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God damnit… I did it again didn’t I? I’m such an asshole…
At about 2 pm,Yoongi’s eyes peeled open. He only knew the time because the clock that was in the room was directly across from him. He woke to the feeling of a strong arm around his waist and the faint, musky scent he knew immediately as Namjoon’s. He started to remember last night… or this morning..? Either way, he broke down. Again.
This makes three times in the last two weeks…
Sure it was normal for any music producer or any artist in general to have meltdowns. For some people it was crying, other breaking stuff. Yoongi’s was shutting down and panicking, and Namjoon’s well… his was breaking more stuff. When Yoongi broke down, he didn’t register much and Namjoon knew this. Namjoon was there when he had his first break down over music, when Yoongi first started producing and creating. As a result of that, Namjoon was the one who calmed the tiny rapper down, he held him for almost two and a half hours and just let him collect himself. Now, whenever Yoongi broke down, all he could think about was his reason for the breakdown and that he needed Namjoon.
So now, here the silver haired rapper lay in the arms of his best friend for the third time in two weeks.
His cheeks were on fire because, sure he may be in his best friend’s arms, but the issue is that not only was Namjoon his best friend but also his biggest fucking crush. And quite often a giant fucking tease even though he probably didn’t realize it. Didn’t realize that every time he smiled or laughed, Yoongi’s stomach did flips and his heart wanted to leave his body. Namjoon didn’t know that Yoongi often stared a bit too long at the daily selca’s he posted to twitter, and even had a few saved to his phone. And he really didn’t know that whenever they cuddled, like now, his soul left his fucking body and he couldn’t comprehend much. It also really really didn’t help Yoongi when Namjoon was so nice to him. The way Namjoon would pay close attention to anything the shorter had to say, or when Namjoon would offer advice on Yoongi’s producing. It wasn’t fair and Yoongi both wanted to punch and kiss Namjoon’s stupid mouth.
I need to leave… Yoongi attempted to break free of the already strong grip on him, only to meet defeat and pulled pack into Namjoon’s chest, held with a tighter grip now.
“Where do you think you are going?” Namjoon’s low voice showed signs of just waking up and fuck it was hot.
“I was just gonna get up…”
Yoongi’s cheeks turned pink. He hated this childish infatuation, especially because he was older than Namjoon. His small and not extremely built frame, fitting snugly against Namjoon’s much larger and slightly toned one. And it made Yoongi angry to think about it because it was probably cute as fuck but he coudn’t take a photo of them without it being weird.
“And where did you plan on going?” Namjoon’s voice was firm but somehow soothing to Yoongi.
“Uh.. back to the studio… to work more…”
“You aren’t doing that.”
“Who the fuck says?”
“Considering you can’t get from my grip and you still haven’t eaten since at least 10 pm yesterday,” Yoongi could hear the smirk in his voice, because he was right. “I say.”
As if on queue, Yoongi’s stomach made the sound close to an animal dying as he realized he was quite hungry.
“And my point is proven.”
Yoongi could fucking feel the cocky ass smirk from Namjoon and he only wanted to kiss it off… or punch it… both could work but whatever.
“Alright then I’ll get something to eat then go back and work.”
“Nope. I’ll take you out and you won’t work at all today.”
What the fuck? No, I have to work and wait a minute did he say take me out? Yoongi flushed red again.
“What do you mean I’m not gonna work? Try and stop me.” He immediately regret saying that because Namjoon got up bringing the small man with him, and proceeded to throw Yoongi over his shoulder.
“What the fuck? Namjoon you ass put me down!”
“I’m not gonna do that Yoongs.”
Yoongi stopped struggling because one, he was tired and two, he was actually content with being carried and not walking. Also he had an excuse to feel Namjoon’s back muscles. If that doesn’t make me a creep I don’t know what the fuck would..
The day was spent walking around Seoul, Namjoon making sure Yoongi ate, and Yoongi basically being a complete internal wreck because holy shit my crush is acting like a total boyfriend and I don’t know what the fuck I should do.
In the middle of his internal freak he must have wandered a bit too far for the taller’s taste because Yoongi felt his hand being grabbed and Yoongi’s soul ascended, again. Once he was closer to Namjoon, Yoongi had expected him to release his hand. But oh fuck no, he laced, fucking laced their fingers and Yoongi was so high up on cloud 9 that he almost didn’t notice. He did however, and looked over at Namjoon confused.
“O-oh sorry,” Namjoon started to release Yoongi’s hand “you wandered a bit off and I didn’t want to lose You...”
“N-no its fine..” Yoongi blushed and held his hand a bit tighter.
Both looked away from each other and continued walking.
A few more hours of walking around and still holding hands, once again looking like a cute couple and Yoongi still thought it would be weird to take a photo, they decided to take a break and sit for a bit on a bench.
“Namjoon… thanks for this…” Yoongi decided about an hour ago to say fuck it and just relax, so he let his head rest on Namjoon’s shoulder.
“Don’t mention it. You really needed it. I mean three breakdowns in two weeks, that makes five in a month.” Namjoon put his arm around Yoongi hesitantly.
The older looked up at Namjoon, still being thrown off a bit by his boyfriendish actions. He was met with Namjoon already looking at him.
Yoongi was still confused when Namjoon leaned his face closer to Yoongi’s face, their lips ghosting each others.
“Yoongi.. I know you like me.”
Namjoon closed the gap between them and he kissed Yoongi softly, to which Yoongi returned after he realized he wasn’t dreaming. The silver haired man let his eyes flutter shut and when they eventually pulled back, he was afraid to open them fearing Namjoon wouldn’t be there.
“And I like you too hyung…”
Yoongi’s eyes shot open, Namjoon had a cheeky grin on his face and he finally knew how he would get it off. No punching.
He yanked Namjoon’s head down and kissed him again.