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“Namjoon-ah, I’m going away for Christmas.”
Namjoon glances up from the book he’s been condemned to by his least favorite tutor over the Christmas break and raises an eyebrow at his roommate.
“You are?”
“Yeah.”
“Where are you going?”
Yoongi thinks that Namjoon looks a little too interested in his announced departure, but he pushes it aside.
“Daegu. I’m going to stay with my family until classes start up again.”
“Oh. Okay. Hope things go well.”
It’s as if Namjoon had read his mind, as all of his expressed interest from before leaks out of his body, and his eyes focus back on the book (the same one he complains about way too often for Yoongi’s liking).
He goes back to his room after mumbling a quick “thanks”, and starts stuffing a duffel bag full of things he may need for the trip. Most of his valuable and important things still live with his parents and older brother back in Daegu, so he doesn’t really have to worry about forgetting anything (except his headphones and toothbrush, he might not survive the trip if he forgets those).
A day and a half later finds him standing at the door of their shared student apartment with Namjoon, reminding the younger what not to touch, where some good close by take out stores are, and why not to attempt to fix anything he’s already broken.
Namjoon responds to Yoongi’s concerns with a shrill laugh, which makes Yoongi almost thankful that he gets to spend some time away from his noisy roommate.
“Hyung, you worry too much. I’ve lived by myself before, I’ll be fine.”
Yoongi barely trusts those words more than he trusts that he’ll come home to a clean, unscathed apartment, but he doesn’t push it.
“Okay then, see ya’.”
With that, Yoongi walks out of the apartment, turning back only once he hears the door click shut. He stares at the front of the apartment for a minute, wondering if he will in fact come home to a burned down room. He really hopes not. With that, he makes his way to the train station, willing himself not to think about the chances of Namjoon destroying their cheap apartment whilst he’s away.
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Two weeks later, and Yoongi is genuinely surprised to see the building in one piece when he returns. He can’t help the relieved sigh that slips past his lips as he digs for his keys in his pocket, though he can’t be too at ease yet.
He finds his keys, fumbling with them for a bit until he grabs the right one, and shoves it into the slot, turning it until he hears that familiar clicking sound. He pushes the door in with his shoulder since his hands are preoccupied with the key and his duffel bag.
Once he’s finally back in the apartment, he almost instantly drops his bag on the ground and kicks his shoes off. Nothing looks obviously out of place, really. There are a few books scattered around the floor, but that’s just so typically Namjoon if Yoongi is being honest with himself.
Yoongi can hear the faint sound of paper being scrunched up, giving Yoongi the sense that Namjoon must be writing, or rather, throwing away more pages of his literature assignment, due in six days if Yoongi remembers correctly (not that he had intended to listen so closely to Namjoon’s rambling, it just kind of happens sometimes).
He decides that sneaking up on a focused Namjoon probably isn’t the best thing to do, so instead, he calls out to his roommate to make things easier for both of them.
“Namjoon-ah, I’m back.”
It’s a fairly standard greeting, but it's direct and as informative as it needs to be, and Yoongi can hear the sound of chair legs scraping across their wooden floor and bare feet running towards him not two seconds later.
But why, he wonders, is Namjoon running towards me—
He’s cut off mid thought by a warm and heavy weight engulfing him, and before he can respond, the pair become a muddled heap on the floor, Yoongi with two ridiculously (and completely unnecessarily) long arms wrapped around his lithe frame.
“Namjoon, what the fu—” he starts, only to be cut off by the younger speaking over him.
“Hyung! I missed you so much! Did you have fun? How is your family? Did it snow there?”
Yoongi had never expected Namjoon to bombard him with a series of questions about his trip. Sure, maybe a quick, “how was it?” from the younger, but Namjoon had never seemed to be this interested in him before.
In fact, Yoongi is almost certain that they weren’t this close before he left for Daegu. He wonders if all the studying has finally gotten to Namjoon’s head.
“Uh… It was good..?” he begins cautiously, trying to keep as still as possible in genuine fear of being crushed by the younger’s large frame. “It snowed a bit… and my family are fine.”
He glances sideways at Namjoon, who simply hums in understanding. He doesn’t let go though. It feels as if he’s waiting for something, though Yoongi has no idea what that something could possibly be.
Despite that, he continues.
“I had fun, I guess. They got a new dog, so that’s cool…” he mumbles, wondering if he’ll have to spend the rest of his life in Namjoon’s death grip (though somehow the thought seems less irritating than he initially imagined it may be).
“And?”
Namjoon lifts his head a few inches to look at Yoongi properly, and Yoongi looks back at Namjoon with something between confusion, bewilderment and possibly even panic.
“And…”
Yoongi has to think, which is something he dislikes doing in such trivial situations. He re-evaluates what Namjoon had said, word for word, and—
Oh.
Oh.
“And… I missed you too, Namjoon-ah.”
After what feels like years, Namjoon lets up on his tight embrace, finally giving Yoongi the space to breathe. He flashes a wide grin at his roommate, standing back up, then offering a hand to the shorter of the two.
Once Yoongi is on his feet once again, Namjoon tilts his head a few inches to the left, grinning so wide now that his dimples surface (and Yoongi does not melt at the sight, not at all).
“Did you really, hyung?”
Yoongi doesn’t have to second guess what Namjoon means this time, finding himself nodding as soon as the question is in the air.
“Yeah. Yeah, I did.”
“How much?”
He looks up at Namjoon, meeting the younger’s eyes with his own, and finds himself smiling just the tiniest bit.
If missing Namjoon means that more often than not it was his younger roommate on his mind whilst he was in Daegu, then he had missed Namjoon.
If missing Namjoon means that he would literally count down the days until he would be going back home again (when did Seoul become home, when it had always been Daegu?), then he had missed Namjoon.
If missing Namjoon means that he hadn’t realised how often he thought about the younger until he was separated from him for the first time since college had started, then he had definitely missed Namjoon.
Despite these thoughts, Yoongi wasn’t the type to say more than absolutely necessary, emotions not sitting right with him at the best of times.
“A lot, Joon-ah. I missed you a lot.”
Namjoon gives a knowing smile, as if the simplest of words had conveyed everything Yoongi had been thinking (and maybe they had, Namjoon was like that. He always seem to know exactly what Yoongi was thinking after speaking for only a second).
“Prove it then, hyung.”
Before Yoongi can fully grasp the situation, he’s grabbing the collar of Namjoon’s shirt and pulling him closer, closer, close enough that their lips eventually meet, and Yoongi hasn’t felt more at home in his entire life.
Not even Daegu could compare to the taste of Namjoon on his lips.
Namjoon is the one to break the contact, resting his forehead against Yoongi’s and looking him deep in the eyes with so much passion, a gaze that would almost be intimidating if Namjoon didn’t scream safe and home to the elder.
“I missed you too, hyung. A lot.”