Suga, We're Going Down || Kyoongi
When Kyung’s eyes widened, Yoongi felt a small glimmer of hope that he would respond in the way that he wanted. Yoongi wished so much to hear Kyung call him attractive, so when he started going on about some random girls nearby, Yoongi felt his hand clench on his glass. His pride nearly shattered and his face visibly showed his disappointment. He wasn’t trying to keep things from Kyung anymore, right? So why try to hide it?
Yoongi’s eyes slid over to the girls that Kyung was talking about. He had seen the one in pink before and there really wasn’t anything special about her. She just seemed ordinary to Yoongi, though he had found recently that he had become much pickier in who actually caught his attention. It wasn’t all that shocking, considering his heart was so thoroughly set on his friend that was currently breaking it.
He turned to look at Kyung just after being nudged, his face now only showing a sure smirk. “The most attractive one here is Hyung.” His voice wasn’t the one he usually used to speak with his friends, it was the one he reserved for when he was trying to win someone’s heart (and get them into bed with him.) The deep, flirtatious tone seemed to have the desired effect on Kyung and Yoongi turned just as the bartender came back over.
“I think my gorgeous friend here needs another drink,” He purred, chuckling slightly as he gestured towards Kyung. He took another sip of his own drink, no longer looking at Kyung’s face. He was watching him out of the corner of his eye, of course, but he absolutely had to play this cool.
The words had seemed strange coming from Yoongi. Kyung hadn't been accustomed to being called 'attractive' or any other form of the compliment, confusion clearly showcased on his face as he searched for a reply. But more perplexing than the compliment were the lips that it came from--Kyung's closest friend and probably the most socially evolved of anyone that he knew. The two were on completely different levels and just seeing them together was odd to most.
Well that was strange and so was the fact that Kyung still couldn't understand Yoongi's sexuality. He wasn't really gay, right?
"Don't lie to me," the older male whined, cheeks hot with embarrassment as his eyes found their way to his own lap. It was hard to make eye contact with Yoongi while talking about such an uncomfortable subject--his own appearance. He didn't spend too much time worrying about aesthetics and because of his lack of effort, he assumed his dating woes were directly connected to his lazy style or his skin imperfections. Regardless of the negatives, Kyung could still feel Yoongi's eyes burning into him. "You're way better looking than me, Min Yoongi. All of the girls notice you," he muttered, hardly audible over the bass that rippled through the both of them.
As soon as the younger's eyes broke their gaze, the next drink came faster than Kyung had anticipated. He kept his mind off of the faux compliments and pushed his empty glass aside, letting himself indulge, childishly pushing the straw around in his mouth with his tongue between sips, riding the buzz that had his whole body loose. The alcohol was pushing him to a comfortable state--a state that might actually make flirtation possible with the pink-shirt girl from the cooking club. Either that or at least enough for him to lose the puppy dog eyes that kept falling on Yoongi, his subconscious taking in the other's features while his brain turned into a jumbled mess in his skull.
"Are you trying to see me make a fool of m-myself?" Kyung asked, pushing the pads of his fingers into his glass while he watched the other. "I don't think I'll ever reach a point where I can go talk to any of the girls here."
