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Seokjin is a good boyfriend. The best boyfriend. He honestly can’t even think how he could ever improve, he’s that good. Of course when he voices this, Yoongi gives him a Look: disdain in the curl of his lips, mock gagging, judgment in the arch of his brows, but amusement lurking shyly in his eyes. Seokjin always sees it, because he’s the greatest boyfriend ever, he can read through Yoongi’s ridiculous tsundere ass.
Being the considerate boyfriend he is, Seokjin brings up his plans with Yoongi before actually booking anything.
“I was thinking of going away for the weekend,” he says over dinner, sounding out the words between large bites. “Just me. I wanted to go hiking, clear my head. Would you be okay by yourself?”
Yoongi scoffs and wipes his fingers with a napkin, one-by-one. “I’m not a child.”
Seokjin hums around his spoon and shrugs. “I figured you’ll probably be in the studio anyway. You’ll hardly miss me.”
“Hm.” Yoongi sits back and watches Seokjin devour the rest of his meal. “I won’t even notice you’re gone.”
Yoongi is a damn liar. He notices Seokjin is gone. He notices and he makes damn sure Seokjin is aware of it. The first phone call is at seven in the morning when Seokjin is driving on the nearly empty highway.
“Yoongi?” Seokjin asks as soon as he flicks on speaker phone.
“Where are my favorite socks?” comes Yoongi’s reply, his voice static and fuzzy over the speakers.
“What are you even doing up at this time?”
“I need my socks to write, they’re the source of my inspiration.”
Seokjin cannot help the laugh that bursts out of his mouth. He takes several deep breaths to ease back into a normal breathing pattern, but the grin remains on his lips. “They’re probably hanging on the rack to dry. I did laundry last night.”
“Ah, I see them. Okay, thanks hyung, have a good trip.”
Yoongi hangs up and Seokjin thinks that’s the end.
Until, the second call asking where they keep the measuring tape. Seokjin wants to ask why Yoongi needs the measuring tape, but he just pulled into the campsite and he doesn’t want to hear anything that will make him turn the car around. He decides to tell Yoongi to look through the junk drawer and pretend ignorance.
Seokjin briefly considers putting his phone on silent mode, but shakes his head and pockets the device. Yoongi must be done his record-breaking calling spree by now. Seokjin is right, in a way, because ten minutes later he receives a text, not a call.
Seokjin stares at disbelief at the picture Yoongi texted him, the entire junk drawer spread out over their kitchen floor. It’s not here Yoongi had typed after the picture.
What on earth are you doing, Yoongi? Seokjin replies with rapid taps of his fingers.
I’m looking for the measuring tape.
Seokjin makes a frustrated noise in his throat and calls Yoongi. The phone rings five times - five times - before Yoongi deigns to answer.
“What?” Yoongi asks innocently.
“What is our entire junk drawer doing on my kitchen floor?” Seokjin asks between clenched teeth.
“You said the measuring tape was in there. It’s not. You were wrong.”
Seokjin huffs and tilts his head to the heavens for patience. “When I get back home, that all better be where it’s supposed to be. In the drawer.”
“Hmm.” Seokjin can just imagine Yoongi’s uninterested shrug. “When’s that?”
“When’s what?”
“When are you coming back home?” Yoongi pauses and waits for Seokjin to answer. “Just wondering how long I have to clean up.”
“Yoongi, are you really okay with me being away this weekend?” Seokjin asks slowly.
Yoongi snorts. "Of course. What, you miss me? I didn't know you were so clingy."
Seokjin brings his free hand up to the bridge of his nose and sighs.
"It's kind of cute," Yoongi says.
"Okay, fine, just - why do you need the measuring tape?"
"I'm redecorating." Yoongi makes a surprised noise. "Ah! Found the tape. I'm hanging up now. Try not to call me, I'll be busy."
"Don't knock down any walls!" Seokjin says quickly before his phone disconnects. He stares at the screen for a moment, watching it fade into lock, hoping he comes home to a peaceful and intact apartment.
Seokjin makes it until three in the afternoon before he gets another call from Yoongi. He's starting to wonder if Yoongi was possessed by some alien that really likes phones, because he has never known Yoongi to make more than one phone call a day.
"The rice cooker isn't working," Yoongi says as soon as Seokjin picks up.
Seokjin blinks. "It was fine yesterday."
"It's not working now."
"Why don't you get take out, or have ramen? You always just eat ramen."
Yoongi huffs. "I want rice. You always tell me to eat better and I'm trying-"
"Okay, okay. Did you plug it in?"
Seokjin is met by silence.
"Yoongi?"
There's the sound of the rice cooker turning on and a cheerful recorded voice relaying instructions.
Yoongi clears his throat. "Of course I plugged it in. It seems to be working now, weird. Enjoy your hike, hyung."
Seokjin smiles at his phone.
Do we have kimchi? Yoongi texts ten minutes later.
It's in the fridge, Seokjin replies.
How do you fry eggs?
Seokjin laughs. You crack the egg and fry it. In a pan, please, not directly on the stove.
Duh, who would do that?
Seokjin thinks about when he used to room with Namjoon. Believe me, it has happened.
Seokjin slips his phone into his pocket, assuming their conversation is finally over until the device vibrates against his thigh. He thinks he should maybe ignore it, but his fingers are already pulling out the phone.
Did you eat yet? Yoongi types.
Seokjin thumbs his screen and a smile spreads over his face. Do you miss me, Yoongichi?
It takes five minutes before Yoongi sends a reply. Is that bad?
Seokjin doesn't think much after that. He packs up his camp and heads back to his car and onto the now-crowded highway.
When he arrives at home, he slips in quietly and lays his bags by the door. He shuffles past the kitchen and makes a face at the mess, pans spread over the stovetop and various items from the junk drawer still scattered on the counter. He makes his way to the living room and spots Yoongi lying on the couch, flipping through his phone.
Seokjin has a reprimand on his tongue but he swallows it when he sees Yoongi's expression - a soft smile, a fond crinkle in his eyes, an affectionate tilt of his brows. Seokjin finds he doesn't want that look to fade quite yet.
"What're you doing?" he asks softly, slipping onto the couch to cuddle next to his boyfriend.
Yoongi jumps and brings his phone down to his chest. His eyes narrow. "Aren't you supposed to be camping or something?"
Seokjin shrugs and throws his leg over Yoongi's, snaking a hand under his head. "I was. Except I have a really clingy boyfriend who missed me too terribly."
Yoongi scowls and scoots to the back of the couch away from Seokjin. "I never said I missed you. I'm perfectly fine without you here."
Seokjin hums and shrugs, settling on his back and turning his head to look at Yoongi. "You did, though." He grins. "Admit it."
Yoongi scowls. "You're full of yourself."
"Hmm." Seokjin sneaks a hand over Yoongi's and suddenly pulls his phone from his grip. "I wonder what you were looking at." His grin widens when he unlocks the screen and sees a selca he sent to Yoongi three weeks ago. He coos and waves the phone in Yoongi's face. "You missed me."
Yoongi glares at him. He turns to angle away from Seokjin.
Seokjin shifts up on his elbow and leans over Yoongi. "Hey, Yoongichi," he whispers.
"Why are you calling me that?"
Seokjin presses his lips to Yoongi's neck. "I missed you too."
Yoongi's expression softens and he pulls Seokjin's arm over his waist. He furrows back into Seokjin's chest and closes his eyes. "I'm tired."
Seokjin hugs Yoongi closer and peppers his neck with kisses. "Admit you missed me."
Yoongi scoffs and keeps his eyes closed. "I'll admit it in twenty years."
Seokjin laughs and presses his face between Yoongi's shoulder blades. "Deal."