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It started easily enough. Something simple, a passing hello. Never meant to go beyond pleasant niceties, really.
Yoongi watched that notion drain away with the slow curl of Jeongguk's smile, his stomach giving a funny, little lurch.
Jimin is as bright as ever, his smile as sharp as ever, when he notices the change in Yoongi's expression. Yoongi's smile tightens, his hand coming up to scratch at his burning ear, focusing back on Jeongguk.
"It's nice to meet you too, Yoongi-ssi," Jeongguk grins a little wider. A set of teeth poke out, cute, bunny-like. Yoongi's doomed. Jeongguk's hands are clasped tightly in front of him. Politely. Fingers linked. Yoongi thinks his fingers are pretty.
"You can call me hyung, kid," Yoongi says, forcing his eyes back to Jeongguk's.
"Not a kid," Jeongguk snaps back, dazzling. So quick he startles a laugh out of Yoongi. "But thanks, hyung!"
Yoongi's expression shutters, he can see Jeongguk panic for a second, painfully readable. Then, a smile twitches at Yoongi's face, his unimpressed facade broken -- he could never pull off the stoic looks for long in the face of such cuteness, as Jimin likes to remind him -- and Jeongguk's shoulders lower, as if in relief. Or at least, Yoongi would like to hope it's in relief. It's hopelessly endearing, Yoongi's charmed.
"Right, anyway!" Jimin claps a hand on Jeongguk's shoulder, making him jump and frown, interrupting their almost-but-not-quite moment. Jeongguk pouts. It's cute, too. Fuck. "Good running into you hyung, I'll see you later?" Jimin grins at him, still as wicked as ever, taunting. I know what you're thinking, his expression says. Maybe a stranger would call him paranoid but Yoongi knows what lurks in Jimin's head and it's anything but harmless.
"Yeah, sure," Yoongi waves listlessly at them, watching as Jimin steers Jeongguk out of the coffee shop, already yammering on about a new topic. He catches something about dance and knows the thought of what Jeongguk's long, lithe limbs look like swaying to music will haunt him at night. "Don't forget movie night," he calls before they step out and Jimin barely acknowledges him with a wave over his shoulder. Yoongi huffs, but the annoyance isn't real.
His gaze stays on them, watching them through the large windows, even as his order is being called up at the counter. It's been a long time since he's deemed something important enough to distract him from coffee. His gut bursts with warmth. At the last second, Jeongguk looks back, catches his eye. Yoongi flushes. Jeongguk grins, giving a tiny wave, before he's disappearing out of sight.
"Shit," Yoongi mutters to himself. "Fucking shit."
The girl beside him jerks her head up, gives him a strange look before inching away. Yoongi rolls his eyes, scowl firmly in place once again.
Cute Jeongguk, with the bunny teeth and the pretty fingers and the stunning smiles, stays in his head for a day or so more. Yoongi grins to himself while working, doodling in the margins when he thinks of him. It's a tiny crush, he admits to himself. But then work picks up and school picks up and life picks up and by the time Saturday rolls around, Yoongi's forgotten about him. Mostly. Sort of.
It's just that the universe doesn't want him forget yet.
He's all settled into Seokjin's couch, burrowed into the corner that's his corner now. He argued once that the cushion was imprinted with his butt when Taehyung tried to steal it from him but only won it back when he stuck his toes in Taehyung face. Jimin had giggled conspiratorially when Taehyung squeaked and Yoongi almost barfed - "Is anything off limits for you kinky bastards?!" he remembers yelling. Apparently - unfortunately - not.
Seokjin's shuffling around with popcorn and chips, muttering obscenities loudly enough for the rest of them to hear about how they're lazy good-for-nothings that always make him do the work. Yoongi sinks further into the couch, happy to live up to the title. Hoseok laughs but jumps up to help him, always the better dongsaeng, smacking Seokjin's butt on his way to the kitchen. "Don't be such a bitter old man, hyung," he snarks. Seokjin tells him to fuck off. Taehyung lays across the floor in front of the TV, ignoring them all and playing with Jjangu.
It's nice and warm and Yoongi smiles to himself.
"Hey," Yoongi says, reaching out with his foot to poke at Taehyung who rolls over onto his back to face him, wiggling his brows. Yoongi grimaces, retracts his leg. "Where's your boyfriend?"
"Jiminie's picking up Jeongguk!" Taehyung chirps, rolling back over to play with Jjangu's paws, completely missing out on how Yoongi's back straightens a little with recognition. He shoves himself higher on the couch, poking his head out like a turtle.
"Jeongguk?"
"Yeah this freshman. They went to the same high school, I think? Anyway, he's cool so we invited him." Taehyung's nuzzling his face into Jjangu's fur before he turns halfway to look at Yoongi. He squints at him. Yoongi squints back. "Why's your face like that hyung?"
"Why's your face like that?" Yoongi snaps back, tossing a cushion at Taehyung's head. He yelps. So does Jjangu, escaping his grip. And so does Seokjin, from the kitchen.
"Don't throw my shit!"
Hoseok appears above him in the next second. "Oh, I love Jeonggukie!"
"What, have all of you met him?" Yoongi cranes his neck up. Hoseok nods, Seokjin chirps a, "Yeah," dropping some bowls on the coffee table before he's plopping down on the opposite end of the couch.
"Namjoonie tutors him," Hoseok says, shuffling over to the loveseat. "He's like a genius at everything except academics."
"What does he even do?" Yoongi asks. Taehyung squints at him, turning his body fully to give Yoongi his undivided attention.
"I dunno, something with art?" Seokjin asks.
"He said architecture, I'm pretty sure? Or maybe that's what he's interested in, I think he might be undecided," Hoseok shrugs, nabbing a bag of chips.
"You know," Taehyung drawls out slowly, in his I-Know-Something-You-Don't voice. It captures everyone's attention, just like he wanted. Yoongi thinks he's a brat and deserves another pillow to the face. "You seem awfully interested in our little Jeonggukie, Yoongi hyung."
Yoongi gulps, scowls. He's going to kill him. Hoseok and Seokjin stare at him intently. Seokjin hums, like he's suddenly realized something. Yoongi wants to immediately leave this friend group, he's going to give them his resignation letter once and for all.
Of course, this is when Jimin and Jeongguk decide to make their entrance.
"Honey, I'm home!" Jimin barges through the doorway with a flourish, arms spread wide. Taehyung wastes no time in rushing to him, jumping up to wrap his legs around his hips. They waddle around like a deformed, siamese penguin for a bit, cooing at each other. Yoongi dry heaves. Jeongguk follows behind Jimin with a grimace. He's probably seen far too much of this already, no matter how short the friendship.
"This is my home," Seokjin says, a put upon sigh escaping him, "Come on in, Jeongguk."
Taehyung waves Seokjin off over Jimin's shoulder, completely engulfed in their reunion mating ritual. They've probably only been apart for a couple of hours. Yoongi maintains this is why they have no other friends despite their usual vehement arguments.
Jeongguk smiles, "Hi hyung." His eyes flit over to Yoongi, his smile gets a little wider, a little brighter. "Oh, Yoongi hyung! I didn't know you'd be here too."
Seokjin's head snaps over to look at Yoongi. He wants to disappear. Jeongguk looks between them, eyes a little wider, alight with confusion and curiosity. Yoongi rolls his eyes, but his stomach flutters pleasantly. "Yeah well," he sighs, "It's a buy five, get one free special that I've been forced into. They'd drag me here if I didn't come voluntarily."
"That's true," Jimin hums, from the ground where it seems Hoseok has joined in on the dogpile. He's at the bottom, with Hoseok and Taehyung acting like dead-weights atop him. Yoongi doesn't know how he gets off sounding like he's doing completely fine. "We've done it before. Why don't you go sit next to him, Jeonggukie, he'll tell you all about it."
Yoongi needs to give Jimin a stern talking to about how he's the opposite of smooth.
Seokjin, the traitor that he is, pats the couch cushion between them with barely concealed glee.
"Um, okay?" Jeongguk, shuffles over. He looks like he's regretting his decision to join them tonight. Yoongi can't say he blames him. Jeongguk sags down onto the couch beside Yoongi. They're not touching, save for their knees, but it feels like his entire side is on fire, burning even hotter every time Jeongguk happens to sway a millimeter closer. Yoongi hates how embarrassed he is of himself. "Did they really drag you?"
"No," Yoongi starts.
"Yes," Seokjin pipes up, cutting him off and leaning in so Jeongguk slides further toward Yoongi. "Hoseok and Jimin had him by the arms, his feet limp behind him and everything. I have a video." Yoongi squawks indignantly but Jeongguk is laughing an adorable laugh and peering over at the phone Seokjin has pulled out.
"Do not," Yoongi threatens and he's ready to fight, really he is, but Namjoon just has to save the day.
"Honey, I'm home!" Namjoon yells out, stumbling as he toes off his shoes and hitting the corner of the wall with his hand. Jimin snickers. Yoongi sighs, smacks his hand to his forehead. Of course.
"My home," Seokjin reiterates.
"You don't have a honey," Taehyung pouts.
"Hey!" Namjoon scowls, affronted, "I'm trying."
Yoongi would have started tuning them out by now but then he notices Jeongguk's shoulders shaking. Raising a brow, he shoots him a look that Jeongguk catches, and it's like Yoongi's open the floodgates. He thanks his lucky stars as he gets to watch the laughter bubble out of Jeongguk in slow motion.
The damned bunny teeth come out again and Yoongi knows he's hooked, right there, right from the beginning. Jeongguk's shoulders go up to his ears, his arms come up in front of him and his feet kick up a little, his head thrown back. The giggles burst out all at once, rushed, and evolve into something louder. It's a cackle really. Witchy and a hint of evil, but Yoongi thinks it's the cutest thing he's ever heard.
It's contagious, he can't help but laugh along.
Then Jimin joins in, which gets Taehyung, which gets everyone else, and they all end up laughing over Namjoon's sad love life until Jeongguk falls against his side and Yoongi's voice cuts out altogether.
It quiets down after that, laughter trailing off in tiny hiccups. Jeongguk wipes imaginary tears from his eyes, straightens up a little but stays awfully close to Yoongi.
The rest of the night speeds by. He doesn't catch even a little bit of the movie. Jimin figures it out, of course, when his usually highly vocalized opinions are few and far between, and he's only quieter still as they shove takeout in their mouths afterward. It's hard to be opinionated when he keeps thinking about how Jeongguk's knee is resting right under his now that his legs are crossed. Or how the movement of Jeongguk's ribs and sides as he talks and gets excited and laughs are becoming familiar to him, pressed so close.
It's even harder still when he manages and gets Jeongguk's full attention. Big, round eyes focused in on him, enraptured. It makes him want to shrink down and puff up, all at once.
Yoongi hates crushes.
Jeongguk doesn't escape Yoongi's mind as easily this time around. He lingers. Even as school and work and life all pick up, threatening to crush him under their weight. Yoongi still manages to stay up at night, stomach in knots, and fondly remember the softness of Jeongguk.
It's one of those nights when he's scrolling through his phone, tucked under his blankets to escape the autumn chill. It's nearing two in the morning but he can't sleep. Part of him wants to devise a plan to casually run into Jeongguk - he hasn't seen him in a week. But Yoongi reminds himself that he's above that. He's not creepy.
He'll just move on. Be his friend. Jeongguk's not the type of kid that would be interested in him anyway, the chances are slim.
And that's exactly why he ends up looking up Jeon Jeongguk's instagram, he convinces himself. That's why he spends about an hour scrolling through the pictures. He's doing recon for their blossoming friendship.
Jeongguk's way more chatty on social media than he is in real life, Yoongi realizes. Or at least, he's probably still got to warm up to Yoongi to be this chatty. It's not like Yoongi's been himself the way he is with the rest of his band of idiots just yet. It's all too fresh, he's still trying to make a good impression. It thrills him that maybe Jeongguk wants to leave a good impression too.
Yoongi likes it. He likes this little glimpse into Jeongguk's life. Likes that Jeongguk is obsessed with video games. That he likes photography. That he's always hunting for a new hole-in-the-wall to camp out at and take artsy food pictures in. He likes the light and airy theme to his instagram. Hell, he even likes the way he bickers with Jimin in the comments or breaks the flow to post ugly pictures of Seokjin.
He likes Jeongguk.
It's when he's roughly 75 weeks back, thumbing open an old selfie and smiling to himself like a goddamn sap, that he fucks up.
He double taps.
The stupid fucking red heart pops up.
Yoongi's throat closes up, he suddenly can't breath.
He's fairly certain he's never sat up this quickly before. In his entire life. But he shoots up and unlikes and prays that Jeongguk won't get a notification but knows he will because instagram was created to ruin lives.
"Fuck," Yoongi says, staring at the phone in his hand. He throws it away, across his bed, and flops back against his pillows. He drags another one over his face and groans out a long, "Fuck." He's a creep now whether he means to be or not.
"So, hyung," Jimin settles next to him, offering him a cup of coffee. Yoongi is immediately on his toes. Jimin's a nice guy, yeah, but it usually comes with a side of roasting. This doesn't, yet, so it automatically reeks of ulterior motives. "Wanna do me a favor?"
"No." Yoongi doesn't even bother looking up from his phone. He's still mortified from last night, unsure if everyone knows or if his prayers were answered and no one does. He figures Jimin not saying anything yet means no one does, because he probably would've been one of the first to find out. And while Park Jimin might be able to keep a secret, he can't stop himself from ribbing someone. Plus, he has a chatterbox attached to his side almost permanently who might just be the biggest gossip on campus. If Jimin knew, Yoongi would've died already, twenty times over because Taehyung would have ruined his reputation.
"Hyung!" Jimin whines, smacking him lightly in the shoulder. Jimin's shorter than him (by half a centimeter, as he likes to remind Yoongi constantly) but even the tiniest of taps is like a punch from him. He doesn't know his own strength or how to control it. So Yoongi gets jostled, practically falls over on his side, just barely manages to not spill hot coffee all over himself.
"Now I'm definitely not doing you any favors," Yoongi frowns, looking up at Jimin to see his lips pursed into an annoyed, little pout.
Jimin scowls at him for maybe a second longer before a guilty expression leaks onto his face. He reaches out, rubbing Yoongi's shoulder, muttering an apology before, "Okay but you have to. You'll love this favor anyway."
That's all it takes for Yoongi to be back at wary. Unfortunately for him, he has no real sense of preservation and when Jimin baits like this, he always takes the bite.
"What is it?" he squints.
"Jeongguk missed a package and has to go down to the post office but he doesn't know where it is but I have date night so you have to take him," Jimin grins at him, eyes curving. "You're welcome."
"What do you mean you're welcome, Park Jimin," Yoongi huffs. His ears feel red. "I can't take him. I'm... busy."
Jimin snorts. Rude.
"Too bad, I already told Jeonggukie you would. And I gave him your number. He'll text you when he's out of class so you can go pick him up." Jimin pats him on the shoulder. Yoongi winces. "Have fun, bye hyung!"
And he's gone, just like that. A fucking whirlwind. Yoongi's head hurts.
Jeongguk texts him at 2:30 in the afternoon. Yoongi feels like going on a lecture about the importance of punctuality when it comes to the post office. Jeongguk's young, maybe he's never been before and doesn't realize that they'll close up right on the dot and leave you pressed up against the glass doors, sad and desperate. Not that this has happened to Yoongi before, of course.
He's going to have to figure out a less incriminating way to give this lecture.
Around two drafts have already been mentally written as Yoongi waits out in the cold in front of Jeongguk's dorm building before he comes barreling out, jacket only halfway pulled on.
"Sorry, hyung," Jeongguk beams at him. Yoongi feels warmer already. "My roommate distracted me, you didn't wait too long did you?"
"No, you're good," Yoongi says, voice gruff. He'd been out here for fifteen minutes. Got here early. He'd never admit it. "Bus still hasn't come yet."
He starts walking toward the stop, at the end of the street, trusting Jeongguk to fall into step beside him. Yoongi doesn't expect him to huddle in close though, complaining about the cold, ears wind-bitten and red. Yoongi lets it happen, tries to tamp down on the giddiness that curls at his lips.
"What kind of twenty year old can't go pick up some packages on his own?" he huffs instead, his breath clouding up in the cold air in front of him.
"I'm nineteen, excuse you," Jeongguk sniffs. Yoongi doesn't know how that's a win - hell, it makes him want to grimace himself. Nineteen. A snot-nosed teenager. A snot-nosed teenager he thinks is cute. He's disgusted with himself and curses himself for low standards until he looks at Jeongguk's face again and acknowledges he's playing a little out of his league. "And talking to adults is hard."
Yoongi pauses, shakes his head, settles for giving Jeongguk a disbelieving look.
"What? It is! They're always judging you if you don't know something."
"I'm pretty sure that's everyone, Jeongguk," Yoongi chuckles lightly, plopping down onto the bus bench, "I'm judging you right now, for example."
Jeongguk giggles, even as he whines out an affronted, "Hyung, please."
It's a quick afternoon. Yoongi ends up doing everything for Jeongguk to save him from the confusion and the ever-adorable stuttering. He tries to pretend it doesn't effect him but he's pretty sure he catches Jeongguk looking smug. Who looks smug about tripping over their words, he'll never understand. On the way to the bus stop, Jeongguk carries back the boxes he missed with unbelievable ease. Yoongi admires him from behind, embracing his lowkey creepiness and being wholly self-indulgent. The snot-nosed teenager has a lot going for him. It's a successful trip.
They make casual plans to see each other again soon when they part ways, and Yoongi has an extra bounce in his step when he walks back to his apartment. The cold somehow is no longer a problem at all.
Jeongguk never mentions the like, Yoongi thinks he's gotten off scott free.
They start texting a lot. Like, a lot. Like, Yoongi texts Jeongguk more than he does anyone else in his group of merry assholes.
It's usually Jeongguk that initiates. The first few times, Yoongi was happily surprised. Now, he expects it. A part of him thinks maybe he should take the first step, so Jeongguk doesn't end up thinking he doesn't want to talk to him. And he would - except their conversations never really end. They just pause while Jeongguk is paying attention in class, pretending to be a good student.
It's cute.
Yoongi has resigned himself to thinking everything about Jeongguk is cute. And charming. And wonderful.
Most days, they talk about how much school sucks. Jeongguk will complain that the gen ed classes are boring. Yoongi will complain about debt and capitalism and how he should just become a hermit that lives in the mountains. (Jeongguk likes to whine and say that he'd miss Yoongi too much if he did that. It makes Yoongi's chest give a painful lurch, yet he keeps bringing it up anyway. He thinks he might be a masochist. A transparent one, at that.)
Sometimes, they'll talk about their passions.
Jeongguk will send videos of him dancing, or a short clip of himself singing. It'll take Yoongi's breath away. Once, he sent one of him singing in the shower, facing away. The acoustics were great, the state of Yoongi's imagination was not. It was a tough night to get through with his sanity intact.
Yoongi likes to return the favor, with photographs he's particularly proud of but has yet to post. Or a quick poem, a snippet of a rap verse. A song he's working on when he has free time. Sometimes, he'll be an ass, send a picture of his textbooks, of all the shit he hates but is necessary if he ever wants a stable income, just because he likes how Jeongguk calls him on his shit. Just because he likes reminding himself how close they've gotten.
There are times when they don't seem to be talking about anything at all. Conversations about subjects Yoongi can't even be bothered to remember. Conversations about the weather or shampoo or Jeongguk's preference for feminine scents and how it makes Yoongi want to see him again just so he can bury his nose in the curve of Jeongguk's neck and see for himself. Even conversations existing of nothing but emojis thrown back and forth. It doesn't matter. As long as they're talking, Yoongi's filled to the brim with butterflies. His sappiness meter has been off the charts lately.
Stupid fucking crushes. This is taking over his life.
Even now, he's constantly flipping his phone over to check for new messages, tuning out of the conversation carrying on around him. His food grows cold and untouched, Yoongi barely remembering to take bites. He's wondering if he should send a text, just bite the bullet, when his phone vibrates in his hand. A kissy faced emoji pops up - the one with the heart and all. Yoongi feels incredibly stupid when he blushes.
"Oh my god," Jimin sighs, smacking his chopsticks down across the table. He squints at Yoongi over the steaming pot of stew. "Really?"
"What?" Yoongi frowns, sounding way too defensive.
Taehyung leans too far into his space, snorting and looking over at his phone. Yoongi yanks it quickly to his chest but it seems like it's too late. "Jeonggukie sent him a kissy emoji. They're fucking," Taehyung nods to Jimin, reaching over to pat Yoongi on his head.
Yoongi's quick to smack Taehyung away, pinching him hard. Jimin is spluttering and laughing, leaning forward in interest instead of annoyance, now.
"We're not fucking. It's called friendship," Yoongi sniffs.
"You never text me that much?" Jimin accuses.
"Or me," Taehyung chimes in.
"That's because I'm forced to be friends with you two, I don't like you."
"Liar!" Taehyung yells at him. People from other tables look over. Yoongi sighs, long and heavy, in embarrassment. "You love us."
"It's true, you said so last time you were drunk," Jimin clears his throat, sits up straighter, "What was it exactly? Jimin-ah, I love you so much. You're the best, the smartest, most handsome dongsaeng ever."
"Sounds right to me," Taehyung beams at Jimin, reaching over the table to take his hand. "I can't believe Yoongi hyung was spot on about everything for once in his life."
That gets Taehyung a firm smack over the head. "I hate you guys, this is cementing it. You do all this and you force me to be a third wheel on your dates, of course I like Jeongguk more."
"So you admit you like Jeongguk!" Taehyung shoves a triumphant finger in his face.
"Also, you're not a third wheel," Jimin exclaims, tone uncannily similar to Taehyungs, his own accusing finger in Yoongi's space.
"I said no such thing!" Yoongi pulls away from them. His phone buzzes and his attention is snatched immediately, not helping his case at all. The kids snicker at him. Jeongguk is asking him what he's doing. "And you're a fucking liar, Park Jimin," Yoongi says, eyes still focused on his phone as he types out a message. Out to dinner with tweedledum and tweedledee. "You two are playing footsie under the table."
There's a bang on the table as Jimin and Taehyung scramble to shuffle away from each other. Yoongi figures it's Taehyung who hurt himself from the way he grimaces. They're shooting him sad puppy looks -- sheepish but adorable. Yoongi just rolls his eyes at them, flipping his phone back over on the table with a smile when he gets another text. Have fun even if it's without me!
"I forgive you," Yoongi shrugs, feeling particularly magnanimous, "Jeongguk says hi."
"Oooooh."
They don't see each other again until the next little gathering. Another movie night, but Seokjin's had a rough week and Jimin won't get in 'til late, when his shift ends - so Yoongi figures that it's gonna be a lot more laying around and shooting the shit than watching any movies.
He's a little late, this time. Stumbling through the door with a case of beer that Seokjin immediately descends upon. Almost everyone's already there -- it doesn't surprise him to see Jeongguk, fitting seamlessly into the picture now. He's got his legs pulled up under him, nestled into the center of the couch, laughing at something Taehyung's showing him on his phone from beside him. Yoongi pauses for a moment that's possibly too long to admire the sight.
Namjoon coughs on a laugh. Yoongi aims a kick at his side.
"What?" he asks, stepping around him. Jeongguk looks up, catches Yoongi's eye. He pats the couch cushion beside him in invitation and Yoongi doesn't hesistate to take him up on the offer.
"You should see the look on your face," Namjoon snickers, wagging his brows.
"Why are you all like this," Yoongi groans, sliding down the couch, groaning.
"Hm?" Jeongguk's attention turns away from Taehyung. "What happened? What's your face like?"
"Oh, you don't want to know, Jeonggukie," Taehyung ruffles Jeongguk's hair, pouting when he ducks away. He ends up settled against Yoongi's side. The position is familiar. Yoongi sighs in contentment.
Jeongguk squints at Taehyung. Then at Namjoon. Then at Yoongi. "This seems suspicious," Jeongguk decides after a few more moments of staring them all down, "And now I'm curious."
"Don't be, brat," Yoongi snipes, using Jeongguk's shoulder to hoist himself back up before yanking him down into a sloppy headlock. "None of your business."
"Not a brat," Jeongguk shoots back just as quick, pressing his body back against Yoongi's chest. His headlock is quickly turning into more of a backhug. Hoseok walks out of the bathroom to the sight, eyes widening in surprise before a satisfied smirk blooms. Yoongi's neck burns. "Your business is my business, hyung."
"That's cute," Seokjin pipes up, smacking down his can of beer enough to slosh some of it out. He's always crabby after long days, especially on the topic of people other than him being cute. "Why don't you guys just suck face or something and put us out of our misery. Anyway, someone put on a movie."
Yoongi sees Jeongguk's ears turn bright red. Can feel the splutters build up in his throat. Yoongi tries to laugh it off but even his voice is sounding a little hoarse, his arms quickly falling away to his sides. Jeongguk shuffles up and can't meet his eyes.
The rest of them think this is terribly hilarious. Yoongi's going to put spiders in their underwear.
Eventually, Taehyung takes pity on them. He shoves a movie in - The Notebook, of course - and Hoseok takes care of an irritated Seokjin, laying him down and petting his hair. They devolve into scattered chatter of their weeks, having seen the movie enough already. It's a go-to. Jeongguk pays more attention than the rest of them, new to it still, scooting closer and closer until he's comfortable leaning against Yoongi again. Yoongi takes the opportunity to lay his arm across the back of the couch. If his fingers graze Jeongguks ear or hair every now and then, it's totally not his fault.
Still, he knows he's fucked when Jimin walks in.
"Honey, I'm home!" he yells, outright, because he has no manners and doesn't know what inside voices are.
Taehyung jumps at him, also lacking in the manners department.
"Must you do this every time?" Namjoon grumbles.
"You do it too," Taehyung accuses from where Jimin is carrying him over the threshold as if they're in some sort of bridal magazine.
"But I'm funny," Namjoon says.
"No, you're not," Hoseok and Seokjin chorus at him in unison. Namjoon frowns and swats at them, turning instead to the strange figure Taehyung and Jimin make.
"Oh!" Namjoon catches sight of the bag in Jimin's hand, reaching out to relieve him of it, "Food! Where from?"
"The new lamb skewers place," Jimin says, plopping down, right on the ground. Taehyung sticks his legs out and somehow manages to hook onto Seokjin, dragging him closer. He moans and groans, sounding like he's dying as he tries to cling to Hoseok for safety. Taehyung's a relentless cuddler, though. Seokjin doesn't stand a chance.
"I love lamb skewers," Jeongguk lights up, bouncing in his spot a little. He leans forward, making grabby hands and using Yoongi's thigh as leverage, sending his nerve-endings a tizzy, "Gimme some."
"Me too," Yoongi pokes at Jeongguk's side, insistently, until food is delivered to him.
"I got them specially for you, hyung," Jimin grins tilting his head back to look over at Yoongi, "I know lamb is your favorite." He throws in a little wink. And right when Yoongi was about to thank him too. Park Jimin always has to do suspicious shit.
"Oh really?" Jeongguk turns to him with wide eyes, bright and smiling. Yoongi wonders if this smile will ever stop having such an effect on him. Jeongguk looks down at his lap, ears a little redder suddenly and it makes Yoongi pay extra attention. He gulps when Jeongguk looks up at him through lowered lashes. "We should go together, hyung?"
It sounds like a question, less like a statement. An invitation. Directed only at him.
For a second Yoongi thinks maybe Jeongguk is trying to ask him on a date. His mouth goes dry and he can't do anything but stare for a moment, for long enough that Jeongguk starts to look awkward and uncomfortable, tugs at his hair. Yoongi tamps down on the thoughts running around in his head, reminds himself that this probably isn't what it looks like. When did he become such an optimist anyway?
"Yeah, okay," Yoongi smiles, soft and fond. He'll have to woo Jeongguk before he gets asked out properly, he knows. It's a sudden thought, takes himself by surprise. He doesn't remember making this decision but he knows -- he's going to woo Jeon Jeongguk. He's determined. Jeongguk releases a tiny sigh - so does the rest of the room - of relief maybe. Yoongi's brain tells him that he might just have a chance. His heart responds by beating faster. The newly optimistic side of himself doesn't seem to want to die just yet, apparently. "My treat."
"Well aren't I lucky?" Jeongguk grins, settling back against him, even closer this time, wiggling until his thigh is shoved under Yoongi's knee.
Yoongi's convinced he's the one with all the luck.