on paper, suji has three older brothers, but for her, it feels like she’s got four; and if she’s being honest, seokjin is probably her favourite.
(she’d never admit that out loud though.)
it’s one of those nights when everyone has decided to gather in the one spot for a standard group movie session. she’s been unusually quiet since the moment she’d toed her shoes off at the door, but in the rush to just pick something already! and choose something, no one seems to have noticed the way she’s taken refuge on one end of the couch, knees pulled up close to her chest, and jjanggu curled up around her sock-covered feet. there are half-eaten chip packets and open soda cans all over the floor of seokjin’s apartment, and there’s a loud ruckus over by the tv as two of his friends argue over whether tonight is the night for a marvel or dc marathon.
suji’s drowned everything out, scratching the back of jjanggu’s ear in so much of a daze that she doesn’t even really notice seokjin sitting down next to her until he leans over and nudges her arm. he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t need to say anything, but he raises a questioning eyebrow. she shrugs, and rests her chin on her knee.
“hungry?” he asks; she shakes her head. “sleepy?” she shakes her head. “did you run out of moss green paint again?” she shakes her head. “then what has occupied the mind of the the great lee suji?”
for once in her life, suji has no witty comeback, no snide comment, or cheeky grin to retaliate with. all that comes out is, well, the truth.
“dad’s not gonna be home for christmas again this year.”
it’s not like it’s anything new, but each time it happens, suji can’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment every time she gets a call from god know where, her dad’s voice ringing in her ears when he lets her know he’s gonna be held back a couple more days. she can see seokjin looking at her with an expression that speaks volumes, but she can’t bring herself to look at him properly and tell him it’s no big deal. instead, suji sighs, and watches the tv flicker on with the opening credits of spiderman.
by the time half of the movie has passed, suji has ended up sitting on seokjin’s lap, wrapped in a blanket, fighting off sleep while she rests her head on his shoulder. she’s long given up on the movie, too busy drowning in her thoughts to follow the plot properly, and for the last half hour, she’s been trying to come to terms with the fact that the family won’t be complete for yet another holiday season.
suji is the last person to leave. she’s sprawled out along the couch, watching sleepily as seokjin goes around cleaning up, throwing empty chip packets and crumpled soda cans into a garbage bag with quiet, mumbled complaints.
christmas is two weeks away, but she can’t wait for it to pass.
when seokjin is done, he comes over and crouches down in front of her, resting his chin on the edge of the cushion her head is on.
“i heard there’s a new gallery opening up over in apgujeong on monday. wanna go?”
there’s a hint of a smile playing on suji’s lips, and that seems to be all the confirmation he needs. she shuffles forward and presses a kiss to the tip of his nose in silent thanks before pulling the blanket back up to her chin.
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.
