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“Hyung, where is Yijeong going?” Namjoon asks as he slips through the Genius Lab door.
“Oh, uh, I dunno. He- uh.” Yoongi answers elegantly, looking at his nail beds.
“He looked upset?” There’s concern in Namjoon’s voice. Uh oh.
“Yeah, he-” Yoongi starts, spinning in his office chair in a childish attempt to escape Namjoon’s gaze.
Namjoon’s brow furrows and he leans over, grabs the chairback, stopping Yoongi mid-rotation.
“Yoongi-yah, did you… did you turn him down?” Joon asks, jaw set.
Full eye contact.
“Yoongi-hyung,” Yoongi says petulantly. “And… what? You- How did you-?”
Namjoon grimaces.
“He asked me. If I thought he should ask you out. I told him to go for it. Yah, I feel like an asshole now,” Namjoon takes his hand off the chair to rub at his face.
Yoongi stares.
“Why would you tell him to go for it?” he asks, incredulous.
Namjoon’s hand drops.
“…Hyung, really?”
Yoongi starts spinning again.
“I haven’t dated in years Namjoon-ah, why would I- We’re idols.”
He swears with every rotation he can see Namjoon’s blood pressure rising. He wonders if he might throw something at him like when they were trainees. Maybe one of the pillows from Yoongi’s couch this time...
Instead Namjoon just starts aggressively gesturing with his hands. Disappointing.
“You like him! It’s obvious! That’s why!”
Thank god for soundproofing.
Yoongi stops spinning and slumps, face in bored disbelief.
“What… Joon-ah, no.”
But the gesturing continues.
“Hyung. How are you being so dense? Do you not see yourself?” Namjoon sighs and his arms flop down by his sides. “You like him. A lot. You smile so much when you’re with him. And when he teases you-”
Yoongi has to interrupt, grumbling.
“I tease him too. It’s a friend thing. That’s how we are as friends.”
Namjoon lifts an eyebrow.
“You giggle though. Like, a lot?”
Yoongi pouts.
“I… I don’t giggle.”
Namjoon lifts both eyebrows.
“You do giggle. I mean, normally you actually giggle pretty often, but uh,”
Silence.
Yoongi thinks. And what he thinks is that he wants to know what Namjoon was going to say.
“... do I giggle more… with him?”
Surely not.
“You do. And do you like when he teases you? And when you tease him?”
Yoongi’s brow furrows. He-
“I… do. But-”
Namjoon sits heavily on the couch.
“Why haven’t you let yourself think about this?”
Yoongi frowns, and then he thinks again. Begrudgingly. And only because they’ve known each other for 13 years.
The clock ticks.
“I’ve been… well it’s the work. We have a good relationship and it helps with the work. He-”
Namjoon interrupts. Of course. With that charismatic smart mouth of his.
“And if… What about when the album’s over?”
“Well then he’ll come on tour,” Yoongi says plainly, because it’s obvious.
“And when the tour ends?”
“I’m enlisting.” And that’s obvious too. Namjoon knows all this.
“Hyung, close your eyes.”
He rolls them instead.
“Namjoon-ah, really.”
“Close. Your. Eyes.” And it’s said with that leader-voice that even Yoongi knows he has to obey.
Yoongi does.
“Picture yourself getting out of enlistment. You look for Yijeong. He’s not there."
“Of course he’s not there. Why would he be there?”
Joon can be so dense sometimes.
“Just picture it. You’re looking around, all your friends, Jin-hyung and Hobi are there, your parents, your brother. Are you looking for Yijeong?”
Yoongi pictures it. A bright sunny spring day, fresh buds on the trees. His family and two members tucked in amongst the crowd. A sense of relief of it being over. He can get back in the studio...
But-
“My friends are there but Yijeong isn’t there.”
“Right”
“Why isn’t he there?”
“You turned him down 2 years before.”
…
“Oh.”
Suddenly it’s raining in his mental picture.
“Now picture the same situation, but he is there. And when you get out, a big smile spreads on his face when he sees you.”
A bright smile - familiar and mischievous - cuts through the gloom, flashes through the sheet of rain.
“Oh.”
“And when he pushes through the crowd and finally meets you..”
Yoongi can see it, can see Yijeong running towards him and-
“And then what?” Yoongi asks, impatient.
“I don’t know hyung, what does he do?”
Yoongi blushes.
Oh.
He kisses him. In the rain. In front of everyone.
Not that Yoongi would ever do that but.
It makes a nice picture.
He supposes.
Namjoon grins.
“Yeah. You’re crazy about him, actually.”
“Shut up.”
Yoongi stands up.
“Where are you going?”
Yoongi throws open the door, doesn't even look back.
“Where do you think?”