either 3 or 21 for the writing ask! <3
I was told Sugamon with this so we are going with sugamon :D
Sugamon, 21 & 81, “I’m Min Fucking Yoongi!” and “Hello Mr. Grumpy”
(high school au, implied/referenced homophobia, secret relationship, 1.4k)
Part of my ongoing, non-linear High School AU series
- 5th June, 2011 - 2nd December, 2010 - 21st October, 2011 -- 20th June, 2011 - 1st January, 2011 - 7th July, 2011 -
5th June, 2011
Yoongi’s not one for nerves when it comes to basketball. It’s just not one of those things he lets himself stress about. He knows he’s good and when he’s playing, it’s one of the only times he feels like he has shit under control.
But it’s just. It’s a huge play off. The final and he’s the captain and people are expecting things from him and his brother has come to every single game of his since he was like, ten and he’s not gonna be at this one and for whatever stupid reason Yoongi doesn’t feel so reassured anymore.
He’s dressed in all his gear, hanging in the locker room before any of the team has arrived. He’s trying to amp himself up, jumping up and down on the spot for that reason and also because it’s damn cold in the locker room without a dozen other bodies pressed too close against him
Releasing a shaky breath he steels himself, looks over at the grimy mirror and levels his reflection with a glare. He needs to get his shit together, seriously.
‘This isn’t something to get worked up over,’ Yoongi says to himself. ‘We’ve totally got this under control. I have this under control come on. I’m Min fucking Yoongi, this is nothing–’
‘Pfft.’
Yoongi almost jumps a foot in the air. He whirls, cheeks flushing and sees a figure decked out in black standing against a locker. Namjoon’s grinning, dimples digging into his cheeks and all seven of his facial piercings flashing in the shitty locker lighting.
‘What are you doing here?’ Yoongi demands, that embarrassment curling around his ribs like a vice. Namjoon just scoffs again.
‘Well, hello Mr. Grumpy,’ he has the audacity to waggle his fingers in Yoongi’s direction, bats his eyes and Yoongi wants to cuss him out but he just ends up blushing harder despite himself.
Kim Namjoon is in the year below though he’s smart enough to be in university, which keeps the school from expelling him. He gets detention slips every week for getting caught smoking and the amount of metal in his face and the knot of his tie always looks more like a noose and Yoongi often wonders if that’s part of Namjoon’s weird sense of humour.
Sometimes he wears make up, like some idol boy or something. One time he showed up to school with pastel purple hair so he’d stand out even more than he did already. He was also one of the few openly gay students at the school. Which was just. It was something. It was definitely something.
He didn’t have many friends and seemed to like it that way. His close knit group consisted of two others. Kim Seokjin was Yoongi’s year and often times hung out inside his own locker playing on his phone. Jung Hoseok was Namjoon’s year, a giant flirt and notorious for threatening to kick the living shit out of people if they so much as looked at one of his friends funny. And after a dude who’d scribbled ‘FREAK’ on Kim Seokjin’s locker after locking him inside wound up with a broken arm from mysterious causes the next day, everyone just tended to leave the three of them alone.
Needless to say Yoongi didn’t have much to do with them. Namjoon, however… Namjoon was just… Relentless? That might not be the right word. He wasn’t horrible, by any means. He just showed up a lot. And Yoongi didn’t exactly shoo him away even if the guy irritated him beyond belief.
They’d hung out a couple of times. Yoongi had taken them out in the car he’d borrowed from his brother and they’d driven up a hill and eaten burgers as they watched the city lights. They went to a movie together. Sometimes Namjoon would send him links to music over KakaoTalk. One time, they sat under the bleachers during a free period and listened to music, sharing a pair of headphones. Yoongi’s heart had been racing the entire time, thinking or what might happen if they were caught.
He hasn’t told anyone about any of this. He’s not sure if Namjoon has either but sometimes he swears he sees Kim Seokjin grinning at him in class, but they guy’s weird and it might not mean anything. It’s not public knowledge that Namjoon and Yoongi sometimes hang out by any means.
(It’s no-one’s fucking business that Namjoon had called their last hang out a date and Yoongi had not corrected him. Or that they’d held hands or that when Yoongi dropped Namjoon at home, he’d kissed Yoongi’s cheek and Yoongi had grinned into his pillow like an idiot.)
‘Seriously, Joon-ah,’ Yoongi says and he softens his voice a little now. ‘It’s the weekend, I’m pretty sure you’ve never set foot in a locker room in your life. What are you doing here?’
Namjoon shrugs, wanders over without a care in the world and Yoongi has to look up at him a bit because Namjoon to his annoyance is a decent amount taller than he is.
‘I knew you’d be nervous, hyung,’ Namjoon says, smile warm and Yoongi’s heart does a funny little kick. ‘I figured you’d need some extra support.’
Yoongi puffs himself out, insulted. ‘Who said I was nervous?’
‘Please,’ Namjoon says. He waves to indicate Yoongi’s hands. ‘Your nails are bitten to the nub and when you told me your brother couldn’t come you were just fiddling with your sleeves the entire time. It was cute. You’re cute.’
Yoongi’s heart swoops at that and he has the stupidest urge to hide his face in his hands.
‘I’m not cute,’ Yoongi says.
‘Sure you’re not,’ Namjoon grins. ‘You know you’ve got this, hyung. I’ve seen you play before, you’ll kick the other team’s ass and it’ll be awesome. I’ll even take some photos for your hyung, if you want.’
Namjoon’s annoying. He likes to tease Yoongi about everything and anything and talks philosophy like some sort of schmuck. Has the biggest boner over fucking Camus or whatever his name is.
But he’s so considerate, and just soft and Yoongi has no idea why Namjoon decided to set his sights on him. Min Yoongi, class president, captain of the basketball team who to everyone’s knowledge was straight. He doesn’t know why, but a part of him is just so so thankful for it and so he barely thinks before he grabs Namjoon by his choker and tugs him down for a kiss.
His lips tingle, Namjoon tastes like coffee, Yoongi’s kicking himself for not doing this sooner because when Namjoon smiles against his lips, he honestly doesn’t think he’s felt so good in his entire life.
There’s whooping and hollering and Yoongi recoils just in time for the locker room door to crash open, his team-mates flooding in and hesitating when they see the two of them. Yoongi forces his face to fall neutral.
‘Oh Namjoon!’ Jimin, their small forward’s, eyes go wide. ‘What are you doing here?’
It’s not said with any malice. Jimin isn’t the type for malice, he’s just curious. Which makes sense because it’s common knowledge that Kim Namjoon has skipped every gym class in existence unless Jung Hoseok can drag him along all but kicking and screaming. Jimin’s just got this small crease to his brow, but he’s not recoiling or anything like that.
But the others, they’re less welcoming. No-one’s outright hostile but they look uncomfortable. As if Namjoon is contagious or something. The one’s that are already shirtless try to cover themselves and Yoongi kinda wants to be sick.
‘I got lost,’ Namjoon says and he’s smiling, not phased by any of it because that’s just how he is. He’s used to it. ‘Big school and all. Yoongi was giving me directions.’
‘Oh,’ Jimin says, and he’s grinning big again, accepting the lie without question. ‘Well, okay then, have a good night!’
‘Thanks,’ Namjoon says, smiling easily. ‘Good luck with your game.’
And then he’s gone, wedging past Yoongi and out into the hall. There’s silence for a long moment and Yoongi is just praying no-one will say anything. He doesn’t know if he can cope with anyone slandering Namjoon. Doesn’t know what he’ll do in the face of it.
‘You know there are some girls who made a banner with your name on it, hyung,’ Jimin says, elbowing him in the side as he winks. ‘Pretty special, might finally be able to land yourself a girl you like after this game, huh?’
The smile Yoongi gives him is more of a grimace and he laughs even as his stomach twists in knots but Jimin doesn’t seem to notice.
(Later, when Yoongi scores a goal in the final minute of the game, seconds counting down and crowds screaming, it’s not the over the top banner, with his name spelled out in bright yellow that he sees. It’s Namjoon’s face he sees in the crowd, smiling back at him, Yoongi can’t help but grin as he pictures it during the celebrations with his team that night.)