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Suga, We're Going Down || Kyoongi

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."

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Yoongi could easily tell that his friend was starting to get drunk and yet Yoongi was only barely starting to feel the buzz even though he had managed to already finish off his second drink. He called for another before smirking sideways at Kyung. The other was starting to get flustered by his comments. Was Kyung really so oblivious to his feelings? The thought somehow managed to wrench at his heart, yet he forced the smirk to stay on his face. He couldn’t give up now.

“Girls notice me, guys notice me. I could probably leave with several of the people here,” He shrugged, lazy eyes glancing around the room. He gestured to an incredibly attractive guy that had been making eyes at him since he had walked in. “He’s been looking at me since I walked in. Yet I’d rather be here with Hyung because he is much more attractive,” he shrugged, taking another drink of his alcohol.

Yoongi noticed the manager of the bar walking slowly in their direction, eyes trained on Yoongi. The younger male frowned in his direction, pretty much knowing what was about to happen. Without fail whenever Yoongi was at that bar, he ended up being asked to perform a song or two since he was apparently popular. While normally he didn’t care, he really just wanted to spend the time drinking with Kyung.

“Want to bet that I’m about to get asked to perform?” Yoongi asked, nudging his friend and gesturing to the manager as he walked close, not really realising as he put his hand on Yoongi’s thigh. Skinship seemed so natural with them that he didn’t think twice of it. Either way, he was trying to win Kyung over, so why not, right?

#para:swgd #seongparkkyung

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Suga, We're Going Down || Kyoongi

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Watching Yoongi sip at his glass was almost surreal—such a delicate and perfectly crafted figure with such a harsh drink. The younger male almost seemed out of place in a bar, yet his stylish threads and confident demeanor put him at a higher level than Kyung, who was sheepishly gazing upon the other, nervously swirling his straw in his own beverage which seemed childish in comparison. He just silently clung to his own chunk of fame, used to the feeling of eyes burning holes into him and his best friend as they leaned against the bar—it was the same as the nights of their shows, but with less stress from the stage.

"Let ‘hyung’ pay," Kyung said nonchalantly, turning from the bartender and his friend to look over the patrons of the small space, eyes falling upon familiar faces who nodded in his direction—a different world than what the artist was used to on campus. People knew him and Yoongi and although it was normal for people to talk to the two of them on weekends, Kyung still felt sheepish when it came to speaking, so he just acted uninterested or busy, focusing more on Yoongi’s voice.

"See anyone attractive?"

"Attractive?" Kyung repeated, eyes widening dramatically. The two had usually avoided the subject of females (or males, perhaps?) and Kyung didn’t know where to begin, eyes flicking to several females nearby—females that were far out of Kyung’s league. They were all the type that hardly looked in his direction and regardless of the obvious, he nodded towards a small group of girls, too shy to point. "T-those girls right there. Actually, the one in the pink top comes to some of the cooking club meetings. She makes really awesome cookies, but she doesn’t talk to me often or—" he trailed off, shaking his head lightly, blonde mess of hair becoming even more disheveled. "What about you? Any girls fit you here? Or are they all too ordinary?" he joked, crossing his arms and nudging Yoongi.

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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.

#para:swgd #seongparkkyung

Min Suga | @motionlessmin • 27sec

I keep forgetting that I'm not in Japan anymore. I keep speaking in Japanese without thinking and forgetting Korean. Fuuuuck.

Min Suga | @motionlessmin • 10min

私の心は愛の言葉を話している。

#suga!twt

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Suga, We're Going Down || Kyoongi

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Kyung hadn’t really figured out how to order drinks and it was obvious by the way he stared at the bottles of liquor on display behind the bar, mouth slightly agape as he thought of all of the possibilities, logical brain turning a fun activity into anxious thoughts—what if he chose the worst possible mixture? The bartender pointed to several drinks already sitting on the countertop, explaining them to ease the artist’s anxiety, ultimately choosing something fruity and leaving it in front of Kyung as a freebie. There were pluses to hanging out in a small club where everyone knew your name—even if they only knew it because you happened to hop around the stage on most weekends. Park Kyung wasn’t known for his coolness and that was for sure.

The wait hadn’t been long and Kyung hadn’t noticed that he had sipped down the entire contents of his drink, treating the liquid as more of a juice than a cocktail. He was reduced to swirling his straw around in a crowding of ice when Yoongi finally walked through the doors, the younger man waving and lighting up as soon as their eyes met. Kyung threw up a hand just as quickly and gave one of his usual gummy smiles, cheeks already pink from the small bit of alcohol he had consumed, sensitive as ever.

"Hey man~ What’s up?" Kyung started in English, switching quickly to Korean to avoid a headache—English wasn’t Kyung’s strong point by any means. "I guess I really needed to get out, too. I haven’t really done anything in a long time, so maybe it’s good that both of us go out together and try to do that mingling thing," he shrugged, taking his eyes from Yoongi briefly to eye down the girl behind the bar, shyly waving at her to get their orders, as he was ready for another fruity-whatever. Slow and steady had been his plan, but the other male was oddly energizing and Kyung’s homebody shell was starting to crack slowly.

"Fruit thing," he said to the girl when she came by, her lean torso leaned over the top of the bar, eyes fixed on Yoongi. Everyone looked at Yoongi. "and he’s on my tab, so whatever he wants," Kyung added, pointing to his friend.

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Kyung’s english had always made Yoongi squirm a bit in delight. Yoongi really only knew enough English to get by in using them in Rap songs, so what Kyung said wasn’t lost on him, but he was glad that his friend decided to switch back to Korean. When Kyung looked away from him, Yoongi took that moment to take in the glorious sight that was his best friend and crush of now several years. Yoongi had quite a few friends who continuously asked him what he saw in Kyung. The kid was goofy, not quite what was considered attractive and no where near as Charismatic as Yoongi. And yet, Yoongi couldn’t see this.

Because to him, there was no one like him. To him, Kyung shone the brightest.

Yoongi’s eyes flicked away from Kyung for a moment to look at the girl who, in his opinion, was rudely interrupting his stare-at-Kyung time. He smiled briefly at the drink that Kyung ordered, deciding not to say anything since the other really didn’t have much experience drinking out at a bar. “Scotch on ice, please,” He requested before simply looking back at Kyung.

He hadn’t missed that the girl was staring at him. Chemical X was well known by the people who frequented this bar as they performed almost every weekend. Everyone was known for their talent, but Yoongi was constantly complimented for his looks and charisma on stage. Most people honestly just found Jihoon and Kyung goofy looking (everyone was in love with Eunjung, but honestly who wouldn’t be?) even if their voices when they performed were amazing. They had their own large share of fans, but most of the fans loved them for their dorky antics instead of their charsima on stage. Yoongi’s charsima, however, even followed him off stage and it seemed to attract many people. He knew that if he wanted to, he could probably ditch Kyung and take the bartender home with him, yet that wasn’t what he wanted.

Sex was good but Kyung was better.

“You should let me pay you know, I was the one who suggested this,” Yoongi smiled, taking his glass without a second look at the woman who seemed to be trying so hard to get his attention. He swirled the glass a bit before taking a drink. He slightly winced as the liquid rolled down his throat, but it was a good feeling to him. Yoongi was borderline alcoholic, though some said he was already there. He could hold his liquor so much better than most people his age and he generally even pushed it a bit.

Yoongi decideed that, instead of just small talk, he’d push kyung a bit. He smirked, eyes flicking around the crowd. “See anyone attractive?” he teased, bumping shoulders lightly with his friend.

#para:swgd #seongparkkyung

Zzz…

Suga, We're Going Down || Kyoongi

Yoongi knew that he shouldn’t have been so nervous to hang out with Kyung. It wasn’t like they hadn’t spent time alone together before. They hadn’t ever really been drinking together -- Kyung didn’t really get drunk a lot -- but they had gone out to places, just the two of them. However, this was the first time since that night sleeping curled up in the same bed together. Yoongi had crawled into Kyung’s bed so many times before, but never had it been on Kyung’s terms. Now, everything felt so different.

He had decided against driving himself, opting to take a taxi since he knew he would be drinking. As he sat there tuning out the cab driver’s irritating voice, he thought about the past few months. He had come back to Korea from Japan to take care of Kyung because he knew that Kyung was having a rough time. He had finally come to terms with his feelings for his best friend and had even opted to not being so secretive about them. He was sure that Eunjung at least knew, and probably by that point Jihoon as well, but he was still sure that Kyung was completely oblivious.

That broke his heart and yet somehow relieved him all at the same time.

Yoongi wanted so badly to be the one that Kyung was proud to be with. He wanted so badly to be the one that made Kyung smile and laugh. He wanted to be the one that Kyung thought about without pause. And yet he was scared of what might happen. Would he lose that friendship and Kyung altogether if he outright confessed his feelings?

The cab stopped causing Yoongi to whip forward, violently yanking him out of his thoughts into wondering if he would now suffer from whiplash. He mumbled in irritation something about not wanting to start off the night with an injury, paid the cabbie and jumped out. Whatever the driver said was lost as he hurried away, not caring. All he wanted to do at that point was see Kyung. As he walked in the front door, he decided that he wouldn’t hide his feelings deliberately from Kyung anymore, but he wasn’t going to confess outright either. Maybe given time, Kyung would realise that Yoongi really was the best choice for him.

Yoongi smiled, seeing Kyung across the room and he raised his arm to wave at his friend. They had decided to go to the underground bar that hosted most of Chemical X’s underground gigs instead of heading to some of the more popular spots. It was where they felt more comfortable. “Hyung!” Yoongi’s smile brightened as he got close to his friend. “Glad you wanted to tag along, drinking by myself was getting kinda sad.”

#para:swgd #seongparkkyung

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(text to: min yoongi) Hot? I don’t think anyone has ever called me that before. Are you trying to make me feel better?

(text to: min yoongi) Don’t answer that. Let’s go out and do something. Come over.

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[ text to ;; hyung ] I'm serious. Background picture, BAM.

[ text to ;; hyung ] Sure. I wanted to go out drinking tonight, wanna go with me? Its more fun when I'm not alone.

#suga!text #seongparkkyung

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(text to: min yoongi) Just look.

(text to: min yoongi)

PUFF MADE ME DO IT.

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[ text to ;; hyung ] I... um. Wow.

[ text to ;; hyung ] I didn't think you could look any better but

[ text to ;; hyung ] You make a really hot blonde, Hyung.

#suga!text #seongparkkyung

(text to: min yoongi) Okay, I did something. Don’t laugh, okay?

[ text to ;; Hyung ] What did you do? And why would I laugh?

#suga!text #submission #seongparkkyung

ooc -- ;;

note about my absence: I'm sorry I've been away, i've been in and out of the hospital for a few weeks now. Please forgive me! I think I have my sicknesses under control now, however, so I should be on more.

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rest | kyung and yoongi

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As sweet and true as Yoongi’s words were, Kyung could hardly follow the conversation, nodding softly into the pillow, hardly acknowledging the other. The two had a bond that was stronger than the older had realized and he only moaned in agreement when he stopped feeling the vibrations of the other’s body that indicated he was still speaking, finally closing the other eye and letting himself drift. As he slipped off into much needed sleep, he thought he felt Yoongi’s lips press against him, but he still felt comfortable in the arms of his best friend, Kyung’s small hands tangled in the other’s shirt, subconsciously afraid of being left again.

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Kyung fell asleep as quickly as Yoongi had anticipated. Yoongi let out a sigh of relief and reached over -- carefully so that he didn't wake Kyung -- and clicked off the TV, no longer wanting to watch the terrible images that were flashing across the screen. He thought about getting up to go sleep on the couch, but he had the strong urge to stay right there and cuddle up to Kyung. It wouldn't be the first time that kyung had woken to Yoongi sleeping next to him, so it wouldn't be that weird, right? Besides, Kyung was lying on his arm and Yoongi didn't wan't to wake his friend up.

Yoongi smiled sadly down at his friend before leaning over and pressing his lips softly against Kyung's cheek. He then pulled Kyung close and buried his face in his friend's hair. He started to hum a soft lullaby to Kyung, though he knew that the other couldn't hear him. It was the thought that counted, right? People always asked him why he did the things he did for Kyung. The answer was fairly simple, really.

When you love someone as much as Yoongi loved Kyung, you go out of your way to make them happy.

Yoongi's voice slowly faded as he started to fade into a land of dreams, his mind going over the ways that he could do his best to try to help Kyung recover from the things that he had gone through lately. It hurt his heart to see Kyung grieve so much, and as he fell asleep, he promised himself that he would not rest until Kyung gave him a genuine smile again.

#para:rest #seongparkkyung #FIN.

ooc -- ;;

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rest | kyung and yoongi

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Kyung seemed to be miles away from the moment that Yoongi stretched his arms around the older male’s thin frame, half-lidded eyes hardly making sense of the words that were supposed to be the opening credits of the movie. He could only focus on his friend’s sweet scent—a scent that was almost like a pastry, which wasn’t surprising for someone who spent most waking moments thinking about cake and cookies. Without thinking, Kyung let out a loud sigh, nuzzling his head against Yoongi’s and letting his own hands rest on his chest that rose and fell slowly—a change from his manic mode merely minutes earlier.

"I’m sorry," Kyung whispered, barely audible over the movie, now relying on one open eye, consciousness fading faster as he felt his whole body sinking further into the mattress—into what seemed like an almost mythical night’s rest. The only thing keeping him tied to the current universe was the male next to him and the flashes on the screen—colors and shapes that hardly had meaning as he gathered his words carefully, trying to make sense of his own sentiments. "I’m a bad friend for forgetting that you don’t like scary movies. The last few months has been really crazy because of my studies and cooking and—" he trailed off, unable to elaborate, although he wanted to talk about his heartache more than anything else.

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Yoongi frowned, realising that Kyung was taking his choice of movies into play as a reason for being a terrible friend. Kyung was the best friend that Yoongi had ever had and he was incredibly grateful for the person that he was now clinging so closely onto. Yoongi nuzzled back against Kyung, trying to impart some comfort to his friend. He knew that no matter what, his friend would continue to hurt for awhile. And that was ok, Yoongi would just be there for him to lean on. Kyung had been there for him when he had gone through his bad breakup, so why would Yoongi leave Kyung to deal with it on his own?

“I wasn’t there for you when she left you like you were when I was left a few years ago. I regret that more than anything. You aren’t a bad friend and you never have been, Kyung. Your life has turned completely upside down and you have no idea how to deal with it. And that’s ok, you know? Because I’m here to be strong for you now, and I’m not leaving again. I can’t really help you with the studying, you know I’m terrible at keeping my own grades up, but I am here for you as best as I can be,” Yoongi whispered to his friend, closing his eyes as he pressed a chaste kiss to Kyung’s temple. Even though he had cut his studies in Japan short, he didn’t regret any of it and wasn’t about to leave again.

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30 Days of Character Development;; Day 30

And finally: Write a letter to your character, from yourself.

Yoongi,

You're adorable and all but you can't get by in life on just your looks and giving sweet gifts to everyone! Please work harder on your studies. How you've managed to pass this far I am not sure but you need to do the best you can to get ahead in life!

Also, you should stop sleeping so much. You're going to miss out on so many things that you will wish that you were a part of. Why did I create you to be so lazy anyways?

Sincerely,

Aimee

#30days #ooc

30 Days of Character Development;; Day 29

How does your character smell? Do they wear perfume or cologne?

Yoongi hardly wears any sort of cologne or spray. He doesn't really need to, however, as he usually has a lingering smell of whatever sweet treat he has baked recently.

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30 Days of Character Development;; Day 28

If your character’s life was a genre, what would it be?

I am going to go with Genre of movie on this one and I would probably go with Comedy. While he doesn't have many interesting things that happen to him, Yoongi likes to make a joke out of what he can and he really enjoys laughing as much as he can.

#30days #ooc

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