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“ What time is it? Summer time! It's our vacation! What time is it? Party time! That's right, say it loud! Come on Gigi, say it loud!” Hoseok said, skipping happily behind Yoongi as they walked to their morning classes.
“Seokie, you know what would be really cool right now? Turning it down just a wee bit. Could you do that for me? Thanks," Yoongi said, throwing a sickly sweet ( see : very gummy, slightly intimidating) smile in Hoseok's direction.
“Come on Gigi don't be like that,” Hoseok pouted, rubbing his chin on Yoongi’s shoulder like an overly affectionate puppy, "You know, I bet you’d be a lot more cheerful if it were Jimin here bugging you instead of me.”
Yoongi did not blush, and he was definitely not trying to hide his not-blush as he raised his half-full canister of iced coffee to his face.
It was just weirdly hot in the school. The AC was working in reverse or something.
“I'd be more cheerful if it were anyone but you bugging me right now.”
“Okay you say that, but we both know I have video footage of you calling us soulmates,” Hoseok said quirking an eyebrow at the older boy.
“...You’re alright I guess,” Yoongi grumbled.
“See, you know you love me.”
Hoseok smiled, waving absentmindedly to passersby as they stopped at Yoongi’s horridly yellow locker, “You know you love me, at least enough to tolerate my morning joy.”
“Do you really give me any choice?” Yoongi asked, fiddling with the school-provided lock that opened once every seven tries.
“Nope. So, last day of school. What ever will you do?” Hoseok asked, smiling brightly as his “girl-friends” (because the distinction just had to be made) passed by Yoongi’s locker, flashing their own equally bright (and a few suggestive) smiles.
“I'm going to experience an hour-long death at the hands of science then dip for lunch is what I’m gonna do. What idiot decided that microbiology needed to be a graduation requirement anyway?” Yoongi groaned, grabbing his textbook and shutting his locker, “I mean, the fuck do I look like? A doctor ?”
Hoseok laughed, flashing all of his teeth in this goofy way that drew people to him like he was some sort of human magnet.
“ At least you got it over with. You get to relax and focus on your music all senior year. Must be nice. I have a whole two years left of this shit,” Hoseok said, his head already hurting at the thought of atoms, and Joules, and whatever the fuck else they teach in science classes.
“Yeah, I'll experience that cool thing called ‘happiness’ when I can stop thinking about selling my soul every night in exchange for not having to do lab homework,” Yoongi said, squinting through the indefinite haze of suffering as he caught sight of his classroom door.
“Just a few more hours Gigi, just a few more hours,” Hoseok said, patting Yoongi on the shoulder as they parted ways.
Yoongi sauntered into class, taking his usual seat at the back of the room. He downed the last of his coffee as he slapped his overloaded notebook (that was promptly being burned to oblivion the second he got home) onto his lab table. His teacher made her usual rounds around the class as the late bell rang, droning on and on about how “the last day of school doesn't mean no work,” which made about as much sense to Yoongi as “the bell doesn't dismiss you, I do!” Well, what the fuck was it there for? Decoration?
Buzz…… buzz……
* one new message*
Yoongi blinked slowly out of his boredom induced reverie, reaching into his pocket to fish out his phone and check his messages.
[Chat: Jiminie ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ & Gigi ʕ⁎̯͡⁎ʔ༄ ]
Jiminie ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ: you down for some celebratory “last day of hell” pancakes after school? i'm feeling american style deliciousness for dinner
Yoongi felt the spike of anxiety hit him right on cue. How should he respond? “Absolutely…” No, too eager. “Yes…” hm, no, too formal. Come on, be cool, be cool. Just friends, be cool.
Gigi ʕ⁎̯͡⁎ʔ༄: ye sounds lit fam
No, hell no. Yoongi backspaced that one faster than you could blink.
Yoongi twiddled his thumbs as they hovered above his keyboard, wracking his brain for every affirmative word he'd ever learned in his eighteen years. Fuck, why were words so hard? Who's idea was verbal communication anyway? Shittiest idea Yoongi’s ever heard of, that's for sure.
Yoongi closed out his chat with Jimin, praying silently to whatever God there is that the younger boy hadn't noticed the [ Read 8:12 am ] yet.
[Chat: Existential Crisis in 3...2… ]
Gigi ʕ⁎̯͡⁎ʔ༄: Hsoeok help
JungHoe ( ^ω^ ): ??? i just saw u lit 5 secs ago and u were fine????
Gigi ʕ⁎̯͡⁎ʔ༄: SEOKIE THIS IS NO TIME DOR JOKES I NEED HEPL
JungHoe ( ^ω^ ): WITH WHAT??????????
Gigi ʕ⁎̯͡⁎ʔ༄: …
* one new picture message*
JungHoe ( ^ω^ ): ... yoongi r u fucking kidding me rn?
Gigi ʕ⁎̯͡⁎ʔ༄: NO IM NTO KIDDINF I NEED HELP WHAT DO??????
JungHoe ( ^ω^ ): HE JUST WANTS 2 HANG IUT LIKE U ALWAYS DO YA BIG BABY MAN UP
Gigi ʕ⁎̯͡⁎ʔ༄: okah yea duh, but like… what do i say?????
JungHoe ( ^ω^ ): do u want to go? of course you do bc it's jimin and you love him so just be normal and say yes
Gigi ʕ⁎̯͡⁎ʔ༄: whatever we just friends ◔_◔
JungHoe ( ^ω^ ): ☺ whatever enjoy ur date w your “just friend” jimin
Gigi ʕ⁎̯͡⁎ʔ༄: whatever i totally will
Yoongi scoffed, closing out his chat with Hoseok in favor of finally returning to Jimin’s. The young (want to be) musician took a deep breath, centering himself and calming his erratic nerves. They'd been friends for a while now… He's clicked on this name at least a million times in the past few months, yet every time his stomach still swoops a little, like the feeling of going up too high on a swing except worse. This was swinging on a swing set, but with feelings; the scientific equivalent of tying your actual heart to a bungee cord and throwing it off a cliff. Five times. Once for every time Jimin has rejected him. Yoongi felt like the textbook definition of pathetic.
*open chat*
[Chat: Jiminie ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ & Gigi ʕ⁎̯͡⁎ʔ༄ ]
…
Gigi ʕ⁎̯͡⁎ʔ༄: sure ☺
...
Jiminie ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ: perfect ☺
Yoongi breathed a sigh of relief, returning (okay, like he was ever really paying attention in the first place) to his final bio assignment sitting neglected on his desk.
“Mr. Min, can you please tell us the answer and how you got it for number twelve?” his teacher chirped, hand on her hip as she awaited an answer.
Ah, hell. As great a distraction from emotional crises as any.
//
[Chat: Existential Crisis in 3...2… ]
JungHoe ( ^ω^ ): hyunnnnnng
Gigi ʕ⁎̯͡⁎ʔ༄: yes dear?
JungHoe ( ^ω^ ): ☺ kill me pls
Gigi ʕ⁎̯͡⁎ʔ༄: ??? ok now ur being dramatic??? what's wrong???
JungHoe ( ^ω^ ): hyung
JungHoe ( ^ω^ ): i'm starving
JungHoe ( ^ω^ ): like actually starving
JungHoe ( ^ω^ ): it feels like there's a brick in my stomach where yummy food should be
JungHoe ( ^ω^ ): !!!!! if u love me u’ll take me w u 2 get food
Gigi ʕ⁎̯͡⁎ʔ༄: (*´-`) that was all?
JungHoe ( ^ω^ ): hyung i'm dying just say yes so i can start walking to ur car
Gigi ʕ⁎̯͡⁎ʔ༄: hurry up ya hungry ho im abt to leave
JungHoe ( ^ω^ ): be there in 5 ♡
//
“Can I get two hamburger meals with cheese?”
“My milkshake! Don't forget the milkshake!”
Hoseok whisper yelled, which was less of a whisper yell and more of an actual yell, but on a Hoseok scale it was pretty reasonable.
“...and can you make one of the sodas a chocolate milkshake instead?” Yoongi spoke into the to-go order kiosk.
“Sure. Your total will be $13.82 at the window,” a young woman’s voice chirped over the mic.
Yoongi groaned internally. His poor, innocent wallet.
“Thank you love,” Hoseok said, sipping happily at his bundle of chocolatey goodness once Yoongi made it out of the line.
Yoongi hummed in acknowledgment, trying his best to ignore the weird smacking sounds from next to him (Hoseok even drank loudly, the guy probably slept loudly too) as he pulled his car to a stop a few blocks from their school.
“ Gigi, be honest,” Hoseok started, hollowing his cheeks to slurp the last bit of his drink before putting it down, “How long are you gonna keep pining after Jimin? It's been what, a year already? Why torture yourself by staying his friend, and taking him out? I like the kid, but I hate seeing you hurt.”
“ I'm not pining Seokie. No matter what… he's still my friend. It's not fair for me to keep trying to force him into things,” Yoongi sighed, gazing out his car window as he bit into his burger.
“I don't know what you think the word pining means but moping and spending the entire night furiously scratching lyrics into your notebook, and crying into said notebook sounds pretty close to the definition of pining to me,” Hoseok said, munching happily away at his burger.
“It's really fine. My heart just needs to get with the program,” Yoongi shrugged, flicking Hoseok on the exposed skin of his arm. “Also, for your information, that notebook has other things too. Not just emo lyrics about my feelings.”
Other things, like lists. Yoongi likes making lists. He’s a pretty organized guy. He’s got an excel sheet for different types of vacation packing, and he’s categorized his socks by type and colour. He takes particular pride in his list of “ Things the World Could’ve Gone Without,” which is updated on a weekly basis. The number one thing highlighted, circled, and underlined on said list? Feelings.
Of course, having harbored very strong (see: borderline obsessive ) unrequited feelings for Jimin over the past year stung, and despite Yoongi being able to stay somewhat sane around Jimin these days, the feelings were still there.
Yoongi wasn’t dumb, he was well aware that you can't help how you feel. Jimin couldn't help that he didn't feel the same, just how Yoongi couldn't help that the more Jimin relaxed into their friendship, the more of him (the real him, not Yoongi’s fantasy version) that he let him see, the more Yoongi fell.
“You are not ‘fine’ Gigi. It’s been a year and your heart clearly doesn’t even know that there is a program,” Hoseok countered, picking at the crumbs littering Yoongi’s car seat.
Yoongi chuckled, reaching over and smushing his finger against Hoseok’s top lip.
“Your lips are doing the “^” mark thing, stop worrying so much. I can handle myself, even when it comes to Jimin,” Yoongi said, stuffing the last bit of his burger in his mouth and rummaging through the bag for napkins.
Hoseok reached over the middle console, grabbing at the last of Yoongi’s fries and stuffed them in his mouth before the older could protest.
“Fine. Whatever you say hyung. I just want you to be happy,” Hoseok said, fastening his seatbelt as Yoongi started his car, making his way back to school.
“Well, I guess that makes two of us Seokie.”
//
*one new message*
[Chat: GoldenBoys ☆ ]
Jungshookie (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵): hyuuuuuuung
Jungshookie (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵): HYUUUUUUUNG
Jungshookie (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵): GOLDENHYUUUUUNG
JungHoe ( ^ω^ ): u rang?
Jungshookie (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵): today’s the day
JungHoe ( ^ω^ ): ???
Jungshookie (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵): u kno jimin and yoongi hyung hv another date today rite
Jungshookie (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵): jimin literally would not shut up abt it at dance practice
JungHoe ( ^ω^ ): /another/ date? they're just going to get food and hang out like always. doesn't mean jimin's magically caught feelings
Jungshookie (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵): shh jus b happy yoongi hyung can finally stop looking like a kicked puppy every time jimin looks away for two seconds
Jungshookie (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵): all their food dates hv been dates for jimin. get to knnow u typa shit
Jungshookie (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵): hyung i will bet u actual real life dollars on this. ik u kno jimin but i Know jimin, its gonna happen
…
JungHoe ( ^ω^ ): how much we talkin?
Jungshookie (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵): 20 bucks
JungHoe ( ^ω^ ): …
JungHoe ( ^ω^ ): oh ur so on
//
“ I don't think I can even look, at another pancake after that. Fuck, I feel like my stomach might explode,” Jimin said, rubbing said sore tummy while Yoongi drove them back to his house.
“I told you to stop after the third one but no~ someone was determined,” Yoongi chuckled, reaching over to poke Jimin in his side.
“Well, you said you were paying and I couldn't have you pay and not have the decency to at least eat it all. What kind of heathen do you take me for? Mama raised me better than that,” Jimin said, “Thank you for dinner though, really. This was nice of you.”
“No problem,” Yoongi said, rolling to a stop at a red light.
The beauty of going into the city was, well, the city itself. There was so much to do, so many things to explore, and Yoongi couldn't help but imagine trying them all with Jimin.
The downside however, was that doing said things with a boy who, despite being his friend, was a privilege, not a right. He wasn’t truly his, and he held no obligation to force Yoongi out of his hermit shell of an existence. But still, a young man could always dream.
I really reallyreallyreallyreally really like you.
And I want you, do you want me, do you want me too?
“Hey, turn it up a little,” Jimin said, wiggling in his seat as he danced to the music playing softly from Yoongi’s stereo system.
Yoongi blanched, scoffing at the beautiful boy sitting beside him.
“Are you fucking kidding me? This song is terrible. Trash. 0/10 would never listen to.”
Jimin giggled, smacking Yoongi softly in his arm.
“Come on~ don't be such a sour puss,” Jimin said, reaching over to turn the dial himself.
“I really really really really really really like you
And I want you, do you want me, do you want me too?” Jimin belted, swaying along with the song as Yoongi peered at the sun dipping below the horizon, imagining a world where he could turn off his ears.
“You're such a nerd oh my god,” Yoongi snickered, accepting his fate as a person with ears that could hear even the most horrid of tunes.
Jimin only sang louder as the song went on, giggles escaping his lips anytime he'd look over and notice Yoongi grimacing at him. His eyes screamed a million things, but Jimin only cared about one.
“ I really really really really really really like you, Yoongi… I want you, do you want me? Say you still want me too ,” Jimin said, reaching over the middle console to run his fingers over Yoongi’s hand resting on the gear shift.
Yoongi actually got into the song, swaying along with Jimin as he sang lyrics that would never be applied to him. Jimin would never seriously say- wait, what?
“Are… you're- are you being serious right now?” Yoongi asked, glancing down at Jimin’s fingers dancing slowly across his skin, setting every inch ablaze with soft touches.
“Deadass,” Jimin said, shaking his head when he realized he'd said “deadass” in a non-ironic way, “I mean, yes, I'm serious. One-hundred percent. I like you Yoongi, and if you still like me after all my shit, then… I'd love to be your boyfriend, if you'll let me be.”
Yoongi turned his gaze to the road ahead, opting to watch the madness that was Friday night rush hour rather than looking at the boy beside him, “Why'd you… reject me then . So many times I mean. If you didn't like me then, then why now?” Yoongi said, voice soft even to his own ears.
Jimin sighed softly, picking at the loose strings hanging from the rips in his jeans.
“It was just kind of intimidating, you know? You're older, and your older friends all talk you up all the time and were so... in my face about dating you. I just wanted everyone to leave me alone to make the decision on my own. You can be kind of intense sometimes too…”
Yoongi frowned, confused at Jimin’s statement. Him, intense? Okay, that's just- probably… accurate.
“I-”
“Wait, I want to say this to you,” Jimin said, taking in a deep breath, “The idea of love terrifies me. It always has. My parents aren't together and when my mom finally thought she found love she ended up divorced. I just never wanted to feel hurt that way, you know? But you, you come in, and you tell me I'm gorgeous, and that I deserve all these wonderful things in life I've never even allowed myself to dream about. You make me happy, and laugh, and want… more. I want more with you Yoongi and I've been so scared but, I'm not scared anymore. I’m ready for this. I just needed time that you and everyone else were refusing to give me. Oh, you can turn,” Jimin said, pointing up at the now nonexistent line of cars.
“You're amazing, and I'm so glad we've become such good friends during this time… I know it had to have sucked but this was nice. Getting to know you for you, and having you get to know me outside of the idea you had of me. This is all I could ever ask for,” Jimin said, nodding his head a little to himself, a soft smile gracing his features, “I'm sorry I made you wait so long, but I wouldn't have been the person I am right now had I accepted your confession the first time. I needed to grow, we needed to grow... I just hope I'm worth it.”
Yoongi stared at Jimin as they rolled to another stop, his eyes opening almost comically wide.
“A-are you serious? You’re sure you don't like… hate me or think I’m gross or something?”
Jimin laughed, his eyes closing and his head tipping back in that way that made Yoongi’s heart skip a beat (or three).
“No Yoongi, I think you're the beautiful one. You're worthy of so much love and affection and all the goodness in the world honestly and I just hope I can give you that. I hope I'm a good enough boyfriend to you,” Jimin said, looking at Yoongi with a fondness that stole the older boy’s breath away.
Yoongi was in desperate need of an inhaler ASAP. Hello, 911? Yes, Park Jimin was an adorable little angel who Yoongi was sure would be the cause of his premature untimely death, send help.
A loud honk from behind him ripped Yoongi out of his daze, forcing him to focus on the tedious task that was driving. Jimin. Park Jimin thought he wasn't good enough for Min Yoongi. What kind of twilight zone ass shit was-
“Yoongi, I really do like you a lot. I'm not kidding, I don't want you to think I'm joking or anything. I'm serious, I want us to be… us.”
“ Us ?” Yoongi croaked, his brain unable to fully put together a logical sentence.
“Yes,” Jimin said, intertwining his fingers with those on Yoongi’s free hand, “us.”
Yoongi shook his head jerkily, signaling as he cut across traffic to get to his turn.
“Us. Okay, us. Yes, good. I'm- yeah. Us,” Yoongi choked out, feeling the heat rising from his chest to his face. Fuck, he was a part of an us. An us with Park Jimin no less.
“Okay, so, us. We are an us now. You're my boyfriend, and I'm your boyfriend,” Jimin said, smiling his adorable squinty smile, his eyes completely disappearing at the force of his cheesing.
“Boyfriends…” Yoongi started, “We’re boyfriends.”
“Everyone's new favorite boyfriends,” Jimin said, picking up his phone to take a picture of his and Yoongi’s intertwined fingers.
“Okay, no more radio. I'm radioed out,” Jimin said,
“Can we listen to your music? You listen to the best music.”
“We listen to a lot of the same type of stuff,” Yoongi said, plugging his phone into the AUX and starting his “ Vibes” playlist. The first few beats of electronic hip hop music had Jimin wriggling around in his seat, bouncing around even in the confined space.
Sober kids with sober thoughts
And it's okay 'cause baby, I got what you want
“ I like this song a lot,” Jimin said, singing along as he increased the volume.
Good music, “I got that!”
Good head, “...no comment,” Jimin said, shaking his body with his giggles.
Sweet chains, “you got that,” Yoongi picked up.
Want beef, Jimin jumped in, “ I'm 'bout that!”
Yoongi glanced over, fully enamoured with the spectacle that was Park Jimin, his boyfriend, Park Jimin, rapping along to one of his favorite songs by one of his favorite artists. His favorite singing his favorites.
The setting sun cast beautiful reds and oranges across the sky, framing Jimin’s silhouette beautifully and bathing him in golden rays. Yoongi wanted nothing more than to cement the moment in a photo, alas, he was driving which meant green lights were a thing, and he liked Jimin way too much to put him in danger over a photo. He'd have many chances to make up for this lost photo opportunity anyway.
Jimin was his, all his, finally. Not just for a moment, but for as long as he was allowed. He wanted this to last forever.
“Hey, the song ended,” Jimin said, smiling fondly as he caressed the back of Yoongi’s hand, slowly stroking his small fingers across Yoongi’s longer thicker ones.
Yoongi let Jimin take his phone, giving him the chance to pick another song of his choosing.
Passion burning, causing rapture of laughter
Pressure building, falling faster and faster
If I told you that you rock my world, I want you around me
Would you let me call you my girl, my girlfriend, my girlfriend?
I can give you the life you deserve, just say the word, baby
And I got you, darling, I got you.
Jimin rolled down his window, sticking his arm out the window to “ride the current” as he sang along to what he’d mentally deemed their song.
He looked so peaceful in that moment, the calm on his face fixing his features in a way that were beautiful beyond description. His bubblegum pink hair highlighted the dusty pink of his cheeks, and brought out the honey tone of his skin in a way that mingled wonderfully with the orange of the setting sun. Yoongi had finally gotten him, this beautiful human, both inside and out, was his.
It was going to be one hell of a summer. One hell of a lifetime… maybe? Maybe.
//
[Chat: GoldenBoys ☆ ]
Jungshookie (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵): run me my money hyung
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JungHoe ( ^ω^ ): choke