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"taehyung always looks so gorgeous..."
jimin snorts. "hyung, you say that every damn day." he twirls around in his chair, having pushed his glasses up farther on his nose while he goes back to typing. "and you never do a fucking thing about it."
yoongi pinkens, dropping his gaze from his beautiful colleague down to the notes beside him that lie on his desk. "i do not," he grumbles. but he remembers saying something along the same lines yesterday during lunch. and around the same time the day before, and the day before that.
"okay, maybe i do," yoongi shyly admits, after a moment, "but--"
"but what? you've got literally nothing to lose," starts jimin. he looks over his shoulder at yoongi, who looks ready to protest. "and before you start arguing with me, think about the possible outcomes," he says, flicking out his last three fingers.
"one," says jimin, steadily putting down his middle finger so there's only two left, "he likes you back and agrees to go out with you. two--" he puts down his fourth finger, so only his pinky remains. "--he doesn't and says no. or three..." after his pinky joins the rest of his fingers, jimin brings his fist down into his lap. "he asks you out before you ask him. you have a pretty fucking great chance, hyung. i definitely think you should go for it!"
yoongi quietly soaks in jimin's advice. "...you really think he might ask me out? what the fuck would he do that for? to win a bet?"
jimin frowns. "hyung." he stands suddenly and slowly makes his way towards yoongi. "hyung, you've got to quit doing that to yourself," he whispers.
yoongi scoffs up at jimin. "quit doing what? i'm a realist, jimin. no one in their right mind would want to date someone like--"
"someone like you, hyung? who's witty, pretty, and sarcastic? if i wasn't already exclusive with namjoon--"
"oh, god," pleads yoongi, hands covering his ears, "please don't finish that sentence."
jimin smirks. "fine. but i was just saying you've got some amazing qualities, and taehyung would be an idiot to not--"
"why am i an idiot?"
yoongi startles at taehyung's deep voice.
meanwhile, jimin's smirk deepens. "why don't you tell me," he says slyly. "why haven't you asked yoongi-hyung out yet?"
squawking, yoongi reaches back to slap jimin on the shoulder but only manages to accidentally whack taehyung in the balls.
"o-oh my fucking god, i-i'm so sorry!" yoongi stutters out, shooting up from his chair. "i-i didn't mean--"
taehyung wheezes, curling up on himself, while jimin leans onto yoongi’s chair and wipes tears from his eyes.
"that's the fucking funniest thing i've ever seen," jimin breathes out between cackles. "you're both idiots," he says as he returns to his cubicle opposite yoongi’s, giggling the whole way.
yoongi bites his lip. "should i--"
taehyung waves his hand around in front of him. "just... give me a minute..." he takes in some deep breaths, and yoongi winces.
"s-sure," says yoongi, looking down at their shoes. taehyung's gucci slippers shine in the harsh artificial light, though yoongi's loafers look dull, scuffed. "i'm awful fucking sorry about that, taehyung-ssi. didn't mean to...sock you at all."
taehyung clears his throat, so yoongi looks up. "'s not a problem, yoongi-ssi. you and jimin-ssi just...caught me off guard."
yoongi blushes, wishing taehyung hadn't heard jimin. "sorry about him, too. uh, just ignore what he said. please. he was...joking."
taehyung nods, sniffs. "alright. if you wish."
yoongi nods but then stops midway. "what were you doing over here in the first place?"
"ah," says taehyung, and his following smile makes yoongi's heart palpitate. "jung-sajang wants copies of that proposal by tonight, not tomorrow by noon."
rolling his eyes and plopping down angrily, yoongi grouses, "fuck me," and starts slamming the keys on his keyboard after pulling up said proposal.
"no can do," says taehyung. "that's against work policy. and my policy, for that matter. gotta have at least a first date."
yoongi stops typing and thinks a moment. he's free tomorrow after work and wonders if taehyung is, too. "...what about tomorrow evening?"
taehyung blinks. "that's not gonna work. jung-sajang wants the pharmaceutical--"
"no, no," yoongi interrupts. he gulps, gathering strength. "f-for... for that first date."
taehyung just blinks again, and yoongi questions if he's read it wrong this whole time-- the tension between them. maybe mistaken it for what he'd only wanted it to be.
but then taehyung smiles at him-- the dazzlingly breathtaking one that practically blinds yoongi-- and says, "it'd be an honor to go out with you, yoongi...hyung. what time should i be around to pick you up? unless you're more comfortable with meeting somewhere?"
yoongi is sure to return his smile, feeling his heart flutter as it grows wings. he fondly responds, "i'd be comfortable going anywhere with you, taehyung-ah. anywhere in the world."
jimin suddenly pipes up, "jung-sajang at your six, hyung. and he doesn't look...happy about you two chatting."
"anywhere, hyung?" taehyung whispers in yoongi's ear, ignoring jimin. he sounds just as fond as yoongi did earlier.
yoongi nods, his breath hitching when taehyung whispers again in his ear.
"alright, i'll text you my best...laid...plans," taehyung finishes slowly, lowering his voice so only yoongi can hear him. "look forward to tomorrow evening, hyung. i know i will."
then, he's skipping off to his cubicle, and yoongi's left to face his grumpy boss on his own.