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“He hates me,” Taehyung whined, head pillowed on Jimin’s lap. He poked his thighs, doing more damage to his own fingers, before groaning loudly.
“Why would he hate you, you absolute buffoon of sunshine,” Jimin replied, his eyes never leaving his phone. To others it might look like he wasn’t interested in Taehyung’s plight at all -no wait, he actually wasn’t- but he was still listening to what the other was saying like the best friend he is.
“He looks at me like he wants to kill me.”
“Tae, he looks at everyone like that.”
“No, believe me, he glares at me like he wants me buried while he looks at everyone else like he hopes they have a minor inconvenience in their day,” Taehyung explained, gesticulating wildly.
“That doesn’t make any sense,” Jimin said, pushing the other out of his lap. He ignored the oof the other let out, typing away at his phone. “Yoongi hyung is a hidden piece of fluff, you just need to get to know him.”
“He doesn’t go out, he replies in grunts and can’t look at me for more than a second. Are we talking about the same person here?” he said, settling down on the floor.
“We are. And why do you care anyway? I thought you also hated him,” Jimin asked, lying down on the couch. He grunted but didn’t say anything when Taehyung plopped all of his weight on him. He was definitely used to it.
“I do! He is so cold, always glaring at me whenever I try to talk to him,” he started.
“Maybe you always disturb him at the wrong time,” Jimin interrupted, ignoring the glare on his best friends face.
The it’s always the wrong time with him goes unsaid.
“Well he could tell me that. Guess what he said when I first tried to make conversation.” Taehyung shouted, blinking at the other. He counted up till 10 before continuing, knowing the other wasn’t about to guess. “Nothing! He didn’t even say ‘Hi’ back and just glared at me and walked away.”
“That’s why you hate him?” Jimin blinked, not believing what the other was saying.
“Well, after the 4th time, yeah.”
Taehyung groaned, remembering the first time it had happened. Of course at the time, he had already forgiven the other as soon as the other had walked away. Taehyung understood bad days but for the life of him he could not understand bad months.
“Come on Tae he’s not that bad. Just talk to him when he’s in a good mood for once,” Kimin prompted, poking Taehyung in the ribs with his free hand.
“Yeah, like that’ll come anytime soon,” he snorted at the thought of Yoongi ever having a good mood. His face showed absolutely no emotions unless he was frowning or glaring at someone.
“I don’t understand why you two keep doing this.” Jimin groaned, “I mean there are better ways to solve the sexual tension between you than this.”
“What sexual tension? There is absolutely no sexual tension between us,” Taehyung replied with a perfectly innocent face.
Jimin deadpanned.
“As your soulmate, I know when you think someone is pretty and you totally think he’s the prettiest hyung you’ve ever seen,” he said, pushing the other off him to move towards the kitchen. Jimin knew if the other didn’t think Yoongi was cute then no way would he have complained about him for so long.
“I have no clue what you’re talking about,” Taehyung shouted at his retreating back.
Jimin hummed, leaving the other to think about it on his own. His phone beeped again as he poured juice in his glass. Setting it down, he opened the notification and smirked. He grabbed the glass and moved to where Taehyung was lying on the couch, staring at the small mark on the coffee table.
“Listen, Jin-hyung is having a party the day after tomorrow,” Taehyung’s eyes lit up at that, “It’s a small one so Yoongi-hyung will be there as well. You can decide there; if you hate him or not.”
Jimin left the room as his phone buzzed again. Leaving Taehyung on the couch as the other hummed, already looking forward to the party.
“Why do you always glare at him?” Hoseok asked, continuing to type away at his phone.
“At who?” Yoongi replied, not taking his eyes away from his laptop.
“Jesus, how many people do you glare at?” Hoseok muttered, looking up at this hyung.
“None of your business. Whom are you talking about?
“Kim Taehyung. The hottest guy on campus,” He replied, ignoring the eye roll he got from Yoongi.
“Don’t let Jin hear you say that, Hobi,” Yoongi said, leaving the previous conversation behind.
“Well, okay. The hottest guy in his year. Of course, the hottest senior that ever graced this god forsaken hell hole campus is Jin-hyung.”
“I don’t know how I feel about you calling my boyfriend that,” Namjoon piped up, continuing to work on his latest song.
“Well, if you wanna fight you'll have to fight the entire batch so just suck it up,” Hoseok waved off the other, knowing how the other got when they mentioned the Jin Cult on campus.
“That’s true,” Yoongi said. He desperately hoped all the conversation ended here.
(Everyone knew that everyone liked Kim Seokjin and everyone also knew that Seokjin was dating Namjoon at the moment after the doofus had made a fucking announcement on campus in a bout of jealousy when he saw someone ask Seokjin out right in front of him. The guy still refused to be in the same room with Namjoon.)
Yoongi still wonders to this day how the other had lost control of his cool nature but knew the other was an idiot to all things considering Jin-hyung.
“We’re going off on a tangent again,” Hoseok groaned.
“Back to the point. Why do you hate Tae so much?”
“Tae? You're close to him?” Yoongi asked, surprised at the piece of information. As soon as the question left his mouth, he internally groaned at how stupid it was. Of course, Hoseok knew him.
In response, Hoseok deadpanned.
“I’ve been dating his best friend for months so of course I’m close to him. Those two come as a package deal.”
Yoongi did not know that. He really should pay more attention to what is happening outside his own small world.
“Why do you think I hate him?” Yoongi said, ignoring the other.
“Well I've seen you two together a handful of times whenever he comes over and you just ignore his presence the whole time.” Shit, he actually had an answer to that.
“Why do I have to be friends with him just because you are.” Yoongi said, carefully making sure not to look the other in the eyes. He’ll know within a second if he’s lying.
“You don't have to but you can at least say ‘Hi’ to him. He thinks you hate him, hyung.” Hoseok pouted, not liking the thought of his closest friends hating each other.
“I don’t hate him,” Yoongi said, feeling a strange pressure on his chest as he thought of the other. “I just can't be bothered to talk to him?”
At this point, he didn’t even know what he was saying.
“Why?” Namjoon questioned. Why was this fucker suddenly interested in what he was saying?
“He’s too loud for me, too cheerful. You know how much I like my peace,” he bullshitted. He himself didn’t know.
“You’re literally describing me hyung, and look at us.” Hoseok whined.
“I was fucking roped into this friendship, it’s not like I had a choice. I won't repeat the same mistake twice,” he growled. Yoongi totally will.
“You totally will Yoon-hyung, you smol piece of fluff,” Namjoon said, smiling his dimple smile that he knew Yoongi was weak against.
“Can you stop trying to get me new friends? I'm fine without them.” Yoongi honestly was, he had his idiots with him along with other friends around campus. More than he ever needed or will ever need.
“Nope I won't,” they both chimed at the same time.
Yoongi ignored them.
“And you two got to sort this out I can’t keep looking at his kicked puppy face whenever he tries to talk to you,” Hoseok whined, kicking his feet towards him.
“Then tell him not to talk to me. Simple.”
“You don't mean that.” Hoseok said, a cheshire grin appearing on his face.
He didn’t. Hoseok did not need to know that.
“What do you know?” Yoongi groaned, wanting nothing more than to leave this conversation way behind and never to be seen again.
“The first thing is,” he started, the grin never leaving his face and his eyes twinkling, “He is exactly your type.”
Yoong sputtered at the comment. Where the fuck was this coming from?
“He’s not.” He denied. No way was he agreeing with the other. That man will never let him live if he did.
“He totally is, hyung,” Namjoon said, the traitor, with a pitiful frown on his face. He could probably see the inner turmoil that Yoongi was going through at the moment.
Kim Taehying, resident hottieTM, cute and pretty with a deep angel-like voice which did not match his personality at all was definitely not his type. So what if Taehyung was tall and handsome and filled with the optimism Yoongi wished he had but he didn’t have.
That does not make him his type.
It totally did.
“Ugh whatever, live in denial then.” Hoseok groaned, knowing when it was a lost cause. “We’re having a party soon. You better apologize to him for your rudeness.”
“I have work,” Yoongi replied, his face carefully rid of any emotions.
“Which you will finish before the party.” Yoongi knew when the other talked in the tone, then it was in his best interest to listen to him.
But of course he would try not to.
“Why do I need to listen to you?”
“If you don’t come, I’ll tell Jin-hyung that you were rude to Tae. Jin adores him,” Hoseok said, a satisfied grin on his face knowing he had won.
“He really does,” Namjoon murmured.
“Ugh I’ll see,” Yoongi grunted, turning his attention towards the application on his laptop.
Which basically was a confirmation in Yoongi language. Namjoon and Hoseok high-fived.
“The black one,” Jimin said, throwing the shirt towards his soulmate.
Taehyung quickly put on the shirt, knowing how it made him look.
It was his ‘I’m trying to kill everyone with my sexiness’ look as Jimin had lightly put it the last time he had worn the shirt along with his tight jeans.
“Why this one? I thought it was a small party,” Taehyung questioned, wondering what his friend was upto.
“Yeah well you still need to look good,” Jimin shrugged, pulling his own clothes on.
“I have a lot of other clothes which I can wear.” Taehyung didn’t really mind what he was wearing at the moment, but he still wanted to know what the other was doing.
“Look?” Jimin glared at him, “Wear it if you wanna solve this weird tension between you and hyung.”
Taehyung glared at the other but didn't bother changing. He knew the other was correct but was still suspicious of his true motives.
As they finished dressing up, the two made their way over to Jin’s place where the party was being held. They both bounced towards the others’ place, talking about the party and laughing at random things. There was a high which always came over them whenever Seokjin decided to throw parties. It was the absolute best.
Taehyung was looking forward to it; they both were. Well, more to the food but Jn always had the best food. The whole place was transformed to fit all their good friends, a makeshift dance floor near the music system. The music wasn’t loud enough to make you lose your hearing but was good enough to dance on and have fun.
Taehyung and Jimin mingled with the people in the living room, slowly moving towards the kitchen where Hobi-hyung said he will be.
It would be a lie if he said he wasn't keeping an eye out for Yoongi but he didn't dare say it out loud. Taehyung knew his friends would never stop teasing him if they knew.
As they made their way towards the kitchen, Taehyung could see four other people there.
Jimin rushed into the group, hands latching onto the shoulders of his boyfriend, pulling the other in a bone crushing hug.
Taehyung made his way inside, slower than the other and slung his hands around Jungkook’s shoulder. The two greeted their closest friends before taking the drink that Jin offered.
“Everyone is here so let's get the real party started.” Jin hollered, not noticing Taehyung look around for the missing male.
“Yoongi will be a bit late,” Hoseok said, a small smirk on his face
Taehyung ignored the dancer. He didn’t let his relief show on his face.
All of them clinked their glasses together before drinking. Jimin grabbed Hoseok and Taehyung, tugging them towards the makeshift dance floor, stringing Jungkook along who was still wrapped up in Taehyung’s arms.
They all danced around, laughing at the weird moves Jungkook did. The other three copied him, laughing and grinning at each other. They were making a fool of themselves, but they were in Jin’s house so it didn’t really matter.
Taehyung wrapped his hands around the others’ shoulders after some time as they both started dancing earnestly. He could see from the corner of his eyes that Hoseok and Jimin were doing the same. Enjoying himself, Taehyung failed to notice the eyes of another person on him as someone new entered the room.
Yoongi was sure that Jin was gonna yell at him for arriving late to his party but as his eyes landed on the figure dancing near the music system; he suddenly couldn't find it in himself to care.
He didn't know how he managed to zero onto that one person in the mess of people jumping around but he somehow did, and now his eyes refused to leave the figure. Taehyung was dancing with Jungkook and somehow Yoongi could see his boxy smile from all the way here.
The producer could imagine the smile in his eyes and on his face, his deep yet sweet voice belting out music notes without any rhythm. He was an enigma, one that Yoongi wanted to understand but knew he couldn't.
Yoongi saw Taehyung move around, as if sensing someone looking at him. That quickly shook him, making him realise how creepy he was being while staring at the other and took off for the kitchen. He was quick to grab a drink as soon as he greeted Jin-hyung and Namjoon.
“What took you so much time?” Jin asked, taking a sip from his own drink.
“Had some work left,” Yoongi mumbled, a bit horrified from what had just happened when he had entered the room earlier.
What had Hoseok said? That he hated Taehyung, so that's what he was going with. No way was he going to let the other entrance him like that again, yeah that made sense. He just had to continue ignoring the guy and all will be well. He hoped.
“Yoongi? What are you thinking about?” Namjoon asked as the other stared into space, not listening to what they were saying.
“Hmmm? Oh, it’s nothing,” Yoongi said, mentally shaking himself. He had to get his act together fast if he didn’t want the others to question him.
Jin and Namjoon shared a look before starting at their friend. Realising something was wrong, they knew if it was something big then the other would share with them whenever he felt comfortable. If whatever the issue is, troubled Yoongi for longer than this then Jin will talk about it.
The couple continued their conversation, getting half hearted replies from Yoongi. As this continued for a few minutes longer, Jin was about to smack some sense into the other man when their other friends entered the room. Their shirts were now clinging onto their skins -no doubt from dancing for so long- Jin exhaled in relief as the mood lifted a bit but didn't miss the way Yoongi stiffened besides him.
He turned to see what was bothering the other so suddenly when he noticed the other looking at Taehyung. Yoongi looked troubled, as if he didnt know how to act and as Jin looked at the others, he suddenly felt understanding dawn on him.
Taehyung was acting in the same way as Yoongi was.
His eyes flickered to Hoseok who was standing right next to Taehyung, taking in the change in the mood. They both suddenly smirked, a glimmer in their eyes, knowing what they should be doing next.
Jin coughed loudly, bringing everyone's attention to him. Hoseok’s smirk grew while Namjoon sighed knowing the look on his boyfriend’s face, Jimin was slowly starting to get the situation while Jungkook just lifted his eyebrows. Taehyung and Yoongi were the only ones who were looking confused. Good.
“Lets play a game! I'm bored.” Jin said, his tone bored but his glee hidden under a careful mask. He couldn't let the other two know what he was thinking.
“What are you suggesting?” Hoseok asked. Bless the angel.
“Hmmm I'm thinking of a mix of all party games like truth and dare, spin the bottle and the like.” He carefully left out the main one he was thinking about.
“What are we? 12?” Yoongi scoffed, turning his focus towards his drink.
“No, you grandpa.” Jin yelled. “Also what kind of things do you think 12 year olds do?”
Seokjin was going to take advantage of his hyung status now.
“Anyway, no objections. We are playing and that’s final,” he glared at yoongi, daring the other to go against his words. The other sighed, not arguing while he sulked.
The group moved to another room, away from the buzz from the ongoing party. Seokjin grabbed an empty beer bottle while the others grabbed more drinks. Now just to get the plan on the road.
They sat down on the floor of his bedroom in a circle, subtly making sure that Taehyung and Yoongi were on the opposite sides. Both of them were looking at anything but each other and Jin was here to change exactly that.
The game started with Jin, starting off slow and innocent. They asked each other about embarrassing stories to cheek kisses as the drinks slowly finished. The room was now filled with 7 tipsy males and nothing will stop them (read: everyone except Taehyung and Yoongi) from making it more fun. Jin dared Jungkook to climb on Hoseok’s lap after which Jimin and Hoseok made out. While Jungkook was still sitting on the latter, looking away from the couple with a disgusted expression. By the time they made a full round, Namjoon was lying on Jin’s lap, Jungkook was back on the floor after taking down 2 shots and Jimin was leaning on Hoseok. Only Taehyung and Yoongi were given small dares. Of course, all according to plan.
“It's your turn, Jimin. What do you wanna do?” Jin asked, pushing the empty bottle towards the other, hoping the other would get the hint.
“Hmm,” Jimin lit up as he picked the bottle, a mischievous smirk on his face. “The person on the two ends of the bottle will have to go inside the closet and make out for the next 7 minutes.”
“We all came out of the closet years ago.” Jungkook grumbled. Jin lightly smacked the other on the back of the head.
Jimin glared, opening his mouth to no doubt fight with the younger.
“Won't that mean you'll have to kiss someone other than Hoseoki? Taehyung interrupted, looking at them sitting side by side. He knew how possessive Jimin usually is, so why would the other mention this game.
“That’s the fun of it. You never know who the bottle will end up on.” Jimin grinned, before looking at his friends and making kissy faces.
“And you're fine with it, hyung?” Tae said, narrowing his eyes at Hoseok. Is he compared Jimin’s possessiveness to a rock, then he would compare Hoseok’s to the fucking mountain. He was worse than Namjoon.
“I’m not but I'm sure it won't end on Jimin,” Hoseok chuckled, as if he knew what was going to happen.
Taehyung looked at him with confusion, not missing how Jimin pinched his side and how Jin-hyung glared at the other. What the fuck was happening?
“Okay, whatever just spin the fucking bottle,” Jin said, taking the attention of Hoseok who was rubbing his sides.
Jimin giggled before spinning the bottle. Taehyung suddenly felt dread settle on the bottom of his stomach, knowing something was about to go wrong in a few seconds. It made sense as soon as the bottle landed on Taehyung and his eyes widened.
He looked at the bottle before lifting his eyes towards the other end of it, where Yoongi was sitting looking at the bottle with the same huge eyes as his. The shock was evident on the others' faces and Taehyung flinched knowing what this meant.
His eyes met the cat like eyes and Taehyung couldn't believe the situation they had just landed themselves in. He should have known Jimin would try to pull some shit like this. Taehyung was going to fucking die in the closet.
Oh God, the irony.
He was afraid and afraid to say that he was aroused at the same time. Taehyung knew the other hated him or at least strongly disliked him, and technically he should also hate him but looking at the others' pretty eyes and button nose, Taehyung knew he didn't actually hate him. He couldn’t.
Maybe Jimin was right. It was sexual tension all along.
Jimin shook him by the arm, startling him as the other pushed him up on his feet. Taehyung glared at the other, feeling betrayed by his own soulmate for life and wondering how the other could have done this. He pinched the other on his arm, promising hundreds of needles on his bed.
“Off in the closet you go,” Jimin chirped as he shoved both Yoongi and Taehyung inside the door.
‘He knew that Jin was rich but did he really need a walk in closet.’ Taehyung grumbled inside his head.
“You sound like my parents,” Yoongi grumbled as they both stumbled inside the closet.
As the door closed behind them, the sound of Jimin cheering getting dimmer as the other moved away from the door. The situation finally settled into Taehyung’s mind. He was trapped in a small room with Yoongi, who probably hated him, and he didn't have a chance to get out.
“Lets just sit this out for the next 7 minutes,” Taehyung said, trying to make his voice as optimistic as possible but knew he had failed as soon as the words left his mouth.
There was no way the others would not let them out within 7 minutes. He realised with a sudden foreboding.
“Do you really think the others will let us out anytime soon,” Yoongi grumbled, his face turned away from Taehyung, as if the row of pink clothes with some other colors thrown in between were more interesting than his face.
“I was hoping,” Taehyung whispered, knowing that there was no way out of this. He’s going to disown his friends first thing in the morning.
They both stayed silent for the next few minutes, an awkward air around them. Taehyung was thinking that these were the first words the other has ever said to him and how the other must be hating what was happening right now. He was probably blaming Taehyung and his inability to handle his friends.
Yoongi, on the other hand, was thinking about killing his friends as soon as he got out, wondering what the idiots were thinking about closing him in a small space with the other male. Taehyung looked great, the black shirt hugging his body in the best ways possible and his jeans tight around him, making his legs look miles long.
Yeah, Yoongi was doomed.
He could feel every breath, every movement that the other made. The rustle of clothes, the air moving around them, the small breaths the taller took. If he focused enough, Yoongi might even be able to hear his heartbeat. A small step towards the other would put him close to the other, enough for their breathes to mingle and -
“I’m sorry,” Taehyung mumbled, his hand rubbing the back of his head.
“What are you sorry about?” Yoongi asked, surprised with the other. Did something happen? Had he accidentally done something that made the younger want to apologize to him?
“Well I know you don't really like me, it must be uncomfortable for you,” Taehyung said, not meeting Yoongi's eyes. His gaze was focused on his collarbones as if he was talking to them instead of Yoongi.
Yoongi opened his mouth to reply but was cut off as the other continued.
“I mean yeah you must really be hating this right now. I mean, why won’t you? The one person in the whole campus you hate and now you’re stuck with him for who knows how long all. And this is probably my fault. I shouldn’t have come up and said Hi to you, I can't make every person become friends with me all the time. So if that hadn't happened then you wouldn’t have hated me and oh god I never should have told Jimin-”
“Taehyung,“ Yoongi interrupted, thankful the other had stopped the downward spiral of self-blame he was starting to go on. Yoongi had really fucked up this time with his nonchalance and general rudeness.
“I don't hate you, Taehyung.” Yoongi said, his voice soft as he revealed the fact that he had been trying so hard to hide. Fuck Hobi was right.
“You do!’ Tae continued, ”You always glare at me whenever I try to talk to you and you’re always ignoring me.”
“Uhh,” Yoongi stumbled. He was thinking about giving a random excuse, trying to come up with something which didn’t make him sound too much of an asshole but stopped as his eyes met Taehyung’s. The others eyes were gleaming with unshed tears, as if the thought of Yoongi hating him physically pained him. Yoongi couldn’t help but feel guilty that the other was feeling this way because of him. Oh God, he was an asshole.
Yoongi took a step towards the other inside the small room, now standing chest to chest with the younger. Their feet were touching now and Yoongi could grasp the other by the arm in a second if he wanted to.
“I don't hate you Tae,” he said softly, looking the other in the eye, making sure he knew what Yoongi was saying was from the bottom of his heart. He ignored the sharp intake of breath and the small distance between them.
He could focus on his heart beating like crazy another time. He had more important things to attend to right now.
“I really don’t. I thought it was because you were too bright and cheery for me but to be honest, it was because I was scared that I might start liking you. You're really cute and pretty and hot,” he stuttered. Shit he wasn’t supposed to say that. “Anyway, you were really nice and this is a stupid thing. I'm just an asshole and i'm sorry for hurting your feelings”
Yoongi stopped, taking a deep breath and realising what a shitty excuse he had just given, if it could even be called that. He waited for the other to say anything, realising the other had gone uncharacteristically quiet.
“Tae?” Yoongi whispered.
Suddenly hands grabbed his arms and he was pulled forward, their knees touching each other and their foreheads together. Just another inch and Yoongi would be able to taste the other.
“Hyung,” Taehyung whispered, as if not wanting to ruin the lull which had somehow surrounded them when they started talking.”Then did you?”
‘“What are you saying,” Yoongi questioned, tilting his head to the side, thoroughly confused with what the other was asking.
“Did you start liking me then?” he asked, his eyes lighting up with hope and something a bit more.
Yoongi gasped, wondering what the hell was going on. He thought for a moment that he had heard him wrong, but knew in this small space that something like that wouldn’t happen. What was Yoongi supposed to say, he wondered. Should he move backwards and create some distance between them in order to make his heart stop beating like crazy? Somehow that thought pained him and that was when he knew. For fucks sake.
“Yes.”
“Thank fuck,” Taehyung breathed. He moved his arms to cup his cheeks as he leaned down to kiss Yoongi.
The kiss started hesitant yet firm, Yoongi was confused for a few seconds wondering if he was dreaming before he realised what was happening and kissed the other back. The kiss turned from hesitant to hungry within seconds as they both grasped at each other. Taehyung’s hands were now around his waist and he pulled the other impossible close towards him until no space was left between them. Yoongi's hand wound him behind the others neck, his hands tangling in his hair as he pulled his head into a better angle
Taehyung moaned as Yoongi pulled at his hair, the moan getting swallowed up by Yoongi's mouth. Yoongi pushed the other behind slowly until his back met the wall. He pushed the other to sit down on the floor, breaking off the kiss in order for him to settle down on Taehyung’s lap, breathing in before grabbing the others face to kiss him senseless.
The kiss turned slow but their hands became more frenzied, Yoongi’s hands was moving from his shoulders to his chest to his hair to his neck and tracing the route again and again while Taehyung’s hands wandered on Yoongi's back to his waist and going lower to his thighs which were straddling him. He squeezed the others and Yoongi was sure that the next day they would show light bruises.
Yoongi leaned forward to urge the other to continue moving his hands, tugging at the other's hair. Taehyung leaned back, his head thumping on the wall as he gasped for air while Yoongi continued kissing the other down his neck. He paid attention to the sensitive spot below his jaw as he heard him groan whenever his mouth brushed against it. Yoongi marvelled at the gasp Taehyung let out and kept sucking hickies into his neck. Taehyung’s hands grabbed his hips tightly and Yoongi moaned. He grabbed Yoongi by the cheek before twisting his face up and kissing him on the mouth hungrily, not wanting to miss out on even one second of the others' purrs and moans.
“They’re making out, aren't they?” Jimin said, moving away from the door.
“They definitely are,” Jin grinned, turning towards the other with his fist up.
They both laughed as they fist bumped.