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11: collarbone kiss for my bik boi seokjin
ah yes, summer.
it is that famous time of the year once again for the big games between bildulgi and korea university, also known as the bildko games. they are a good ass time for any twenty-something in the one percent who is fortunate enough to attend one of the two schools.
seokjin and yoongi sit in the stands with a couple other thousand people. none of which yoongi personally recognizes, but he trusts they all belonged to their campus in some way or another. his face is painted half white, half blue,(all thanks in part to his girl suji) and it’s a perfect cover up for the red glow his beer is giving his cheeks. it actually ties the two boys’ matching not-so-couple-yet-slightly-couple-ish sports jerseys together fairly nicely.
the music today is pretty great. for the last twenty minutes or so during the ceremony’s intermission, the dj has been playing a pretty fantastic pitbull playlist, something young suga can definitely feel himself to. he spends the next four songs calling himself mr. worldwide jr. and serenades seokjin to the year 2000 classics. his arm is wrapped around his friend’s noticeably broad yet fragile shoulders as he matches every adlib and rap with perfect precision and accuracy.
what time is it now? does anybody have a watch? characteristically no one is sure how many beers yoongi has downed, but who really cared, the sun was still shining and he was definitely in a good place. he just needed the world to know.
“YALL! YOU GUYS! OKAY LISTEN. THIS GUY. THIS GUY?? THE BERKELEY KING…THE..KIM SEOKJIN.. HE IS THE ACTUAL BEST OKAY. I LOVE THIS KID. WHAT A GOOD FUCKIN GUY.” suga is pointing roughly to the guy next to him, he wants the world to know how cool his best bro is…but he’s just looking like a goon, a loving but baboonish goon. it doesn’t matter too much though..in fact hardly anybody is even noticing, let alone listening. they’re all too distracted with their own celebrating to pay him any mind. who knows, maybe that’s good for seokjin.
as the bojangles remix comes to an unfortunate end, the crowd in the bleachers suddenly stands up and starts cheering at the top of their lungs. but for what? the screams echo throughout the city of seodaemun and sincerely startles poor yoongi for a split second before he sees what’s going on.
it’s the giant screen above center field.
in bright, flashing, bolded pink letters bildko kiss cam glows above the arena, the camera panning all around the audience as it searches for unsuspecting couples to put on show for the rest of the town. everything done all in good spirit.
the first couple are some seniors that are ready for the kiss. it is kind of bland and boring, yet the crowd goes wild at the gesture. the next is actually yoong’s former history professor and her husband which who give each other a little peck. the scene fills the stadium with sweet and expected awes celebrating the still burning light of their old romance. yoongi is standing next to seokjin in the bleachers, the height difference hysterical as the two of them are now up on the giant screen as couple number three. a flood of laughter consumes the crowd. i guess the camera guy is attempting to make a lighthearted joke of some sort with the two boys as the punchline..
his joke doesn’t land. yoongi, without hesitation turns to his friend, his arms loosely wrapping themselves around the other boy’s neck as he starts blindly pressing hard and drunken kisses wherever his mouth can land. the highest they reach are along seokjin’s collarbones. this is with suga being on his very tippy toes.
the more open-minded folks in the audience cheer as the majority of the crowd kind of glances around, some choking up with laughter, some taking pictures of the scene, and some not even registering yoongi isn’t just a girl with short platinum hair.
yoongi just loves his bro so much..
