escapism

min yoongi, 1993: clerk at seoul snaps photo studio, professional procrastinator & flannel enthusiast.

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She’s just smiling, not saying a word, but somehow it doesn’t surprise her when Yoongi leans closer once again. The kiss this time is still sweet, but it’s more heated than the last. It’s as if he’s slowly trying to put everything he wants to convey to her in a kiss now that he knows he can. She can tell that he’s being cautious, but she isn’t in too much of a hurry either. She’d been so confused about her feeling for her friend, but now she’s pretty sure about one thing at least–kissing Yoongi feels quite nice.

Unconsciously, she lifts her hand to place it on his shoulder, her own head tilting to the side as her lips part just a little against his.When he pulls away, it’s more of a surprise to her than when the second kiss had started. She bites her bottom lip, trying to hold back the soft whiny sound that bubbles up her throat. Lifting her chin, she tries to meet his gaze to offer another smile–wanting to tell him that it’s okay, that she actually wants to kiss him some more. 

Her brain seems to have paused, and so she’s confused at first by his question. Feel any different from what? And then it dawns on her that he’s asking about her feelings. Towards him. And maybe her mind really is all muddled up because of the kiss but suddenly she can’t remember what she had been so confused about in the first place. Yoongi is her friend, and she enjoys his company–not to mention she had been immensely flattered, and admittedly happy from his confession. There has even been a few times when her heart had fluttered around his presence, especially after he had started to be more forward once his feelings were out in the open.

Still, when she opens her mouth to answer, she finds that no sound is coming out. Instead, she looks at him again, smiling. This time, it’s her leaning in, pressing her lips against his.

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Yoongi feels a bit hazy, still high from the kiss they just had. He’s not sure if his words worked out the way he’d wanted. But what he’s sure of is that no matter how Mina feels about him--or doesn’t--he’d still want to kiss her, spend time with her, make her laugh, and all that shit. Maybe he doesn’t really need to hear it. At least not straight away. Maybe once Mina’s feelings are strong enough, they’ll reach him eventually. Right now, he’s content that he’s made this much progress.

And soon enough, Mina does something that reassures Yoongi more than words probably could at this moment. She kisses him. And a kiss could mean many things. But Yoongi opts not to delve into it and just focuses on kissing her back. 

Yoongi doesn’t really need more reassurance that Mina wants this probably as much as he does, specially since she initiated the kiss herself. More confidently, he moves both his hands to cup Mina’s face to pull her in, his lips rhythmically moving along with hers. The kiss deepens each second, and Yoongi can’t help but ask for more when he lets his tongue glide along Mina’s lips, urging her to part them for him. It’s extremely quiet inside the room, save for the soft sound of lips smacking gently and the thrumming of Yoongi’s heart in his ears. 

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All Mina can do is laugh, neither confirming or denying his statement. He knows she was thinking it, there was no need to verbally own up to it. Instead she twitches her nose and sticks her tongue out, being playful and cute all at once. She wonders who it is that Yoongi had played with in the sharehouse; both of them have been living in the house for a while but it surprises her that she actually has no idea who else the male is close with. All this time, whenever they’d hang out it would just be the two of them. Now she wonders why she hadn’t realised his feelings earlier on when this had been the case; but then the topic is moving on so she puts aside the thoughts for now.

She flinches when he lets go of her hand; she’s confused and she almost reaches forward to grab his hand back. But it seems that with Yoongi, anything she thinks, says or does tends to be interrupted with his actions. This time that action is his lips pressing against hers; her eyes naturally flutters close as Yoongi’s action surprises her and at the same time doesn’t–he had asked after all. It’s only a sweet and simple kiss, but it manages to both steal her breath and keep her heart rate elevated. It even seems a little too short to her when he finally pulls away, and it takes her a second before she can open her eyes to look at him. 

At first she tries to suck in her cheeks, not wanting to break out into the smile that’s eagerly tugging at the corners of her lips. “Well.” She says, the word sliding off her tongue as she softly exhales. When he speaks finally, she couldn’t help it anymore, and she laughs, nodding. “It… was.” But now all she can do is stare at him, unsure what else to say, or what to do next.

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Yoongi searches Mina’s eyes, because he can’t really tell what it is she’s thinking or feeling at the moment. It seems she doesn’t know what to say either, and Yoongi kind of wants to help. He knows what he wants, and he kind of gets the feeling Mina wouldn’t hold it against him if he went for another kiss. So his body starts to move way ahead of his mind, and he’s leaning forward with his hand moving to cup Mina’s cheek as he pulls her in, albeit gently, for another kiss. He’s full of surprises today, apparently. 

This time he kisses her with a bit more fervor. He angles his head just right for better access and strokes his thumb gingerly over Mina’s cheekbone. Perhaps this way he can convey his feelings better. He’d been told before that his lips are better for kissing than for talking anyway. 

And really, all Yoongi wants is to take charge and kiss the light out of Mina, but he still feels the need to be cautious. It’s his default setting. He doesn’t want to do anything that might make her uncomfortable, so he pulls his lips away and presses his forehead against hers. “Do you feel any different now?” He wets his bottom lip. “Are you still confused?” 

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“Shooting guard, really?” Her big, round eyes blink in legitimate surprise before she gets a hold of herself, and tries to laugh her reaction off. She doesn’t want him to think that she’s doubting his words, it’s just that she can’t help but be surprised. But for all she knows, he could have been one of the taller members of his team during his high school, or maybe he was just that good. “That’s interesting! Do you still play?” Even though she’s aware that Yoongi likes basketball–it’s something that he’s mentioned before–she doesn’t actually know if he still plays regularly, even if just pick up games with friends.

At first she continues to inspect the jacket, not even really minding their close proximity to each other. She smiles and puts it away, about to reach for another item inside the box, when suddenly her hand in his, and he’s looking directly at her. She feels blood rush to her face, but at this point, she feels like it would be rude to look away. His face is very close to hers, and her realisation of this has her heart beating faster than usual. She curves her lips, trying to smile and ease the obvious tension surrounding them, but then he drops the question and now her heart feels like it’s about to break free of her rib cage.

“W-what?!” She tries to laugh, but it comes out a choked back giggle instead. He seems pretty serious about his words, and the way he’s shifting his gaze between her eyes and her lips make her conscious. She licks her bottom lip, and swallows quietly before slowly giving him a silent nod. At this point, she’d be lying if she denied her own curiosity about kissing him.

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“Uh yeah. I was pretty good I guess. Despite my height.” He laughs softly and playfully narrows his eyes. “I know you’re thinking it.” He purses his lips and hums in thought. “I still play a bit. Not too long ago I played with one of the guys in the sharehouse.” Yoongi tells her before returning to rummage aimlessly in the box.

Shit. Now Yoongi realizes the hastiness of what he’d said. He senses the bit of uneasiness? from his friend and now he wants to punch himself.They were just looking at his old stuff. He had to go and freak her out like that. Dumbass. He slowly lets go of Mina’s hand and sends her a weak smile, about to take back what he’d just said when Mina responds the way he hadn’t expected but yearned for. She agrees, and Yoongi feels like he might be dreaming awake? Even so, he won’t pass up a chance to kiss the other. 

He was going to ask again, just to be sure, but decided not to. It might come off as indecisive if he did, so he just softly looks up at her before closing his eyes and leaning in to gently press his lips to hers. He feels his own slightly chapped lips move slowly against Mina’s soft ones. It’s a chaste kiss, nothing like what he’d imagined their first kiss would be, but somehow it’s also everything. Because Yoongi’s wanted to kiss Mina for a while now. Finally being able to do it makes him feel alive and relieved. 

He pulls away slowly and tries his best not to smile too wide like a lunatic. He hides half of his face with the back of his hand and presses his lips tightly together, as if the kiss he’d just shared with Mina would escape from his lips if he didn’t. “That was...really nice.” He says eventually.

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“Oh!” The first thing Mina notices is a familiar looking binder than she recalls the guy she used to have a crush on middle school had as well. “Oooh poekemon!” She’s a little excited because she recalls a few pokemons from the guy she used to like who tried his best to introduce her to the first two generations. She remembers Pikachu (of course, because who doesn’t?), but she’s always been more of a Charmander kind of girl.

She’s about to reach for it when Yoongi places it on his other side, on the floor. And so Mina slides off the bed so she can sit closer to him. Her forcus on the notebook, however, is briefly distratced away from it when the male takes out a letterman jacket. That quickly has her reaching for the jacket.

Mina does remember her friend mentioning that he played basketball, but for some reason she never really imagined that he’d be on the school’s team. It just didn’t fit her impression of him, to be a team player. Laughing, she holds the garment close to check for his jersey number. “Were you the point guard?” She asks, assuming this because of his height.

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Yoongi wrinkles his nose at Mina’s inquiry, but he can’t say he doesn’t get that a lot. People tend to think he’s the point guard rather than the shooting guard since he’s not tall. He sets the letterman jacket aside before responding. “I was the shooting guard, actually.” He clears his throat and just now realizes how close the two of them are sitting together, their pinky fingers brushing in the slightest as both of them are holding on to the edge of the box. 

Without much thought, Yoongi moves his hand over Mina’s and holds it. He’s unbelievably calm, the warmth of Mina’s hand radiating through his own. It feels nice, and Yoongi’s starting to think he can do anything right at this moment. In fact, he might want to prove he can, so he clears his throat again and turns to face Mina, gaze shifting from her eyes down to her lips a few times. 

He doesn’t want to regret not doing something anymore. So he squeezes Mina’s hand and sends her an inquisitive look. “Hey, would you mind if I kissed you?”

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Mina gives Yoongi a hopeful, wide-eyed stare as she waits for his answer. She’s a naturaly curious person, but this time she’s feeling excited as well. “Yay!” She raises her arms in the air and practically bounces giddily when he finally relents and pushes the door to his room open.

At first Mina is apprehensive about entering–what if his roommates were home? It was decidedly well into the evening, and a lot of Umbrella’s tenants tended to be home at this hour. She peers inside, and is fortunately met with an empty room. This is the first time she’s ever set foot in his room, she realizes, even though they have been friends for months. “It… smells like boy in here,” she points out with a slight wrinkle to her nose. What she means is that it faintly smells of sock and dried sweat, but it seems rude to just say that out loud. Besides, there’s also a vague hint of some kind of air-freshener so she feels like they’re at least trying to get rid of that ‘boy stench.’

“Is this your bed?” She asks, as she randomly chooses a bottom bunk to sit on. She leans forward and watches as he starts to open the box, eager to find out what it contains. “Who is it from, anyway?”

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Yoongi wrinkles his nose at the comment, now extremely aware of the smell wafting in the room. He might have been immune to it since he lives here, but he probably should have come prepared with air freshener or something before practically inviting Mina inside. “Ah...well you know. It’s an all-men’s room.” He says lamely. He makes a mental note to buy air freshener the next time he does groceries. 

“It’s from my mom.” Yoongi says, pulling the cardboard flaps outwards. Almost immediately he regrets opening the box in front of Mina because his old Pokemon binder is the thing that greets him first. “Oh mom...” he mutters under his breath as he takes out the binder. “This is just where I used to write...stuff.” Stuff was vague, because honestly Yoongi doesn’t want to elaborate on whatever he’d written in the binder. It was almost like his diary, except instead of secrets, he wrote lyrics. He casually sets it aside, hoping Mina wouldn’t bother to ask more about it. 

The next thing he sees is a letterman jacket folded neatly with the name of his old basketball team sewn on it. He pulls it out and holds it up with a small smile, taking in the memories that unfold with it. “Oh man. I used to wear this all the time.” He says before looking over at Mina. “I’ve told you I used to play basketball right?” Being in the school’s basketball team when he was in high school was one of Yoongi’s proudest moments. He was able to feel a huge sense of responsibility as the shooting guard and he loved how his teammates relied on him. Despite his small stature, Yoongi could shoot hoops better than most of the  tall players and could dribble past his blockers with ease. “I was pretty good you know.” He says, plastering a smug expression before chuckling,

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“No, no, no–don’t worry!” She shakes her head, and keeps her insistent tone. “I had a late snack so I’m not even really hungry yet. I have nothing better to do! Except–you know. Keep you company!”

She keeps following him straight to the door of his room, almost like a lost puppy eager for some treat. “Oh, no–we have nothing better to do!” This time, she includes him in her pronoun usage. “Besides, it looked like it was going to rain when I was on my way home so it’s better to stay indoors.” She reaches for the box as soon as he threatens to just leave it somewhere. “Soyou might as well open this!” Her statement sounds very much like a gleeful declaration, and the smile she gives him is part smug and part hopeful. “Are you hiding something from me, Min Yoongi!?”

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This time, Yoongi narrows his eyes at the other. “Course not.” He says flatly. Come to think of it, right now he probably does seem suspicious of keeping dark secrets, which probably won’t help him gain the trust of his friend. The thought of Mina not being able to trust him and the thought of living the rest of his life getting teased by the other over things he’s done in the past fight a one-sided war inside Yoongi’s head. The better choice is crystal clear. He’s the one who wants Mina to come to like him. If he’s keeping secrets, then Mina would have a reason to think twice about giving him a chance. 

With a sigh, Yoongi holds the box on his side as he unlocks the door with his free hand. “Fine...” He mumbles before pushing the door open and urging his friend to go inside. His roommates aren’t home, as per usual. Even Taehyung, whom he knows likes to stay in bed, is out late with a friend. Jeong-something was it? Yoongi isn’t sure. 

Yoongi motions for Mina to sit anywhere she likes as he takes off his shoes and sets down the box on the floor by the edge of his bunk. He grabs a cutter from his roommate’s desk before crouching over the box. He gives his friend a tentative look before stabbing its edge and running the sharp blade along the middle to cut through the adhesive.

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She keeps poking at the box curiously; when Yoongi takes out his phone to answer a message, she even goes as far as picking it up and giving it a light shake. She doesn’t hear specific noises coming from inside the box though, so she figures that’s because all the items are packed neatly and tightly.

“Junk?” She looks up at Yoongi curiously, eyes narrowed and skeptical. “Your…” She looks at the side of the box again to check who it’s from; the name is a woman’s, and the return address is in a town in Daegu–the same town she knows that Yoongi himself is from. That means it’s either from family, or from an ex-girlfriend. Either way, she figures it would be interesting. Even more so because Yoongi seems quite evasive and secretive, when usually he’s so accommodating with her.

She stands up and stares at Yoongi’s back when he starts to move and climb up the stairs. She gives the kitchen behind her a quick glance–dinner can wait, she thinks, since she’s tired of cup ramen already. Without thinking more of it, she grabs the staircase railings and hops up two steps at a time until she easily catches up with him. “Are you opening it now?” She grins; she knows she’s being nosy but she couldn’t help herself. “Let’s hang now!”

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Yoongi instinctively holds the box away when Mina swiftly approaches. “No I’m not opening it yet. It can wait--” He tells her, eyebrows raising at his friend’d persistence. He nudges his head towards the direction of the kitchen and frowns slightly. “Weren’t you going to eat?” Yoongi knows once Mina’s interest is piqued by something, it’ll be futile to try and get her to forget about it. He still tries though, because his somewhat reputation is on the line. 

Knowing Mina, she will never let Yoongi live any of it down if she found out certain things about Yoongi’s past. A lot of the things are too embarrassing for Yoongi to  recall without visibly cringing. He’s done a lot of regretful things, and he hates how most of them come with artifacts that prove they really happened. Why didn’t he burn everything or give them to the poor? he inwardly whines. Somehow he has to divert Mina’s attention so she isn’t so fixated on the box he’s holding. “You know what, I’ll just leave the box somewhere. Let’s go out and eat or something--” He waves a dismissive hand. “There’s nothing valuable in it anyway.”

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Mina’s humming to herself, legs dangling off the side of the counter where she’s hoisted herself up on while she waits for the water to boil. Dinner that evening is once again just an instant cup of ramyeon, such is the life when you’re trying to save as much as you can. Her allowance from her sister still hasn’t arrived, and she knows she needs some liquid cash with rent coming up soon.

Immediately, she looks towards the direction of the staircase when she hears a person coming up. The steps sound quite familiar to her, and sure enough when the person becomes visible she recognizes them as Yoongi.

“Hey!” She calls out as she jumps off from her place. “Yoongi!” She quickly turns the stove off–the ketlle’s just beginning to whistle–and then promptly makes her way over to the male. She notices the box on the floor beside him immediately, and it piques her interest. “What’s this?” She crouches beside him and peers at the box, wanting to know even more when she sees his name scribbled on it. “Care package?” She asks, grinning as she pokes repeatedly at the box.

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Yoongi waits until he’s finished tying his shoelaces before straightening up and shrugging at his friend. “I’m not sure.” About the same time, he feels his phone buzzing in his pocket, signaling a text. He takes his phone out and unlocks the screen to reveal the text message he’d just received from his mother. Did you get the package I sent? It’s some of your old stuff. Umma misses you! Take care of yourself, Yoongi-ah. I love you~ Yoongi can’t help the fond smile that spreads over his lips upon reading the message, but the smile is shortlived and is quickly replaced with worry when he realizes what the box contains. Old stuff. Stuff from his past. Embarrassing stuff.

He hastily picks up the box again, the topside lightly hitting his chin in the process. “It’s probably just...junk?” He croaks before slipping past his friend, his foot already on the first step towards the next floor. “I’ll come back down and hang. I’ll just put this in the room.”

Yoongi already knows what’s inside the box and he scolds his mother in his head for even thinking of sending these to him. There’s a reason he’d left them back home. Just the thought of anyone, specially Mina, seeing his old possessions almost makes him sick.

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@uhxmina

When Yoongi arrives back at the sharehouse, it’s already half past eight. He didn’t intend to take double shifts today, but the season of college applications hadn’t permitted him to slack off. Student after student entered the photo studio to get their pictures taken for attachments on their application forms. Honestly it made him reminiscent of one and a half year ago, when he himself was applying for different universities. Thinking back, he remembers the regretful decisions he’d made during the first few semesters he spent in college. The part about him taking a break was necessary though, but still he wishes he didn’t have to do it. He doesn’t like to admit it or talk about it but he actually misses being a college student and maybe he envies everyone else a little.

Yoongi is rubbing the dirt from under his sneakers onto the cement before he notices a medium-sized box sitting idly by the doorway. Consequently he approaches it and checks the address person written on it. Much to his surprise, he sees his own name right above the sender’s name. His mom sent him a package? That’s a first. His nose scrunches before he bends down and hoists up the box. It’s a little lighter than he had expected based on its size, but that’s definitely better than having to carry a heavy box up to the fourth floor.

Yoongi carefully makes his way up the stairs to bring the box to his room. By the time he reaches the third floor though, he realizes his shoelaces had gotten loose. When he places the box temporarily on the floor so he could work on his shoelaces, he sees a female figure approaching, one that’s very familiar. A smile promptly appears on his lips as he offers his friend single wave with an acknowledging nod. “Yo, Mina.”  

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“Oh, it’s a date now??” She scoffs; it’s funny how a few exchange of words has completely turned the mood around. “And you’re making me pay?!” She tuts, even though she knows she’s the one who’s offered to pay earlier. Regrettably she’s soon letting go of his hand so that she can easily reach into her bag for wallet. With a quick look at the overhead menu, she easily computes how much their orders are in her head.

She motions for Yoongi to follow her as she stands and heads on over to the side of the kiosk where the lady taking payments is. “Thank you for the meal!” She chirps happily. Her enthusiasm is returned threefold by the lady–it’s no surprise since she /is/ a regular at this stall. The woman’s gaze also briefly settles on Yoongi before returning to her, eyebrow crooked as if silently implying something. Mina feels her ears warm up, but she ignores the tease. “See you next time, ajumma!” She exclaims, before quickly grabbing her friend’s hand again so she can start leading him away.

“So, where’d you park the car?” She asks as soon as they’re a couple of meters away from the food stall. She’s laughing now, and is just playing along his banter from earlier. The sharehouse is practically within sight from where they are, but for some reason the night still feels young.

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Yoongi snickers before shrugging. “I dunno, isn’t it?” He sends her a teasing look. “Come to think of it, technically weren’t you the one who asked me out?” He chortles. “Isn’t common courtesy to pay for the date if you’re the one who asked for it?” He playfully narrows his eyes at his friend before fondly shaking his head. He’s honestly just teasing, and he’s more than willing to pay for dinner, or just his own meal. 

It’s hard to ignore the meaningful glance the lady sends Yoongi before she’s looking at Mina. Somehow it gives him a feeling of satisfaction when he sees his friend turn a light shade of red before she quickly evades potential further interrogation from the lady. He bites his lower lip to fight the urge to smile to himself. Instead he redirects the smile towards the ahjumma when Mina hastily takes his hand and drags him away from the kiosk. 

“We just have to walk straight ahead and we’ll see it.” He says, pointing in front towards the sharehouse building. He tries to keep a straight face as they continue their witty conversation until they reach the entrance to the sharehouse. 

Their hands are still connected even as they enter the building, and Yoongi is dreading the moment they have to let go. He arches his eyebrows at her when they reach the staircase. “Do you want me to walk you to your room?”

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“Ha.” Somehow, Mina manages to let out an amused scof t his confidence. She wants to tease and where this bluster was just several minutes earlier, when both of them had been awkward and fumbling with words, but she decides in the end not to ruin the moment. She finds it sweet anyway, and guys with confidence always did earn extra points with her.

Truthfully, eating with hands clasped together is a bit of a hassle, but it’s just something else that Mina doesn’t want to break in case the mood is shattered. Besides, to her that had been her moment of compromise, something she did, that despite her uncertainty, she’s willing to accept his feelings and see if she can get there herself.

If she’s to be honest, until now, Yoongi’s feelings still feel kind of a surprise to her. She still wonders if she should have seen them coming and she’s still berating herself for not. She thinks, maybe if she had been aware, she’d be in a better mindframe by now about them.

“It was, wasn’t it?” She sighs once she’s done with her meal. Between the two of them, one o the soju bottles is still half-filled, but she really didn’t want to have any of it anymore. “You have this,” she says, her tone with a light teasing edge to is as she pushes it over to him.

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Yoongi chuckles when he sees Mina’s reaction to his sudden show of confidence. Compared to how she behaved when he was being evasive earlier, Yoongi can tell she’d rather have a confident suitor. For now it might just be feigned confidence, but he’ll somehow work on building his repertoire so he can show his friend he’s completely serious. 

By the time they both finish eating, Yoongi makes it a point to keep their hands firmly together. He looks over at his friend with a small, genuine smile to show her he’s happy. Even if Mina doesn’t know her feelings yet, Yoongi is happy to know she’s willing to try. 

He eyes the half-filled bottle of soju she offers and shakes his head, waving his free hand in dismissal. “Nah, I’m driving tonight.” He jokes, determined to keep the mood light. “I think it’s time for you to pay for our date now.” And there it is again, that comfortable feeling when he knows he can tease Mina and joke around with her. It’s a good feeling and he realizes he doesn’t ever want to make things awkward between the two of them anymore with his overthinking.

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Yoongi’s weekends usually consist of five-hour long naps and several occasions that involve grunting in frustration at an innocent page of his sketchbook. Today though, is markedly different, because Yoongi decides to tinker with his laptop and clean out the files collecting dust in its internal hard drive.  His laptop has been getting slower by the day, so he worries if he doesn’t do anything about it soon, it will give up on him and he’ll be inclined to go into a fetal position until someone brings his mother to Seoul all the way from Daegu. 

Dutifully he checks each and every file, deciding on which ones he deems necessary to be kept and the ones deserving to be thrown away. Several clicks and drags later, Yoongi starts to realize how tedious it is and how much he just wants to take that usual five-hour nap. He’s already cleared a number of gigabytes anyway, and he’s got time later tonight to resume. He’s just about to close everything and fold his laptop when he comes across a folder containing pictures of layouts he’d made for his digital arts class. He decides to browse the pictures, silently criticizing his own work. He wasn’t particularly bad, but he wasn’t a pro either. He was quite mediocre. A frown pulls on his lips as he highlights the folder and presses delete on his keyboard.

When he finally closes his laptop and lies down on his stomach, he sees his roommate Taehyung hunched over his desk. Out of curiosity, Yoongi cranes his neck a little bit to try and catch a glimpse of what the other was doing. He sees Taehyung’s laptop screen and a familiar computer program flashing on it. “Taehyung? You on Photoshop?” He mindlessly asks as he straightens up from his previous position. 

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It’s Mina’s turn to freeze when she’s asked the question. It’s unfair, she knows–wanting and needing to know what he wants when she doesn’t know about herself. She remains quiet for a few seconds, pretending to be slowly chewing on noodles. “What I want…” She trails off, as if stalling will give her the answers she need. “I don’t know what I want,” she eventually admits with a sigh.

Her gaze remains on Yoongi as he pours himself a shot which he easily downs. She decides to follow his lead and pick up the other glass he had filled, which she empties in one go. Unable to hide behind her usual tactics that allow her not to drink too much, she’s already starting to begin to feel the effects of the soju. It doesn’t help that she had practically gulped down half of the bottle by accident earlier.

“I’m sorry,” she says as she places the glass down. “The truth is I don’t know how I feel.” Even as she says this words, her hold on his hand tightens. “But I guess I don’t mind.. trying… to find out?”

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Even though his friend’s answer is unclear, Yoongi doesn’t press further and just nods, managing a small smile. “It’s okay. I could tell you don’t really know how you feel but I took a shot and asked anyway.” He looks at her hand on his before he’s moving his hand so he could lace his fingers with hers. “I know it’ll take time but somehow I’ll get you to like me.” He tries to look confident, but in all honesty he has no idea what he’s supposed to do next. 

He keeps his hand attached to hers as he continues to eat with his non-dominant hand. There’s a bit of progress tonight, and Yoongi can’t really hide the fact that he’s glad. He takes a huge bite and chews happily as he looks back at his friend. After swallowing, he reaches over to grab a bottle of soju and drink directly from it. He had drunk a lot more than he’d planned but he isn’t drunk, just a little lightheaded. 

After a few more bites, he finally finishes his meal. “Ahh, that was good.” He pushes the empty bowl away from him. Their fingers are still interlocked, and Yoongi makes it a point to squeeze Mina’s hand a little bit. “Thanks for the treat.” He offers her a smile. 

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“Yeah– Yeah I’m good, sorry.” She even smiles at him, but she wonders if her own uncertainty can be seen on her face. The truth is, what he’d said had hit her straight in the gut, and set free a whole kaleidoscope of butterflies in her stomach. She can’t lie–its always nice when a guy is straightforward with her. With the warmth she’s feeling, she won’t be surprised if she’s already turned into a tomato.

She notices that her smile does nothing, though, and that instead Yoongi is giving him a strange, not quite happy look. That causes her own expression to sour, especially when he just goes back to eating his food. “Hey-” A hand reaches out to him as she speaks; she’s not sure what she’s about to do, but somehow, as if it had a life of it’s own, her hand finds his free one under the table.

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Yoongi starts a bit, his gaze shifting down to Mina’s hand over his. For a moment he just freezes, not knowing what to do or say. Her hand feels warmer than it did when he held it before. He gapes at his friend, his eyes searching hers. “Mina...you know what I want--” He begins, his tone soft so as to avoid overwhelming her again. “Now can you tell me what you want?”  He pauses. “Or don’t want...?”

There’s tension between them, and it’s something Yoongi thinks only alcohol can cut through so he grabs the bottle of soju and pours some on both glasses. Quickly he takes in the liquid, hissing loudly at the harsh impact on his throat. 

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Mina almost chokes on the mouthful of noodles she’s chewing, and Yoongi’s sudden straightforwardness doesn’t help any. She ends up coughing–almost choking, even, which brings her to grab the nearest source of liqquid available. It just so happens that this is the open bottle of soju; without thinking, she tips it past her lips to chug it down, only to wince when it burns on the way down her throat. “Crap-” she grumbles, hitting herself on the chest as she tries to calm herself down.

Finally, she manages to get whatever it is that had almost chokes her down, but her eyes now feel a little watery from having consumed too much alcohol at once. “Right.” She takes a deep breath, determined anyway to get back on the topic at hand. “It’s… clear, I guess, she mumbles, blinking back tears as she tries to dig back into her bowl of food.

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Upon watching his friend’s reaction, Yoongi kind of wants to dip his head in his bowl of bibimbap because what if he shouldn’t have said anything after all? Jesus Christ. Yoongi doesn’t know what the other wants, or doesn’t want. Based on that reaction, is the idea of Yoongi wanting to pursue her that repulsive? Is Yoongi’s feelings actually a burden? Yoongi is so fucking confused but he looks over at his friend with concern on his features. “You okay there?” 

The way the other is talking, Yoongi isn’t sure if it was clear to her. It seems she needs more convincing, and Yoongi doesn’t think he can say any more without vomiting inside his mouth. He gives his friend a slightly indignant look before he’s taking another bite off his food. 

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