking about Taehyung. “I think you’ll be alright if you tell Joonie how you feel. I think you’ll be lucky too.”
Yoongi doesn’t really think so. “I just...he always knows what I’m thinking. Always. That’s why we never argue anymore, because we’re always on the same page. But it’s like this is the one part of my mind that he can’t read and I wish he could. Just so I wouldn’t have to say it.”
“Yeah, but...that’s part of the whole thing. It’s nice to hear it from you. Reassuring, I don’t know.”
“I just don’t wanna look stupid if this is a mistake.” Yoongi admits quietly making Jimin’s eyes get a little sad, and he presses his nose into Yoongi’s cheek.
“Everything will be fine. I know it.” They take each other’s hands, and Jimin comfortingly squeezes Yoongi’s palm in his. He looks out into the rest of the room, where their five friends have their eyes centered on them. “Did you guys pick a movie yet?”
“We were too busy trying to see if you guys were gonna kiss,” Hoseok jokes, and Seokjin laughs a little.
“You’re such a perv,” Yoongi laughs and says back, Jimin giggling at his side and throwing his head onto Yoongi’s shoulder before smacking a kiss onto Yoongi’s cheek.
“I would kiss Yoongi for real, but I’m over the phase in my life where I’m attracted to losers.”
“Hey—“
“Obviously you’re not because you’re dating Taehyung,” Jeongguk snorts while popping a disc into the DVD player.
“Excuse me—!” Taehyung exclaims from the other side of the room, jamming his foot into Jeongguk’s armpit and making the younger emit a squeal. The noise of chaos starts all over again, Jimin leaving his spot next to Yoongi to go attach himself to Jeongguk’s back and the three younger ones end up in a rolling pile on the floor. The opening credit scene starts up to the movie, and they all groan when they hear the superhero theme music of The Avengers. Jeongguk ignores it however, and points out that nobody else had any better ideas, so they all settle down and turn their eyes to the screen.
They’ve watched it so many times before that they all know what’ll happen, so there’s light and soft chatter throughout but Jeongguk doesn’t mind. He sits between Hoseok’s legs and lets the elder play with his hair while talking lowly to Seokjin, Jeongguk’s eyes getting heavier with every pass of Hoseok’s hand.
Jimin takes his place back next to Yoongi, shifting them into a sitting position where he can rest his head on Yoongi’s chest and fall asleep while Taehyung takes place in Namjoon’s lap. Admittedly, it looks pretty funny because they’re both so tall, but Taehyung curls up and makes himself small with a whine of “Namjoonie, cuddle me” underneath Namjoon’s laugh. And it’s nice. It always is, when the seven of them are together.
Yoongi drowns out the sound of the action scenes and sinks into his head. He probably should tell Namjoon how he feels. They’re grown ass adults, who should be able to talk about their feelings maturely, and god knows Namjoon would. Yoongi has always been more timid, less outward with his deepest feelings, and this situation is definitely not any different.
He loves you, you know that, right?
Fucking Kim Taehyung and his wild ideas, getting Yoongi’s hopes up. He told Taehyung about his crush in confidence (drunk confidence, but, semantics) and now he says stupid things like that. And he knows Namjoon wouldn’t laugh at him, or treat him any differently, but Yoongi still worries if it would mess everything up.
Sooner or later the credits begin to roll, and half of them are asleep, so no one makes the move to shut anything off. Hoseok, Namjoon and Yoongi are the only ones awake even if they all look a bit drowsy, and one look between the three of them signals that they’re all ready to call it a night. Yoongi ruffles Jimin’s hair softly to rouse him and Namjoon and Hoseok wake the others, everyone sluggishly stretching and sighing. Jeongguk murmurs a goodnight to everyone and padding to his room. Taehyung gets up and goes to his, Jimin sleepily following and the doors close. Hoseok whispers something to Seokjin and they both bid their good nights and file into Jeongguk’s room —where Yoongi knows the three of them will all squeeze into his bed that’s definitely not big enough for all of them — leaving Namjoon and Yoongi with the pull out sofa.
It always ends up like this.
It’s routine, how they take the blankets out of the living room closet, switch off the tall lamp, and mute the tv but leave it on for light. It’s routine, how they lay side by side, not completely touching but also not far apart from each other, Yoongi blinking slowly and looking at how softly Namjoon’s hair falls into his eyes. How his chest aches dully with longing.
It always ends up like this.
Namjoon whispers, “are you tired?”
Yoongi responds, “not really.”
It’s quiet for a moment before Namjoon speaks again, scaring Yoongi a little bit because he assumed Namjoon was asleep.
“D’you think Jin Hobi and Jeongguk are ever gonna just...get their shit together?” he slurs a little sleepily, and Yoongi snorts. “I mean it’s been...forever. They’re both clearly really soft on Kook, for sure.”
“That’ll be a day to see,” Yoongi replies, staring up at the ceiling and trying to breathe past the knot in his chest. “Hopefully a day that we see soon, because I’m kinda tired of seeing Jeongguk drool over Seokjin every time he walks into a room.”
Namjoon huffs out a laugh through his nose that’s more air than anything, but when Yoongi looks over he can see Namjoon’s dimple creasing into his cheek. “Yeah.”
It’s quiet again, the white noise from the muted tv filling Yoongi’s ears with the sound of nothing, and the knot in his chest grows bigger. He’s just going to say it. He should just say it, right?
“Do you think—” he cuts himself off and clears his throat a bit, still facing Namjoon but closing his eyes before he finishes. “Do you think that we’re ever gonna get our shit together?” the words come out in a jumbled flourish and Yoongi is surprised he even heard himself clearly. His fingertips are numb with nerves, toes curling and pulse quickening. Fuck. He should’ve just not said anything. Namjoon doesn’t answer right away, and Yoongi swallows before opening his eyes.
Namjoon’s face is pretty blank, save for the slight widening of his eyes and pinking of his ears and neck. “What—um. What do you mean?”
A set up for rejection if Yoongi’s ever heard one.
He dodges it. “Uh, no. Nothing, never mind, just—go to sleep.” He pulls the covers up to his chin and over his mouth, turning over and closing his eyes so tightly that it hurts. Stupid, stupid stupid. Maybe Namjoon was right, he is embarrassing. He tries to steady out his breathing against the beginning prickle of tears behind his lids and only succeeds partially. Great. Now he’s stupid and a fucking loser.
He hears the sheets rustle behind him and the shitty springs of the pull out couch shift, and a hand on his shoulder that slightly startles him. “Yoongi?”
He can’t really ignore it, because Namjoon is right there, so he answers without any emotion in his voice. “Yeah.”
“Are you—I mean, um.” Namjoon sighs out heavily and the knot in Yoongi’s chest only grows, so big now that he can feel his chest swelling up with sadness and disappointment. “Are you saying that you like me?”
“Of course I do,” Yoongi’s voice is threatening to shake with tears. “You’re my best friend. We live together, and you’re one of the few people I can stand to be around for more than two hours.”
“That’s not what I mean.”
“Then what do you mean?”
Namjoon grabs Yoongi’s shoulder and tugs, so they're forced to face each other now; Yoongi flat on his back and Namjoon hovering over him slightly. “Stop doing that,” he says, voice dropping just a little and damn if Namjoon isn’t hot when he’s about to get angry.
“Stop what,”
“I don’t know, deflecting? Just answer my question.”
Yoongi huffs out a breath and rolls his eyes, a little angry now that he’s past his nervousness and fully doused in embarrassment. “Fine. Yes, okay? I do. I have a fucking crush on you, I’m in love with you, is that what you wanna hear? I said it.” his face is burning from mortification now, cheeks bright red in the ugly tv lighting of the room. “Now if you could just forget I said anything, we can both sleep.” He goes to turn back over but Namjoon’s hand on his shoulder is firm and assured even as he says nothing Yoongi frowns. “ What ?”
But Namjoon doesn’t say anything, just leans down a little and kisses Yoongi.
It’s not really anything earth-shattering; just a simple and sweet press of lips, full of nerves and hopefulness. Yoongi’s brain doesn’t give the signal to his mouth that he’s supposed to be kissing back, too busy being in shock, and Namjoon pulls away. Their mouths make a barely there sound as they disconnect but Yoongi hears it through the buzzing in his ears. Everything is amplified.
“Uh, sorry. I probably should’ve made sure that was okay, um.” Namjoon says in a rush, eyes twinkling in the low light but cheeks blazing pink. “Sorry—”
“Why did you do that?” Yoongi’s voice sounds foreign even to his own ears, shaky and vulnerable. He wants to hear Namjoon say it. Needs to hear him say it.
“Because...I wanted to?” Namjoon says back, unsure. “That sounds really bad probably, but. I did. And… I have for a really long time, honestly. But I was always just thinking that you probably wouldn’t want me to do it, but I talked to Hoseok and he said that I should , and—”
Yoongi tunes out the rest of the sentence and stares blankly for a moment, not really believing what he’s hearing. Namjoon is...so sweet, and stupid, and Yoongi is so so in love.
“—why are you smiling? Did I say something funny?”
Yoongi laughs and grabs the back of Namjoon’s neck, pulling him in so they can kiss again for real this time. Namjoon’s lips are soft and gentle and everything Yoongi’s dreamed of for the past seven years and he can’t help but to smile in the midst of it all. Namjoon goes to pull away a little bit but Yoongi’s not having any of that, just presses their mouths more firmly together, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, Namjoon breathing a quiet groan onto Yoongi’s lips. They kiss for what seems like hours — time dissolving into the air as it passes. They have to break away, because they’re both getting short of breath, panting hotly into each other’s skin.
Namjoon’s eyes are still twinkling, and Yoongi thinks those irises hold the universe and beyond.
“You’re a good kisser,” Namjoon says suddenly. “Like, better than I expected.”
Yoongi raises a brow. “Been thinking about it a lot, huh?”
Namjoon sputters. “Well, I mean —no. Shut up.” He buries his face into Yoongi’s neck with an embarrassed laugh and Yoongi laughs too, the two of them looking probably really dumb; laying together and just giggling. It’s nice. Yoongi voices as much aloud.
“I’m not going to get any mushier than I already have, but. I love you, you know that, right? Before I even said it.” he combs his fingers through Namjoon’s hair, half out of nervousness. Namjoon pops his head up and looks straight at Yoongi making the other squirm internally.
“You know it’s the same for me, right?” he says, and Yoongi holds his hand out for Namjoon to take, and he does, lacing their fingers together before closing his eyes and absorbing the warm presence of the body next to him.
“Yeah.”
They fall asleep like that: tangled up in each other, encompassed in each other’s company, peacefully.
It always ends up like this.
-
(“Oh my god, this is too fucking cute—”
“Shut up, Tae, just take the picture already!”
“Hobi, you’re blocking my view—”
“What the hell is going on.”
“Shit, run—!”)
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end.