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It’s not that Yoongi hates parties. Really. He just hates socializing. Well, no, he doesn’t necessarily hate socializing. He enjoys socializing with his friends. Hell, he even enjoys socializing with his friends at parties. He just doesn’t like socializing with complete strangers who like to act like they are even remotely interested in him. As they grip his arm in a light touch while leaning forward, letting out a laugh that’s way too fake. Which is an unfortunate thing because that’s all these parties consist of. People pretending to be interested in something other than themselves, when all they really showed up for was to benefit their own agenda.
Namjoon likes to call it networking.
Yoongi likes to call it a waste of time.
Unfortunately, he does understand the need to “network”, a fancy way of saying that one must show up and present fake niceties in order to keep ground and retain relevance in this town.
Yoongi complains that his work should really be the only thing to keep him relevant.
Namjoon doesn’t disagree yet still drags Yoongi to these parties.
Yoongi hates that he knows that this is all part of the game. He learned that as soon as he landed at LAX for the first time.
It takes everything in him not to roll his eyes as he absentmindedly nods at the person in front of him as they talk about their trip to Monte Carlo last month. Yoongi thinks that they might have introduced themselves as a sound engineer at RCA. Or maybe they work security there. He’s not really sure.
He’s just about to open his mouth to comment on the person’s story as they now have moved on to talking about their last skiing trip in Aspen, when they notice someone behind him and quickly excuse themselves to probably go and talk off the ear of another acquaintance of theirs, with useless stories.
Yoongi has heard a lot of useless stories from a lot of people at parties like these over the years. He doesn’t care. He just nods and laughs at the appropriate times to act like he’s interested. He’s been acting for so long, Yoongi thinks he could go audition for a role in General Hospital or some other soap opera that his halmeoni likes to watch before going to eat lunch at the church community center with her friends.
He didn't always act. There was a time when he was actually interested in what the people he met at these industry parties would tell him. That was before he realized how fake the people were, only talking to each other for their own gain. Assessing in the first few seconds if the person they were talking to was relevant enough to help them in their climb to the top.
Yoongi is the same now too. He doesn’t come to these things to make friends or even enjoy himself. He'll have a couple of drinks, enough to relax but not enough to get drunk, sometimes take a couple of hits from a joint being passed around, talk to a few people, exchange numbers if they seem like they want to work together, then will excuse himself for a cigarette and promptly leave.
Which is what he is planning on doing today as well.
Unfortunately, he came with Namjoon this time.
The majority of the time, they would arrive separately because most parties that Namjoon dragged Yoongi to arein LA, close to where they both live. Close enough that Yoongi can normally shoot Joon a text that he's leaving and then call an Uber. Today though, they are in the Valley, so Yoongi offered to drive them there since any form of rideshare would be too expensive. Especially on a Saturday night.
Who the hell has a party in the Valley?
House parties past the age of 25 were reaching towards desperation, Yoongi had told Namjoon after he told him about the party last week. Namjoon didn’t disagree, in fact, he agreed quite heartily, but quickly reminded Yoongi that a house party in Sherman Oaks wasn’t exactly like a house party that they would go to back in college in the Boston suburbs. Plus, a recording executive at Sony was hosting the party. It was fancy, there would be crudité.
Namjoon was right. There is crudité.
There’s also a copious amount of cocaine, not unusual for these parties, but it made the party less fancy in Yoongi’s opinion.
Feeling around for the pack of cigarettes in his back pocket, Yoongi quickly starts heading towards the front door of the house. Or at least what he thinks is the front. The house is too damn big, and he’s already found himself heading towards the pool and then after that, the garden, before he sees the wide double French doors leading to the front yard.
“Hyung!”
Turning his head to the voice that he hears calling him from the right, Yoongi spots Namjoon with a wide smile on his face and a drink in his hand, full by the looks of it. Namjoon doesn’t like to drink at these parties, never wanting to waste an opportunity of connecting with someone important. He’s never given into the vices of the party, unlike how Yoongi used to be, especially in the first few years of being out here. Namjoon’s always clear mind was actually how the two of them had gotten their first few jobs at Geffen all those years ago.
As he heads toward Namjoon, Yoongi notices that he’s talking to a couple of men that he doesn’t recognize. One with blond hair that is bleached, who looks to be around Yoongi’s height. The other man standing beside Bleached Hair seems to be at least a couple of inches taller than Yoongi with light brown hair and a soft smile on his heart-shaped mouth.
“Ah, hyung, are you heading out for a smoke?”
Yoongi rolls his eyes internally as he hears Namjoon call him hyung. No matter how many times throughout the years he has told his best friend that he doesn’t have to call him that, Namjoon never listens. It’s his traditional parents who have drilled into Namjoon the age hierarchy rules that Yoongi’s never been quite comfortable with and thus, preferred that Namjoon doesn’t address him as such. Despite this, his friend has never quit. Yoongi thinks that Namjoon gets a kick out of it.
Looking down at the wrinkled box of cigarettes in his hand, Yoongi nods.
Namjoon nods back in understanding and turns to set down his drink at the small table behind him. He knows that this means that Yoongi is ready to go without Yoongi having to voice it himself.
Turning to the two beside him, Namjoon lets out an easy and somewhat apologetic smile as he reaches to rub the back of his neck. “Gentlemen, I apologize, but I’m afraid I’ll have to cut our conversation short for the night. It looks like my best friend here is ready to head out, and he’s kind of my ride home.” He stops for a second and motions to Yoongi, then waves toward the two other men. “This is my friend, Dav- Yoongi.”
Yoongi glances quickly at Namjoon with a bit of confusion because he just introduced him with his Korean name. Not his first name, not his stage name, but his Korean name. The two men must be, as he suspected upon first looking at them, Asian.
“Hyung, this is Jimin,” Bleached Hair waves at Yoongi. “And this is Hoseok.” finishes Namjoon as he directs his hand towards the other man.
Ah, not just Asian, then.
Korean.
They don’t exactly come across a lot of Koreans in their little bubble of work.
Yoongi’s grip on the pack of cigarettes falters slightly as Heart Shaped Mouth lets out a wide smile at him.
“Nice to meet you, Yoongi.”
~
Sometimes, Yoongi thinks, as he holds the packaged frozen food in his hand, his halemoni would probably beat him black and blue if she knew that he buys and actually consumes the kimbap from Trader Joe’s.
He’s willing to admit that it’s not the best kimbap he’s ever had, easily nowhere near the top 10 but at least not falling into the worst 5 category. It’s been a busy couple of weeks, and he’s not had the time to make it down to Hmart to stock up on his groceries for Korean ingredients or even buy the better-tasting frozen kimbap from there. So instead, he’s here, at Trader Joe’s buying the other groceries he can get because the store is only down the street from his place as opposed to the Hmart that’s closest to him that’s 20 minutes away with no traffic. The problem is, there’s always traffic. It’s LA, after all.
Sighing, Yoongi puts the kimbap into his cart before reaching back to the open-air freezer and grabbing another package of kimbap. He’s not entirely sure when he’ll be able to make it to Hmart, so it’s smart to stock up just in case. The kimbap is pretty okay after all, as long as he doesn’t eat it warm right out of the microwave as the directions say.
He’s just about to push his shopping cart forward to head to the next aisle when he spots the frozen dumplings next to the kimbap. Biting down on his lower lip, Yoongi stares down at the clear bag with the blue box on it, white font staring back at him. He hums. He is running out of Jin’s homemade mandu, and he probably won’t be able to get any more for a few weeks as Jin seems to be super busy at the hospital lately.
Grabbing the frozen bag of dumplings and throwing it in his cart, Yoongi braces his hands on the shopping cart handle getting ready to push forward to the next aisle. He stops the second he looks up because there is something in his way.
A person shaped something.
The person-shaped something has an amused look on their face as they look at the food in Yoongi’s basket and then up at his face, raising an eyebrow at him.
“You know, I think buying kimbap from here might cause your Korean license to be revoked. Maybe even your Asian license.”
Yoongi’s eyebrows shoot up as he takes in the person in front of him. A man. With brown, almost burgundy-colored hair sticking out from underneath a black bucket hat atop his head. He’s also wearing an oversized tie-dyed green and white sweater that’s falling off his shoulder revealing a white wife beater underneath and beyond that, honey-colored skin peeking out.
Yoongi's eyes trail down the man's slim body, noticing slender and long fingers gripping a plastic shopping basket, long legs that are covered by baggy jeans, and what looks to be some form of chunky sneakers on his feet.
So maybe he’s checking out this random stranger at a Trader Joe’s but so what, Yoongi’s only human.
His eyes flit back up to the man’s face, noticing bright, clear, and nearly immaculate skin, kind brown eyes, and a heart-shaped mo-
“Wait, do I know you?” Yoongi blurts out.
The man smiles at him, and Yoongi feels a bit like the ground is falling out below him. He throws a glance toward the shelves above the open-air freezer beside him, just to make sure that there isn’t actually an earthquake happening at that moment. One never knows when living in Southern California.
“Good to know that I made such an impression the other week.” The man lets out a laugh, and Yoongi feels a fluttering feeling in his stomach as he hears the sound.
Well, to be fair, he hasn’t had anything to eat today besides half a croissant that Joon brought to his studio and about 5 cups of coffee, so that’s probably what is going on with this odd feeling.
Wait.
A heart-shaped mouth-
“Oh, from the party in the Valley, right?” Yoongi vaguely remembers the end of the party, Bleached Hair and Heart Shaped Mouth being introduced to him before he gave them both a small smile and wave, shaking both of their hands before excusing himself to smoke a cigarette and telling Namjoon that he was going to be waiting for him outside.
Feeling his cheeks flush slightly, Yoongi realizes that he doesn’t remember this man’s name, even though he knows Namjoon definitely told him. “Er-sorry, I don’t quite remember your name.”
Heart Shaped Mouth lets out another laugh again, this time a little embarrassed sounding. “Ah, definitely didn’t make an impression then.”
Taking his right hand off the basket he’s holding, Heart Shaped Mouth holds it out towards Yoongi’s direction. “Jun-“ Shaking his head, Heart Shaped Mouth cuts himself as though he said the wrong thing. “Hoseok Jung.”
Yoongi takes Heart-shaped Mouth’s hand and grips it, noting that the man has very delicate-looking wrists, so delicate he wonders how the gold bracelet on it isn’t weighing his arm down. He quickly shakes the hand before letting it go, his hand feeling it’s burning from the short contact.
There must be something on Heart Shaped Mouth’s hand that Yoongi’s hand doesn’t like. Probably some kind of lotion.
“And you’re Yoongi, yes?”
Yoongi can feel his face flush even more as he realizes that the man clearly remembers his name, while Yoongi has no idea what his name is. He lets out a short chuckle, more from embarrassment than actually finding anything funny, as he looks down at his shopping cart in order to hide from Heart Shaped Mouth’s eyes that are now crinkling in amusement at the corners as he looks at Yoongi.
“Yeah,” nods Yoongi. “Sorry about the oth-“
“Um, excuse me, I’m so sorry but Hobi, right?”
A voice comes from Yoongi’s left. He looks and notices a girl, maybe in her mid-twenties, standing beside his cart wringing her hands nervously, an apologetic smile on her face as she looks at Heart Shaped Mouth.
Hobi? Curiosity swirls in Yoongi’s chest. Does this girl know Heart Shaped Mouth? And who is Hobi?
Looking back at Heart Shaped Mouth, Yoongi watches as a quick succession of different emotions ranging from confusion, and surprise, to finally, excitement settles on his face.
Heart Shaped Mouth turns his attention to the person who just spoke to him, with a bright, wide, and somewhat shy smile. It leaves Yoongi feeling a little dazed.
He really must eat something as soon as he gets out of here. His blood sugar must be getting low. Maybe he’ll get some carne asada fries from that taco truck in the parking lot. He has been craving the food for a few days.
“Yes, hi!”
The girl looks at Heart Shaped Mouth with wide shining eyes. She looks like she’s just seen the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. “I’m so sorry, I know this is incredibly rude, and I wouldn’t be doing this if my girlfriend didn’t just threaten my life if I didn’t come up to you, so I just wanted to say really quickly I think you’re amazing and super talented, and I am loving all the new content you’re putting out and the vlogs, and it’s all amazing and-” She suddenly stops talking and her mouth clamps shut.
Wow. Yoongi’s eyebrows reach up towards his hairline because the girl just said that all in one breath.
Wait, is Heart Shaped Mouth famous? Is this a fan?
A split second passes before the girl opens her mouth again and her eyes land on Yoongi. She lets out a small squeak before her face flushes even redder than it already is. “Oh my god and I just 100% interrupted your conversation. Wow, I’m a total asshole.”
The girl begins backing up slowly, her eyes wide as saucers. Heart Shaped Mouth reaches out a hand towards her retreating form.
“Just totally forget this ever happened, and please don’t think I’m a crazed fan, although I mean I guess I kind of am because holy fuck I don’t even remember coming up here, and I didn’t see your friend here, and I possibly may have blacked out and anyway okay, I’m just gonna go and die now.”
It’s really amazing, Yoongi muses, that the girl can even breathe with how fast she’s rambling. She also looks a bit pale now. This can’t be good.
Both palms up, as though he’s approaching a scared animal, Heart Shaped Mouth takes a few slow steps towards the girl whose face is now the color of a tomato. She just keeps inching backward. “Hey, no, it’s totally okay! Take a few deep breaths, it happens.” Heart Shaped Mouth tells her in a soothing tone.
There is another girl that’s a few feet back away near the end of the aisle, looking on at the sight of the open-air freezer, confusion on her face. That must be the girlfriend then, Yoongi thinks.
Heart Shaped Mouth places a hand on the girl’s shoulder, to which she visibly goes stiff at. She also looks like she may have stopped breathing. Yoongi can’t help but laugh a little at that.
“Okay, I’ll admit,” says Heart Shaped Mouth with a bit of an amused smile on his face, “this might not have been the best approach but don’t worry about it, I’ve done the same thing before with someone I really admire. It was an embarrassing situation for all.”
The horror from the girl’s face falters a little bit as she continues to look at Heart Shaped Mouth, as though she’s searching for a sign that this is actually okay, and he’s not about to yell at her in disgust.
Just who is this man?
Yoongi tries to go through the Rolodex of well-recognized (i.e. famous) people that he knows. An up-and-coming actor, maybe? After checking him out earlier, Yoongi can attest that the man definitely has the looks to be an actor. This is LA after all and a person can’t go two feet without running into an actor of some kind.
Throwing a look at the situation in front of him, where Heart Shaped Mouth is still talking to the girl like she’s a scared animal about to run off at the next loud sound, Yoongi lets himself scan the man’s face again for any sign of familiarity.
He sees absolutely nothing that spars recognition. Although, the man does have nice skin. Like almost immaculate.
Wait, Yoongi goes back to the words that the girl had said earlier. She likes the new content and vlogs?
Is Heart Shaped Mouth a content creator? A YouTuber maybe? That would account for Yoongi not knowing him. After all, the majority of YouTube that he consumes are cat videos when he’s feeling stressed or those ASMR cooking videos before he goes to sleep. If he’s feeling adventurous then he’ll watch mukbang videos, but that just makes him hungry, and he never feels like getting up to cook something to satisfy his craving at 3 in the morning.
Speaking of…
Yoongi looks down at the kimbap and the dumplings in his basket. Crap, they’ll melt soon if he doesn’t get out of here. He needs to get them into the insulated bag in the back of his car soon.
He starts moving his cart backward to leave the two to continue their conversation before he stops and throws a small wave to Heart Shaped Mouth. He can’t just leave without saying anything after all. He was already rude to this man once before at the party, Yoongi needs to seem like he has some sense of decorum. Especially since this man is a YouTuber and might tell his subscribers about the time he ran into a guy twice only to be snubbed by him on both occasions.
Heart Shaped Mouth looks at Yoongi, whatever he was saying to the girl dying on his lips as his eyes widen in confusion.
“Sorry, I’m just gonna go and head out,” Yoongi gestures at the food in his cart. “Frozen foods and all.”
Taking a step towards him, Heart Shaped Mouth raises his hand as though to stop Yoongi from leaving. “Wait, I- “
“Really, don’t let me interrupt you two!” Yoongi starts backing his shopping cart up again. “I’ll just get out of here. It was good to see you again though.” He tells Heart Shaped Mouth who is now looking conflicted as though he wants to stop Yoongi from leaving but at the same time doesn’t want to brush off the girl who still looks like she’s about to pass out.
Yoongi just offers him a small smile, the corners of his mouth raising slightly, before he turns his cart around and heads to the nearest checkout lane.
On his way back to his car a few moments later, Yoongi decides that after he’s done cooking dinner tonight, he’s going to see if he can find Heart Shaped Mouth on YouTube to see what kind of content he does.
~
“How’s your Korean lately? Been using it?”
Yoongi cradles his phone in between his shoulder and his ear, listening to Namjoon’s tinny voice through the line as he grabs the two cups of coffee, one iced and the other steaming hot, from the pickup counter. Nodding in thanks to the harried looking barista before he turns around to head back to his table located near the back of the coffee shop.
“You mean besides when I talk to my halmeoni and the ahjummas and ahjusshis when I go down to K-town? Why do y-“ Yoongi pauses, steps faltering for a second as he keeps his groan in check as he begins to connect the dots of what Namjoon is telling him. “Wait, did we book a gig in Seoul again?”
Namjoon lets out a laugh on the other side of the phone. “Jeez Yoon, no need to sound so disgruntled at the prospect of going back to the mother country.”
“My parents were both born in Boyle Heights. This is the mother country.” Yoongi deadpans.
“You know what I mean.”
Yoongi sets down both coffees on the table before sitting down in the empty chair reserved for him. “Just tell me if I have to pull out my passport again.”
Letting out another laugh, Namjoon answers him. “No, you do not need to pull out your passport, although you are making me wonder if I should contact Jin hyung and propose a vacation to Korea for all of us. I’m sure he would be on board.”
As though he can sense that he’s being talked about, Jin, who is seated across the table from Yoongi and is currently trying to open a straw packet to place into his glass, lets out a small noise and looks at Yoongi with a curious look. “What did Joon say about me?”
Honestly, those two have such a weird psychic connection, sometimes it’s disturbing. Yoongi hadn’t even told him who he was talking to.
Jin is currently on lunch break and Yoongi, who’s emerging from working two straight days in his home studio, are meeting at a coffee shop close to both the hospital where Jin works and Yoongi’s apartment. Jin had called Yoongi at 11 o’clock this morning complaining that he forgot his lunch at his place and he didn’t want to call delivery or eat the cafeteria food and jokingly told Yoongi to bring him something to eat.
Honestly, at this point in their friendship, Jin should know that Yoongi is never going to let him starve, so he packed some leftover food that he had made the night before and showed up at the hospital. After Jin gobbled down his lunch, he stated that he wanted a coffee that wasn’t from the hospital and promptly marched them both down to the coffee shop that was closest to his place of work. Yoongi had grumbled at the idea of having to go get coffee when all he wanted to do was take the empty food containers, go back home, and go to sleep since he’d been up so late just the night before, but Jin, as always, coerced him into going to get coffee.
Jin can make Yoongi do anything he wants. It’s common knowledge that Yoongi can never deny anything that his friend wants to do. He’s like that with Namjoon too. So, if Namjoon wants to go to Korea for a vacation, then Yoongi will start packing his bags. Albeit with a little bit of complaining.
“Wait, was that Jin hyung? Shouldn’t he be at work? Are you guys hanging out without me?” cuts in Namjoon on the other side of the phone. “Tell him I ran out of kimchi and I need more. I ate it all up when I was eating ramen last night.”
“Tell him yourself. I’m going to hang up if all you want to know is if I keep up my Korean speaking skills.” Yoongi starts pulling the phone away from his ear and can immediately hear Namjoon calling to him in protest.
“Yoon, no-wait! I was calling to see if you could make it to a meeting I've set up with someone who wants to work with us.”
Huh, that’s odd. They never really have meetings with people who want to work with them. Most of the time, the time-honored tradition of meeting over a Zoom call happens, if that. However, usually, it’s normally just a transaction of the label telling them that so-and-so artist wants to work together and then they’ll churn out a song for them. Meetings like this haven’t happened since they had to claw their way to even be considered for a spot at the table in the beginning.
“A meeting?” asks Yoongi.
“Yeah,” Namjoon answers. “Tomorrow evening. You’re not busy, right?”
Yoongi stops for a second. Tomorrow was kind of short notice. He likes a week in advance usually to plan these things. Of course, he always has a backlog of songs that he can easily present to the artist but still. “Well, no but-“
“Great! I’ll text you the address where we’re going to meet! And tell Jin hy-“
Jin lets out an ‘mmph’, waving a hand to catch Yoongi’s attention. “Let Namjoon know that I have a fresh jar of kimchi ready for him and he needs to drop by my place to pick it up,” he tells Yoongi before he takes a sip of his iced coffee, eyes smiling behind his round wire glasses.
Seriously, the connection between his two best friends is nuts.
~
As he stares up at the black eyes of the smiling pig on the sign, Yoongi really hopes that this is the right place. There is a high chance that Namjoon sent him the wrong address and he just drove all the way to Koreatown and combed over the parking lot looking for a spot to park. Only for him to find out he shouldn’t actually be here standing in front of a Korean BBQ restaurant nestled in a shopping complex between a laundromat and an advance money order place, where the logo is looking down on him with a creepy smile. This wouldn’t be the first time that one Namjoon Kim accidentally sent him the wrong address.
Surely, the meeting wasn’t here. Joon didn’t say anything about dinner after all.
In hindsight, Yoongi should have definitely double-checked with his friend beforehand to make sure the address was correct.
Reaching into his back pocket, Yoongi pulls out his phone, quickly unlocks it, and pulls up his conversation with Namjoon, fingers typing out ‘are we meeting at a kbbq place??’. Just as he’s about to send off the message, he hears a voice call out to him.
“Oh hey, Yoongi hyung! You made it!”
Yoongi whips around at the sound of Namjoon’s voice as the man walks up behind him. So, not the wrong place then. That’s a relief.
“This is where we’re meeting?” asks Yoongi as he points up to the sign above him, while Namjoon comes to a stop beside him.
Dimples on full view as he smiles, Namjoon nods. “I’ve never been here before, have you? Hopefully, it’s good. Hoseok said he’s been here before and the samgyeopsal was really good so that’s why he suggested the place.”
Yoongi, Jin, and Namjoon all tend to frequent the same list of Korean barbeque places around the LA area that they’ve come to know and love. If Namjoon has never been to a Korean barbeque place around here, then Yoongi has definitely never been to it either. He usually likes to tackle any new KBBQ place with at least one of his friends. Usually though, it’s always the three of-
Wait.
Yoongi raises an eyebrow at his friend. “Hoseok?”
Hoseok…
That name rings a bell somewhere in the back of Yoongi’s mind.
“Yeah, remember I introduced him and his friend Jimin at the party at that Sony executive’s place a few weeks back?”
Scenes from the past three weeks of his life pass through Yoongi’s mind like he’s scrolling through his phone’s photo album, he’s worked on a song for a newer artist at the label, he almost got into a fender bender with an obnoxious looking F-150 (seriously, they lived in LA what exactly did they need an oversized truck for?) in the parking lot of the Italian place he picked up food from the other day, he made mandu with Jin at his place (which he inhaled more than half of as soon as they were done). There was also a lot of coffee consumed and oh, he remembers a heart sha-
“Hi! Sorry, I’m a few minutes late. I couldn’t find parking. I always forget how bad the parking is out here.”
Yoongi looks up towards the man who is now walking up to him and Namjoon, breath coming out in slight puffs as though he had just hurried from where he parked. Yoongi recognizes that honey-colored skin and brown hair, although without the bucket hat that he had been wearing the other day at Trader Joe’s, and this time he’s wearing a more muted outfit. A mixture of brown and cream colors. Still though, he has that same smile on his immaculate face as his eyes flit from Namjoon down to Yoongi, smile growing wider revealing white teeth, almost blinding Yoongi as he looks on.
Yoongi’s body feels a bit like it’s buzzing.
Ah. He hadn’t realized it before but he guesses he’s really hungry. It’s a good thing they were meeting at this KBBQ place then.
Namjoon’s hand flies out towards the man that had just arrived and was now standing in front of the two friends. “No, you’re right on time!”
Yoongi watches as his friend and the other man shake hands, Namjoon then takes a step back, looking at Yoongi. “Hyung, you remember H-”
“Heart Shaped Mouth.”
All three men stop what they are doing and silence fills the air. Namjoon’s eyes widen a little as he looks at Yoongi. Heart Shaped Mouth’s hand hangs in the air, stopping from where it was heading towards Yoongi to shake his own, eyebrows shooting up in confusion.
Yoongi on the other hand, feels his face immediately flush red because had he really just said that out loud? Casting his eyes down, he bites his lip and reaches a hand behind his neck, and nervously rubs. “Um…”
Okay, cool, so Yoongi kind of wants the ground to swallow him up whole right now. Or he’ll even take one of those random earthquakes that always wakes him up at 3 in the morning after he’s finally getting to bed, or anything really to distract from this very moment that is happen-
Laughter breaks through Yoongi’s spiraling, embarrassed thoughts.
Loud laughter.
Loud laughter coming from Heart Shaped Mouth specifically.
He looks and sees that Heart Shaped Mouth is now laughing like he just heard the funniest thing ever in his life, hand resting on his stomach as he directs a smile at Yoongi that makes his face heat up even more, if possible.
“It’s nice to see you again, Yoongi.”