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Yoongi is so tired. His back aches and his hair is a mess of sweat and chicken grease, and he would very much like to be in his own apartment, standing beneath his showerhead, jerking off loudly into the stream.

Instead, Yoongi is stuck in an elevator with the person he would put at the top of his list of people who he would really rather not be stuck in an elevator with. And that is to say, he's imagined this scenario before, and it had usually ended with him wrenching the doors open, powered by superhuman strength gifted to him by his neighbours annoying ways.

You see, for months now, Yoongi has had a fued with his next door neighbour.

It had started with a passive aggressive note left on his door one night after recipe testing until 3am, and had evolved into a childish game of back and forth wherein they both constantly tried to fuck the other over again and again. Most of these interactions hadn’t even occurred face to face due to their wildly differing schedules, it had just been letters and loud noises, scowls in the hallway and reports to the building manager who had blocked both of their emails by this point. But it was a feud nonetheless, and Yoongi had been concerned he would lose his apartment because of his neighbours crazy accusations.

Yoongi worked late, and that was the fact of the matter, he couldn't help that sometimes dinner for him was at way past midnight, and his cravings were that of a chef who had been surrounded by fancy high-end food for the last 10 hours. He couldn't help if he clattered pans or slammed the microwave or turned his old, loud dishwasher on.

Seokjin, the neighbour, didn't have the same excuse. He blamed it on the thin walls when he would loudly smack his yoga mat against the back of his sofa, or it was Yoongi's fault when the trash shoot was backed up, even if he had no proof of that. As far as Yoongi could tell, Seokjin worked a 9-5 office job, and entertained friends loudly on the specific days Yoongi had off from work.

When Yoongi had taken the elevator down on is way to work, he'd noticed the sign scheduling it for maintenance, but he hadn't thought much of it then, he'd just assumed that by the time he got home, it would be fixed. It had been unfortunate timing that just as he was stepping into the elevator, Seokjin had jogged in, low cut silk button up bouncing and revealing almost his entire chest. They don't look at each other, not even a scowl this time, but Yoongi can feel Seokjin's stare burning into the back of his head.

The first three levels are normal, and then on the fourth, the elevator stops before reaching the floor, a loud clunk and shudder making its way through the metal room as it halts and the lights dim, emitting a reddish glow.

'Are you serious?' Seokjin huffs, his voice making Yoongi jump. 'I thought they fixed this today.'

'Clearly they didn't.' Yoongi breathes out, crossing his arms over his chest. He's tired, he doesn't need this today, it had been stressful. One of his line chefs had called in sick and they had gotten behind on prep, he hadn't eaten properly because instead of eating family meal with the rest of the staff, he had skipped it to ensure they would be ready to open.

Of course, Seokjin doesn't know that, nor would he be likely to care, so he huffs and complains and Yoongi ignores him until Seokjin steps in front of him and pushes the emergency button. The panel says it's supposed to connect them to someone who can help but it just struggles out a static sound and goes silent. Seokjin keeps pressing it until it makes no noise at all.

'I don't think breaking the button is going to help.' Yoongi points out, he reads the panel again and takes out his phone. 'I'll call him.'

The phone rings twice, and then goes to answer phone. Yoongi patiently leaves a message, and sighs. The man must be asleep, it is nearing 1 in the morning, he's surprised even Seokjin is up this late. By the looks of his outfit, and the smudge of eyeshadow on his eyelids, he'd probably been on his way home from somewhere fancy.

'What are you staring at?' Seokjin frowns, he leans up against the elevator wall, inspecting Yoongi in the same way Yoongi had been inspecting him.

'He didn't pick up. He's probably sleeping.'

'Figures, nothing in this building ever works.' Seokjin rolls his eyes.

'Isn't that usually my fault?'

That makes Seokjin scoff, 'you're easy to blame, little guy.'

'Little guy?!'

Seokjin stands up straight, and he is taller than Yoongi by at least a few inches.

'Little guy.' He repeats. 'guess we're stuck in here.'

'I guess, I'll keep calling.' Yoongi tries another four times, and then just as he's realising it might be quicker to call the fire department, his phone dies. 'Shit. Do you have your phone?'

Seokjin pulls his from his pocket, 'dead.'

'We could yell for help?'

'I don't think anyone will hear us, we're between floors.' Seokjin sighs, 'do you think it's gonna drop?' He asks, looking up at the ceiling, he tries to jump a little to reach the panel, but his fingers only brush over the ceiling.

'It's probably an electrical issue if it's anything.' Yoongi points out, 'I'm just tired, I need to sleep.'

'Perhaps if you didn't stay up all night cooking then-.'

'I'm literally a chef.'

'So? I'm an office manager? Do you see me answering phone calls at 3am?'

'I mean I don't finish work until late, though you know that.'

'I do, and I know you have mondays and tuesdays off.' Seokjin says proudly.

'Do you stalk me?' Yoongi deadpans. He isn't surprised by that, it's just a confirmation of what he already knew, Seokjin was going out of his way to ruin Yoongi's days off.

'As if!' He laughs, 'don't flatter yourself, you're not that interesting.'

'You seem to be pretty interested in me considering.' Yoongi points out.

'Considering what?'

Yoongi frowns, 'nothing, lets just- just stay quiet and it'll be over soon.' He takes off his jacket and lays it down on the elevator floor so he can sit on it. Seokjin sits too, looking everywhere but at Yoongi's face. The silence is almost unbearable, even with Yoongi closing his eyes, he can feel Seokjin fidgeting nearby and it makes him anxious.

'What kind of food do you cook? Korean?'

'Aren't I the older one here? Shouldn't you address me with more respect?' Yoongi frowns, not even opening his eyes.

'Whens your birthday?'

'9th of March, 93.'

'Ha!' Seokjin practically yells, '4th December, 92.'

'I'm not calling you Hyung.' Yoongi grimaces.

'Seokjin-ssi.' Seokjin sing songs, 'Seokjin-ssi, it isn't me who broke the trash chute, it isn't me who wakes you up every thursday at 3am, Seokjin-ssi.' Seokjin mocks, making his voice high and whiny.

'It wasn't, Seokjin-ssi.' Yoongi deadpans, 'You have no proof I did any of those things, Seokjin-ssi.'

Seokjin chuckles, 'no but you're fun to mess with.'

'I'm fun?'

'To mess with, don't twist my words.' Seokjin scowls.

'Sure, sure.' Yoongi cautions a smile and leans more into the wall, getting comfortable. He feels himself drifting when a loud gurgle erupts from Seokjin's stomach.

'Don't laugh.' Seokjin mumbles. Yoongi laughs.

'Are you hungry?'

'I was gonna order something when I got home.' Seokjin shrugs, 'drinking makes me hungry.' Yoongi had been right about him being out tonight.

'I have something in my bag if you want it.' Yoongi offers. He finally opens his eyes and looks over at Seokjin. The man is relaxed, Yoongi thinks this is the first time he's ever seen him calm, and he thinks it looks nice on his pretty face.

'Is it poisoned?' He asks, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. Yoongi can't tell if he's joking or not.

'No, I made it before service, but didn't get a chance to eat it. It's nothing fancy, just some pasta.' Yoongi rummages in his bag and takes out the tub. It's just some leftover pasta from a dish, some sauce he'd thrown together from ingredients that he can't recall, and some herbs. 'I only have chopsticks to eat with.'

'You're really gonna share with me?' Seokjin asks.

'Of course, why wouldn't I?'

'I don't know, we've got that whole neighbourly feud going on. It's like a friendly offer, a white flag if you will.'

Yoongi scoffs, 'it's just pasta.'

Seokjin looks at him, really looks at him for probably the first time and smiles shyly.

'Thanks.' The tub is brought out and Seokjin scoots over so he's shoulder to shoulder with Yoongi. He always carries chopsticks with him, in case he has to eat on his way to work or has to taste something and there aren't any around. He hands Seokjin a pair, pops the lid of the tub and they dig in.

'Sorry it's nothing fancy.' Yoongi says.

'It's good!' Seokjin praises, 'maybe you can cook something properly for me, you know, to make up for all the banging around.'

Yoongi chuckles, 'okay, sure.'

'So um, what plans did you have for this evening?' Seokjin asks, reaching into the tub to grab a few more pieces of pasta, 'I mean, I get that being stuck in this elevator with me is probably more exciting than anything else but-.'

'I was genuinely just going to jerk off in the shower and then sleep.' Yoongi says bluntly, turning just in time to see the tips of Seokjin's ears turn red. He nearly spits out his mouthful of food.

'You're a menace! I'll sue you for causing me to choke to death!' Seokjin cries, leaning against Yoongi as his words cause him to cough.

'There's no shame in masturbation Seokjin-ssi, it's very normal, everyone does it.' Yoongi teases.

'I hate you.' Seokjin mumbles.

'Why?' Yoongi wiggles his eyebrows, 'you're thinking about me jerking off?'

'Shut up!' Seokjin shoves Yoongi's shoulder, and he nearly falls off to the side with how hard he's laughing.

'Fine, fine.' Yoongi sighs. 'What about you? What were you going to do?'

Seokjin's face falls a little. 'Just go to bed,' He pauses for a second, as if he's deciding on whether he should continue, 'I went to this dumb party.'

'Why is it dumb?'

'We're practically enemies I can't tell you my embarrassing story, you'll use it against me.' Seokjin hesitates, placing the chopsticks into the now empty tub. Yoongi quickly puts it away and turns his attention back to the conversation.

'True, I might,' Yoongi ponders, 'but I'm also a good listener, and, well, we don't really have much else to do.' 

‘If you tell anyone else I will skin you alive.’ Seokjin threatens.

‘Kinky.’ 

‘You know what-.’

‘Sorry, sorry, go ahead.’ Yoongi chuckles. He clears his throat and tries his best to keep a straight face. 

‘I like this guy.’ Seokjin sighs, ‘and he invited me to his party, and I thought he had been flirting with me at work.’ 

‘I knew you were into guys.’ Yoongi says, ‘continue.’ 

‘Anyway, I get there and he gets me a drink, we’re chatting, getting a bit flirty and touchy and I’m thinking he’s gonna take me to his bedroom, you know?’

‘Yeah.’ Yoongi gulps, feeling protective over Seokjin all of a sudden. 

‘But instead he asks me to dance and you wouldn’t know this about me, but dancing is not my thing. My arms are too long and I have no hand eye coordination, I just flail.’ Seokjin frowns, ‘he made fun of me. Told me I look stupid. Told me I should flirt with someone more on my level.’

‘Fuck that guy.’ Yoongi groans, ‘seriously, Seokjin. You’re beautiful, I highly doubt this guy was good enough for you, the only way that makes sense is if he means someone better than him.’ 

Seokjin hesitates a smile, ‘thanks, I think.’ 

‘I hope you don’t ever give him your time of day again, in fact, pinky swear to me!’ Yoongi twists and holds out his finger.

‘I swear.’ Seokjin wraps his pinky around Yoongi's, meeting his gaze until they collapse into a fit of giggles. ‘You’re not so bad when you’re not being an asshole.’ Seokjin admits. 

‘Thanks.’ Yoongi feels his cheeks burning and he looks away. ‘maybe when we get out of this death trap, we could start over?’ 

‘I’d like that.’ Seokjin clears his throat, 'Do you think we'll ever get out?'

'I mean, somebody will need to use it eventually, right?' Yoongi smiles, 'we probably have a few hours at least, we could try shouting for help I suppose.'

'I don't think there's any point.'

Yoongi nods in agreement, 'so, what now?'

'Sleep?' Seokjin suggests, 'my butts already numb from sitting here though.'

'Must suck to be an old man.' Yoongi teases, liking the way Seokjin smiles in return. The casual banter between them feels somewhat intimate, Yoongi likes the back and forth now that it's more friendly than anything. Truth be told he doesn't think he had ever truly disliked Seokjin, the fight between them was always sort of fun, the constant tension, the excitement of wondering whether the pretty neighbour had left another note on his door. For him at the very least, there was rarely any actual hatred behind his actions.

'I can't stop thinking about you jerking off man.' Seokjin blurts, and Yoongi's mind goes completely blank. He turns towards his neighbour and blinks.

'What?'

'Don't act all surprised! You were the one who mentioned it, and I was planning to get off with someone tonight, I can't help it.'

'You're so weird.' Yoongi mumbles, turning away to hide how hard he's blushing once again. He doesn't believe he's blushed this much in a long time, usually he was pretty stoic and detached, a calmness about him, or something like cool but not exactly that. He frowns and runs his hand over his face, resisting the urge to completely hide himself behind it. 'Why are you even imagining that? I was just kidding.'

'Oh so you weren't going to?' Seokjin sounds almost surprised, 'I didn't wanna say earlier but, well, the walls are thin, you know?'

'Excuse me?' Yoongi reels backwards, 'are you implying that you've heard..?'

'Only like, twice.'

'Why did you listen?!'

Seokjin shrugs, 'it was kinda hot.'

'I am simply imagining this,' Yoongi mumbles to himself, 'there is no way hot enemy neighbour listens to me jerk off. The earth is going to swallow me whole, I will cease to exist, release me from this mortal plane-.'

'Relax.' Seokjin chuckles, 'like you said, it's natural.'

'I still don't want anyone to hear me! It's private!'

Seokjin shoves Yoongi's shoulder, 'maybe you could show me that after you cook for me.'

Yoongi chokes on his own tongue and nearly passes out. This is not at all how he had expected his evening to go, in fact, this is the farthest from any situation he could ever have imagined unfolding with him and Seokjin locked in a room together.

'No.'

'Oh come on, you were all confident not even ten minutes ago, now you're shy?' Seokjin smirks and it's so attractive Yoongi wants to cry.

'I didn't think you would actually think about it!' Yoongi admits, 'I'm so embarrassed right now.' And turned on, Yoongi thinks, but he doesn't say that out loud.

'I told you about getting rejected, I think it's only fair.'

'It's not the same at all.' Yoongi slumps further back against the elevator wall and lets out a heavy sigh, 'I don't wanna talk about this anymore.'

'I do.' Seokjin grins, 'how big are you?'

'I'm not telling you!' Yoongi cries, throwing his hands protectively over his crotch.

'Show me then.' Seokjin says, and all trace of sarcasm is gone from his voice. Yoongi stares at him for what feels like hours, trying to deduce exactly what it is that's happening between them right now. He decides on boredom, a culmination of months of tension that perhaps could be considered sexual, and because Seokjin hadn't gotten to sleep with the guy from the party.

'You're serious.' Yoongi states.

'Well, what else is there to do?'

'You disliked me an hour ago.'

'I never disliked you, it was, you know, friendly banter.' Seokjin tries to hold back his laughter.

'You tried to get me kicked out!' Yoongi protests, though his resolve to do so any further is fading fast.

'I wouldn't have gone that far.' Seokjin turns so he's facing Yoongi better and leans back on his hands. 'You were gonna get off, so was I, now we're stuck here together for the night...'

'What exactly are you suggesting?'

'You have pretty lips, I have a pretty cock, I just think we could do something with that.'

Yoongi feels his head spinning at the thought. Seokjin looks at him like he wants to eat him, and Yoongi realises the expression he wears doesn't differ much from the way he had looked at him before, the scowls in the hallway, the glares when they would pass in the lobby.

'Okay.' Yoongi breathes out, 'you make a good point.'

'Here.' Seokjin says, unbuttoning the few buttons on his shirt. He hands it to Yoongi and gestures at the camera in the corner. 'Cover it.'

Yoongi can't stop staring at his chest. He barely looks away as he tosses the shirt carelessly over the camera. His mouth feels dry.

'You're so hot.' Yoongi mumbles, he knows he must look angry, he can feel the way his face is screwed up, but really he's just deep in thought, and all of his thoughts are about Seokjin's muscular, broad chest.

'I know.' Seokjin sighs, 'you are too.'

'What?' Yoongi blinks, briefly glancing away from Seokjin's chest to look at his face.

'You're so hot, even if you smell kind of like fried chicken.'

Yoongi grimaces, 'sorry.'

'Forgiven, get on your knees.' Seokjin demands, and Yoongi doesn't hesitate to do as he's told.

The elevator floor is hard on his knees but Yoongi tolerates it. He watches as Seokjin undoes his tight jeans, pulling them down just enough to pull his cock out. He hadn't been wearing underwear, Yoongi briefly considers how uncomfortable that would be, but then Seokjin's stroking himself, rubbing the tip of his cock against Yoongi's lips, and he can't think about anything else. He had been right, Seokjin, his cock is pretty, and Yoongi thinks he must be pretty, looking up at Seokjin, his mouth open and waiting, eyes wide.

He's never usually this pliant, and would generally be the one taking the lead and more in charge, but Yoongi doesn't mind it so much with Seokjin. In fact, he thinks he likes it more this way. Seokjin uses his free hand to tilt Yoongi's face more, and now that he's fully hard, he pushes the tip of his cock into Yoongi's mouth. Seokjin groans lowly at the warmth, a pretty sound that bounces off of the metal walls around them, filling the space.

Yoongi takes a second to think and then starts to suck eagerly, gripping Seokjin's hips tight to steady himself. He licks around the head as it balances on his lips and surges forward, his tongue flat against the underside of Seokjin's length. He thinks that it must feel so good, knowing how much he had enjoyed being sucked off like this before, and Yoongi can't help but roll his hips forward ever so slightly, barely getting any pressure from the front of his cotton pants.

'So gorgeous.' Seokjin mumbles, caressing the side of Yoongi's face, 'I've always thought you were so gorgeous.'

Yoongi smiles lopsidedly, his mouth still full. He swallows hard and Seokjin shakes, throwing his head back at the feeling of his cock being pressed against the back of Yoongi's throat as he bobs back and forth. He knows he's doing a good job, Yoongi has had a lot of practice with this, he enjoys giving more than receiving a lot of the time, and Seokjin seems to be very appreciative, if his low moans are anything to go by. Yoongi moves faster and then slower, alternating between sucking and licking the head, focusing on the vein on the underside of Seokjin's length. He takes what he can't in his mouth in his hand, jerking Seokjin off and pleasuring him with his mouth. Yoongi wants so bad, he wants to tell Seokjin he can fuck his face, that he can be rough and Yoongi can take it, but he's shy, and part of him hopes that if he doesn't say anything now, then there will definitely be a next time.

Seokjin moans Yoongi's name in a way he's never heard it said before, it's so sensual and so sweet all at once, Yoongi wants to swallow the sound whole, kiss Seokjin's lips as he speaks, he wants to hear him calling Yoongi that way again and again.

Yoongi doesn't see any reason not to, so reaches down with one hand, palming himself through his trousers. He desperately wants more, a pillow or something to grind up against, just to release some of the tension bubbling in his tummy. Seokjin seems to notice his movements, glancing past Yoongi's lips and down to the ground.

'You're bored already?' He asks, voice dryer now than it had been before. Yoongi shakes his head, letting Seokjin's length fall from his lips and slap messily against his cheek, leaving a trail of spit.

'No!' Yoongi protests, taking his hand away, he doesn't want Seokjin to think that at all, 'just hurts, that's all.'

'Stand, come here.' Seokjin steps back and Yoongi does as he's told. Hands find there way around his waist, and unexpectedly, Seokjin is kissing him. It very nearly takes Yoongi's breath away with how sudden it is. He's pushed back against the wall, and Seokjin lifts one of Yoongi's legs to fit around his waist. He's never been handled like this by anyone, and he can't deny that there is something so incredibly sexy about the way Seokjin just takes what he wants like that.

They kiss slowly at first, finding a rhythm between the gasps and smiles. Seokjin's lips are pouty and plump, whereas Yoongi's are more doll-like, and they fit together almost perfectly. After a few minutes, where hands roam and Yoongi can't help but reach over to grab at Seokjin's bare chest, Seokjin grows with confidence and pushes his tongue into Yoongi's mouth, tangling them together and causing Yoongi to moan. Yoongi doesn't think he's ever been kissed like this either, Seokjin is a whirlwind of surprises, and Yoongi likes that a lot.

By the time they pull away, they're both panting into the space between them, resting their foreheads together.

'Why haven't we been doing this since we met?' Seokjin asks, and he looks so pretty with swollen lips and flushed cheeks, Yoongi almost doesn't answer.

'Well we won't waste anymore time then.' Yoongi breathes, and it makes Seokjin giggle.

'What now?' He asks, hips rolling forward, 'you want me to suck you off too?'

Yoongi shakes his head, 'just- just touch me.'

So Seokjin does. He doesn't hesitate to unbutton Yoongi's trousers and pull them down to the same level as his own. Even the slight movement, so close to his cock but not close enough, makes Yoongi shiver and gasp.

'You're so sensitive.' Seokjin whispers, pressing his face into Yoongi's neck. His breath tickles the skin there and Yoongi leans into the warmth.

'It's been a long day.' Yoongi replies, distracted by the long fingers making their way into his underwear. When Seokjin finally touches him, Yoongi moans loudly. He wraps a hand around Yoongi's length and pumps slowly between them, his grip lazy and messy, but so good.

'Pretty.' Seokjin says, and then he moves his hand faster, and Yoongi's thighs start to shake. 'Wanna hear you make those pretty sounds when I fuck you.'

'Ah, Hyung-.' Yoongi gasps, the heat in the pit of his stomach burning hotter with each of Seokjin's words.

'Would make you feel so good.' Seokjin continues, his free hand moving from Yoongi's hip to squeeze at his ass, 'finger you until you're good and stretched, begging for my cock.'

'Yes-yes.'

'Think you're so sensitive you'll cum just from my fingers right?'

Yoongi whines and his hips roll forward into Seokjin's hand, 'yes, Hyung.'

'You can cum twice, right baby? If Hyung wants to fuck you?'

'Can cum twice, yeah.' Yoongi feels his orgasm building, he can't stop thrusting forward into Seokjin's hand, and he tightens his grip, letting Yoongi do as he pleases.

'Good boy.' Yoongi keens at the praise, and turns his head, searching for Seokjin's lips. They kiss messily, more tongue and teeth than anything else, but it feels good, Yoongi can't imagine how much better this will be when they aren't so restricted by position.

'Hyung, I'm close.' Yoongi warns, trying to slow down his thrusts.

'Why don't you use your hands and touch both of us, yeah?' Seokjin suggests, and Yoongi nods, fumbling between them to take Seokjin's cock in his hand next to his own.

Seokjin moves closer, and kneads at Yoongi's ass as they kiss again. Yoongi knows he's not moving his hand in a way that requires much tact, he's just pressing his cock against Seokjin's and moving as much as he can between them, but it feels good, he feels good, so close to cumming he can feel the edge approaching with every second.

'Your cook feels amazing next to mine.' Seokjin says against Yoongi's lips, 'wait-.' He stops Yoongi's hand and brings it to his lips, spitting into his palm and letting go. Yoongi does the same, and when he returns his hand to its previous position, the glide is much smoother.

'Oh.' Yoongi groans, 'oh, that feels good.'

'I'll remember to bring lube next time we're stuck in an elevator together.' Seokjin teases, his words breathy and laboured. Yoongi thinks he must be close too, so he moves his hand faster and brings the other to Seokjin's hip, pulling him closer and guiding his hips so he can thrust into Yoongi's hand. Yoongi looks between them, admiring the view. Seokjin's cock is bigger than Yoongi's not by much, maybe an inch, but Yoongi's is thicker, and they look good pressed together, he can't help but think that.

'I'm gonna cum.' Yoongi says, suddenly realising how close he is. He gasps as his orgasm hits, sending a shiver throughout his entire body. He thinks he's moaning, but he can't hear, can't see anything but stars and Seokjin's lips, moving to meet his own as he spills between them. He doesn't hesitate to spread his cum along Seokjin's length and keep going, the glide so wet and sticky and hot.

'Fuck, wow.' Seokjin groans, 'so good, so good, I'm close.'

'Yeah?' Yoongi says, voice barely a whisper. Less than a minute after Yoongi, Seokjin cums too, moaning Yoongi's name and thrusting hard into his hand, forcing Yoongi back against the elevator wall with the force of his hips. They kiss lazily as he comes down, breath heavy and hands shaky. They try not to think about the mess between them, just focusing on how sensitive they feel, how each touch and brush of the lips feels like electricity passing between them, completing a circuit.

'I could kiss you like this forever.' Seokjin admits, 'but we're sticky.'

'Yeah.' Yoongi chuckles, 'I have some hand wipes in my bag, go grab them.' Seokjin does as he's told and once they've cleaned up as best they can, and Seokjin has retrieved his shirt, they sit back down, both crowding onto Yoongi's laid out jacket. It feels a little awkward, Yoongi isn't sure whether he can lean against Seokjin, or initiate casual contact so he sits straight, back against the cold metal wall and hands fidgeting at his side.

'You don't regret it, right?' Seokjin asks.

'Of course not.' Yoongi tries to smile, but he feels shy all of a sudden.

'We should probably talk about what all of that meant at some point but I'm tired.' Seokjin sighs and adjusts his position. He brings an arm around Yoongi's shoulder and pulls him close, letting Yoongi rest his head against his chest.

When the elevator starts up again, making its way to the fourth floor, neither of them pay it any mind. The door opens and the building manager calls there names, causing them both to stir. Yoongi's butt is numb and his hands are cold, but Seokjin is still holding him, and is still so warm. They stumble to there apartments, and Seokjin pauses at Yoongi's door.

'You wanna grab a coffee later?' He asks, fidgeting with his hands.

Yoongi smiles wide, 'sounds good, Hyung.' Seokjin smiles too.

'I, um, I'm sorry for being so mean to you all that time.' Seokjin says, rubbing the back of his neck now, his demeanour entirely too nervous.

'It's all good.' Yoongi nods, 'though I have always wondered what hate fucking would be like.'

Seokjin chokes on his own tongue and Yoongi laughs.

'I'd like to get to know you.' Seokjin admits, 'and I think I'd like for it to be more than friendly, if you understand.'

'Oh, you want to date me, Seokjin-ssi?' Yoongi teases, he leans back against his door and looks Seokjin up and down, 'suppose I could do much worse than you.'

'You called me beautiful earlier, I'll never let you forget that!'

'Because you are.'

'Anyway,' Seokjin clears his throat, and Yoongi watches his ears burn a bright red, 'I'll see you around, neighbour. Maybe shower before we go for coffee, you still smell like-.'

'Fried chicken, I know.' Yoongi chuckles, and takes out his keys. 'Can I kiss you?' He asks, suddenly.

'Yeah, of course.' Seokjin leans forward and places a chaste kiss against Yoongi's lips, they both smile against each others mouths and Yoongi can't quite believe this is how things have turned out.

'Don't miss me too much!' He says cheerily, spinning and unlocking his door before Seokjin can reply. Yoongi leans against it as soon as it's shut and lets out a sigh. He feels happy, and warm, like his insides are filled with butterflies and he feels so light, exhausted too, but excited. He thinks back to his first interaction with Seokjin and shakes his head at how stupid they had both been, but he's hopeful now, he'll no longer have a nightmare neighbour, and Yoongi thinks if he plays his cards right, he might even have a boyfriend.