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The sky is bruised purple. Yoongi doesn't think he has seen a colour prettier than that. He turns the door knob, makes sure their studio door is properly locked before making his way out of the company building.
He looks down at the road he stands on, the black of his shadow not quite the same as the asphalt. He turns when he hears the door of the convenience store click shut, hand coming up to push his beanie down a little further, his fringe into his eyes a little further. Seokjin shuffles up to him, glances left and right as he passes Yoongi's crappy coffee to him, and Yoongi brings the drawstring that has migrated to the back of Seokjin's hoodie to the front.
"I'm going to get hit by a car if we stand here in the middle of the road any longer," Seokjin says, voice soft and Yoongi snorts, a lazy smile traveling along the seam of his lips.
"And I won't?"
"I'll push you out of the way first."
Yoongi doesn't say anything, starts walking. He catches the hand that is falling after Seokjin had raised it to readjust his cap. Yoongi has never quite liked to hold hands, but Seokjin does, albeit oddly, and he wraps the rest of his hand around the fingers that cling to his thumb and forefinger.
"The sky is pretty tonight," Seokjin murmurs, as they follow the pavement.
"It's a pretty colour," Yoongi agrees.
When they pass the turn that would lead back to the dorm and reach the T-section crossing, Yoongi raises his still warm coffee to Seokjin, pulling them to a stop in front of the blinking green pedestrian light.
"I can have some?"
"You say that as if we haven't done this a million times before," Yoongi doesn't smile. His smile from before still lingers, so it's Seokjin that is smiling as Yoongi carefully presses the edge of the Styrofoam to Seokjin's lips, tips the cup up carefully. Seokjin's other hand comes to cover his to be careful anyway.
As he sips carefully, the pedestrian light turns red, and even in the glaring red light, the same bruised purple under Seokjin's eyes show against the pale of his skin.
Namjoon says that if any two of the members ever matched, it would be Yoongi and Seokjin, white on white, but Yoongi thinks not.
Seokjin is a little warmer, compared to Yoongi. Seokjin melts the too frigid air that surrounds Yoongi and Yoongi freezes the too soft surface of Seokjin.
Seokjin finishes, his hum alerting Yoongi and Yoongi pulls away, dumps the cup in one of the trashbins by the streetlight.
"Remember our first walk?" Yoongi says.
"Yeah."
They cross, the red light warning them but at four a.m. there is no one but them under the autumn moon's gaze.
"You were such an asshole," Seokjin laughs, Yoongi's favourite sound because he makes his boyfriend worry too much about him, and one day he will put it in one of their songs.
"You were the one that was being annoying," Yoongi shoots back, smirking. "You aren't some sixty year old lady, but you kept nagging."
"Is that why you insulted my cooking?"
"All I said was that it tasted weird, just once."
Seokjin huffs as they walk into the small park, sitting on one of the benches. "You always sounded gruff, and when I first came in to the company, 'Who are you?', you scared me, you know? This tiny short person."
"Oi," Yoongi scowls, crossing his legs on the bench. "It wasn't as if you never snapped back."
"I always did, that's why Bang Sihyuk sent us on a 'reconciliation walk'," Seokjin says, getting up and standing on the edge of the pavement. "I was like- here, and said something like-"
"'Look, I know you hate me or something because I know shit about your beloved music, and boss is being stupid because we've been on this cold war for at least a month now.'" Yoongi fills in, shuffling over right in front of Seokjin. "I was standing right here, glaring at you because you were being stupid, because you started the cold war first."
"I thought you hated me or something, and I was just trying to get close to you but I got fed up," Seokjin murmurs.
"And you continued on saying something like 'let's pretend to have made up and we can just stay a mile away from each other if that's what you want'"
"I was going to say something else but you didn't get to know," Seokjin shoves his hands into his jean's pockets, mocking sighing and looking away.
"Yeah, because I did this instead," Yoongi grins, and he drags Seokjin in by the collar and kisses him again.
Kisses him again exactly the way he did last year, nineteen months and three days ago, left hand twisted in the material of Seokjin's hoodie, right arm hooked around Seokjin's neck as he leans up to meld his lips into Seokjin's.
Except this time they fit better, fit instantly because this is this year, nineteen months and three days after. They've had more practice in changing rooms, in the front seat of Seokjin's brother's car, on Seokjin's bunk because his bed in on top and no one wants to see them doing 'things', as Jimin had embarrassedly shouted at them before he escaped their shared bedroom.
Yoongi breaks the kiss laughing, and Seokjin looks at him, confused.
"I thought of Jimin panicking when he saw us on my bed," Yoongi breathes out, and Seokjin chuckles as well, locking his arm onto Yoongi's and pulling him back in the direction they came from.
"The boy who acts crude is too innocent," Seokjin says fondly.
Yoongi just rolls his eyes and Seokjin pokes his forehead.
"Do you think Namjoon went to find us at the studio?" Seokjin asks as they finally make the turn to the dorm. "We're a bit later than usual."
"Only if he forgets it's Sunday."
"Hm?"
"I told him Sunday's my time with you, so he better not fuck it up."
Seokjin smiles, obviously happy with Yoongi's words. "I normally stay with you when you stay up in the studio though."
"Yes, but he's free to interrupt then, not now," Yoongi says as they finally reach the dorm building.
"Maybe we should stay out longer," Seokjin says, looking behind. "Look."
"Blue hour," Yoongi says, fascinated. "I've always read about it but never seen it."
"You needed me to tell you to look behind," Seokjin says lamely, and Yoongi elbows Seokjin in the stomach as he takes in the sight of the risen Sun that is withholding its light.
"It's pretty," Seokjin says, resting his chin on Yoongi's head as he wraps arms around him. They take in the sight for a while, until Yoongi feels the pull of sleep, and wriggles out of Seokjin's hold, pulls him into the building and into the lift. Seokjin hums as the lift goes up, and Yoongi watches him, head tilted to the side.
"Yes, puppy?" Seokjin catches him, eyes widening a little in question.
"You're prettier, hyung."