#the second otp

[ienveeus]

namgi high school au

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 - - 18th February, 2011  -

HAVEN’T POSTED ANYTHING FOR THIS IN AGES BUT IT IS STILL IN FACT A THING HRGUIDHU

Here we go with part seven! 

18th February, 2011

‘Truth or dare?’

Yoongi can’t help but snort at Namjoon’s question. Can’t remember the last time he heard it, perhaps a couple years back in middle school, when everyone was a lot more interested in who likes who. Or perhaps when they were just a whole lot less subtle about it.

‘Truth or dare?’ Yoongi parrots back, tossing Namjoon a look in his peripherals. He sits with his back pressed against the side of the pick up truck’s trailer, Yoongi’s opted to lie down, feels a lone screw digging into his back but he doesn’t shift to remove it. ‘That’s what you’re going for? Pictured you more as the kinda guy to lie back and make up a bunch of constellations and all the stories to go with them.’

‘There’s no stars out tonight,’ Namjoon shrugs. ‘And even if there were, I don’t know any constellations.’

‘Really?’ Yoongi sits up, flicking the screw aside as he does so. ‘Figured you were the type.’

‘Always one to assume.’ Namjoon’s teeth glint in the moonlight. ‘Truth or dare?’

Yoongi shrugs. What’s the worst that could happen? ‘Dare.’

A low whistle splits the air between them, Namjoon looks positively delighted, cocking his head to the side as he surveys Yoongi’s face.

‘Brave of you.’

A seed of doubt wedges into Yoongi’s mind, increasing when Namjoon shuffles off to the side retrieving his bag and digging through the contents. When he turns back, he's got a wide grin on his face and something in his hand. Yoongi has to squint, and can't help but scoff when he sees the contents.

'And what are you planning on doing with that?' Yoongi cocks his head at what looks like something his mother would have in her ensuite, a purse of sorts, open so Yoongi can see that the contents are all various types of make up.

Namjoon's grin widens. 'Let me do your make up.'

'You're joking.'

'Nope,' Namjoon pops the 'p.' Wanna see what you'd look like.'

Yoongi watches Namjoon's fingers like a hawk, eyes narrowed in skepticism as they come across what Yoongi pins as mascara or something equally black and garish that won't come off easy.

'You're just gonna draw a giant dick on my face or something aren't you?' Yoongi mutters, beginning to regret this whole picking dare business.

Namjoon snorts and pulls out a little tube of something that Yoongi can't place. 'You picked dare, you're gonna have to bare the consequences.'

Out of fear of being labelled a wimp, Yoongi presses his lips closed and leans forward, allowing Namjoon to cup his chin and lean close into his space. He squeezes the little tube and squirts out a dollop of the liquid onto his finger, dabbing it on Yoongi's cheeks and under-eyes, the bridge of his nose and all the rest. It's a wonder Yoongi manages to hold himself together. The proximity between them non-existent and he has no idea where to put his eyes with Namjoon this close, sharing his airway, closer than he's been to any boy that isn't family.

'Not the best lighting,' Namjoon mutters to himself, pulling out a bottle of something and dabbing a fair amount on his hand. He's got a brush out, and begins painting the liquid over Yoongi's face, instructing him not to scrunch his nose at the chill.

'Don't blame the lack of lighting on your inability to do this.'

'I'll have you know I know my way around this bag of goodness.'

Yoongi huffs out a sigh, closing his eyes as Namjoon nears them with the brush. 'Shut up and get this over with.'

'Of course, your majesty.'

The closeness doesn't get any easier to handle. Yoongi keeps his eyes closed the majority of the time and hopes whatever substance Namjoon's painted his cheeks with is enough to cover the pink tinge that now permanently resides there. He goes over his work with a powder, brushes something across his eyelids and forces Yoongi's eyes open when the mascara finally makes an appearance in the way it's meant to be used as opposed to what Yoongi's ass friends might do.

There's a small argument when Namjoon comes at him with tweezers, insisting that plucking Yoongi's eyebrows is part of the dare but Yoongi is having none of that bullshit. When Namjoon huffs he blows his cheeks out and Yoongi refuses to think about how cute that is when Namjoon mutters about putting him in black lipstick now due to him being a shit.

When that's done and Namjoon's made him smack his lips together, touching up some little things he pulls out his phone, turns on the front camera and makes Yoongi look.

'Shit,' Yoongi hisses, not recognising the person staring back at him. In this lighting he looks so dark, like he imagines a twin sister of his might look like if she went through a goth phase. 'You actually did this seriously.'

Namjoon shrugs. 'Told you. Wanted to see what you'd look like. Now let me take a picture.'

Yoongi stiffens, glaring at him. 'No fucking way.'

'You're no fun at all.' He points a finger at Yoongi, eyes twinkling in the scant light. 'Your turn, sweetheart.'

Yoongi huffs, thankful his dignity is preserved for a little longer at least and there shouldn't be any remnants of this come morning. 'Truth or dare?'

'Truth.'

'Why do you have so much make up in your bag?'

'It was a thing I bought for Seokjin when he was in the school play last year, liked me doing his make up for him before shows. Now I just keep it around in my bag for times like this.'

'You're weird,' Yoongi says.

'And you're pretty,' Namjoon says without missing a beat. If he notices the struck look Yoongi gives him, he ignores it in favour of asking, 'Truth or dare?'

It carries on like this for awhile. Yoongi flicking between the two, whilst Namjoon takes a liking to dares. Namjoon asks about his most embarrassing moment, dares him to dance to a girl group song (this takes a lot of convincing) asks him about his first kiss. Yoongi gets Namjoon to text Seokjin a love confession, gives him a moustache with the mascara and has him do his own make up without the help of a mirror.

'Have you ever been in love?' Yoongi asks when Namjoon picks truth. He'd been running out of options, exhausting himself with trying to come up with something and in the end, curiosity had won out over appearing cool. Not like Namjoon gave a shit about images anyway, that was his whole thing.

Namjoon blinks at him, caught off guard by the question.

'Hard to say,' he says. 'I think I might've been. Been in a few relationships and I always get like, really involved, y'know? And I like them a lot. I told them I loved them and I think at the time I believed it but then looking back.' Namjoon shrugs. 'I don't know. It's really hard to say.'

Yoongi nods, biting his tongue from asking more questions. He tries to see if Namjoon looks uncomfortable with the intrusion, because it feels like it might've been. But Namjoon looks more thoughtful as he draws patterns into the dust. When he looks up, his eyes pierce straight into Yoongi's and Yoongi tries not to jolt in time with his heart.

'Truth or dare?' Namjoon asks.

Yoongi swallows hard. 'Truth.'

'What about you?'

'What about me?'

'Have you ever been in love?'

It's Yoongi's turn to wear the struck dumb expression. His eyebrows shoot up, face feeling strange under the cake of make up he feels like he's drowning in. Namjoon stares at him, a challenge in his eyes and Yoongi frowns.

'That's cheating.'

'How so?' Namjoon says. 'No rules against it. Pretty sure you just have to do the dares and answer the truths truthfully. Straight forward.'

'It's boring then,' Yoongi says with a huff. He doesn't even know why he's making a deal out of this. It's a simple enough question, the answer not all that incriminating. But he thinks, anything relating to the subject of sexuality, or romance are the danger areas. He can't help but squirm at the mention of them.

'I haven't been,' Yoongi says, 'if you have to know. Haven't even dated a girl before. And I'm not really the type to waste time pining.'

'Never dated a girl you say?' Namjoon says and there's a very thin veil masking the amusement in his voice. 'What about a boy then?'

Yoongi flinches as if Namjoon's thrown a punch his way. He brushes it off quickly, scoffs, but really he doesn't know how seriously Namjoon can take him considering the very definite pause before his response and the shit Namjoon's pulled on his face.

'Very funny, asshole.' He wonders if Namjoon can hear the strain in his voice or hear his heartbeat from the short distance between them. A distance Yoongi wants to increase in the passing seconds. Maybe. His head feels a tad fuzzy, 'What the fuck is this sneaking another question in shit? That's cheating.'

'Okay, okay, fair enough. I'll give you two goes for me then. Happy?'

Yoongi pulls his lips into a thin line. 'Peachy.'

'Then go ahead. I pick truth.'

Yoongi wracks his brain, mind flitting about in search of something. Namjoon watches him closely, still so amused, eyes twinkling as if to replace the lack of stars up in the night sky. Yoongi feels out of his depth suddenly. Isn't quite sure why but it feels like he's stepped into some territory that he might have a challenge navigating through.

'Is it true you had a thing with Mr. Kwon?'

Namjoon lets out a loud laugh. 'He's like. In his fifties.'

'Rumours say you don't care.'

'Rumours are wrong I'm afraid. God the things people come up with... Did you really believe it?'

Yoongi shrugs. 'You're something of an anomaly, Kim Namjoon. I can never be sure what to believe.'

Namjoon hums, looking contemplative. He turns so he's looking at Yoongi face on, rests his head on the edge of the trailer. 'Round two then, pretty boy, come on now.'

The name has electricity zipping up Yoongi's spine but he brushes it off as the chill in the air, clears his throat to keep his voice from shaking.

‘Truth or dare?’ he asks.

‘Dare.’

Namjoon has shuffled close. So damn close that Yoongi can feel his breath on his cheek and shudders like there's insects crawling all over him. He wracks his brains for something, but Namjoon's proximity has rendered him incapable of forming a coherent thought.

'My dares are lame. I can't think of anything.'

'I can think of a dozen things.'

Namjoon's coming onto him. Yoongi was fucking right and Namjoon is coming onto him. Does he do this with everyone he spends time with? All the boys and girls and whatever other people Namjoon is into.

'Are you only into guys?'

The question comes unbidden, Yoongi's voice a squeak of a thing. Namjoon's shoulders lift as he snorts, shuffling back and giving Yoongi room to think.

‘I picked dare.’

‘I told you, I couldn’t think of anything.’

Namjoon takes his time staring, trying to read through the cracks in Yoongi’s annoyance. Yoongi’s sure it can’t be too hard, Namjoon has the eyes of a hawk and those cracks are as wide as chasms.

'No,' he says. 'I've dated a woman, kissed a few girls before and liked it. I don't really have a preference I think. Just met more guys that caught my interest is all.'

Yoongi nods, feeling heat in his cheeks as Namjoon’s eyes flick over to him again. He can’t hold the gaze for too long and is all too aware of the fact that it’s Namjoon’s turn to ask now.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Yoongi suppresses a shudder. He’d been quick to label the game stupid and juvenile, but it’s crossed into dangerous territory now. When Namjoon asks the dreaded question this time, all Yoongi can think about is their proximity, the ease in which Namjoon said he could think of a dozen things for a dare in that damn low voice of his.

Yoongi picks truth, out of fear, because maybe there is something here and Namjoon knows it, but he’s in no way ready for any of it. Can't even put words to what this is.

Namjoon smiles and Yoongi can see the dimples in his cheeks even in the scarce lighting.

‘Tell me a secret you’ve never told anyone.’

Oh no.

Yoongi likes to think he’s blunt and some would say that that leans more towards being a weakness. Yoongi disagrees, he likes being blunt, likes that he’s the kinda person that can speak his mind and people come to trust that’s his truth.

Yoongi is also a liar, something that contrasts a lot with the former characteristic, something he doesn’t like all that much about himself but knows is sometimes necessary. This is one of those scenarios in which he could be a liar. One where he could lie and come up with some bullshit thing about how he shoplifted when he was twelve or snuck soju from the fridge at his mother’s New Year’s party.

He could even tell a half-truth. Pretend that he hadn’t told his brother about the time he fooled around with Sujin and she’d let him feel her up under her shirt. He’d leave out the part where it did nothing for him, tell Namjoon that it had felt good and he'd been super into it and he hadn't told anyone to be respectful to her. Another half-truth. He knows the sorta shit that spreads about girls who let guys do things like that, how she'd be downcast and he'd be applauded for being such a man. Namjoon would probably respect that.

But Yoongi looks up at Namjoon and he feels his heart thump with the tell-tale signs of fear. Has the overwhelming urge to start running in any direction to get as far from Namjoon as he possibly can. So he does the one thing he can think to do and closes up.

‘This game is stupid,’ Yoongi says.

‘Oh shit,’ Namjoon laughs, ‘you must be hiding something big, huh?’

‘I’m not hiding shit, alright? This game is just stupid. I'm over it.'

'You're making this a way bigger deal than it has to be,' Namjoon says with that same carefree attitude that Yoongi is beginning to resent. 'You asked me all sorts of things and I answered. Come on.'

‘Why do you care so much?’

‘Because you’ve got me intrigued. What is it? Surely it’s not that bad.’

Yoongi ducks his head, using the back of his hand to swipe all the makeup from his face. ‘Would you drop it already?’

Namjoon’s grin is lost in the darkness, and Yoongi can’t help but imagine a cruel twist to it when he says. ‘No way.’

'You're being ridiculous.'

'Says the one literally avoiding a very simple question. C'mon what have you got?'

'Nothing.'

'Bullshit. C'mon some kiss and tell thing? Got some dirty pictures hidden under your pillow? Got drunk last New Year's and kissed someone you wished you didn't?'

Yoongi clenches his fists, feels the urge to tighten in on himself or swing at Namjoon or something. 'Namjoon, seriously, drop it.'

'You realise it's me, right? I couldn't give less of a shit about what you get up to and this is too good to let up so you might as well just--'

‘I’m gay, alright?’ Yoongi hisses, and then without warning, he bursts into tears.

It's mortifying and that realisation only makes the whole thing so much worse. Yoongi isn't in the habit of crying. Doesn't want people to see him like this, especially not Namjoon, the dumb fearless asshole that Yoongi's just confessed his biggest secret to. He shuffles into the corner of the tray, curling in on himself as best he can and hiding his face. He doesn't want anyone to see him like this. He doesn't want Namjoon bare witness to his stupid stupid meltdown.

In the silence that follows, Yoongi feels small and vulnerable, sick with the entire situation. He can't help the way he shrinks when Namjoon reaches out to him, the stupid noise he lets out like Namjoon's moved to punch him or something.

‘Please don’t touch me,’ Yoongi says, can’t be sure whether he’d lash out or melt into it and sob all the harder. Isn’t sure which would be worse.

‘You’ve never told anyone before?’ Namjoon asks, gently broaching the silence with all the teasing mirth from before gone from his voice. Yoongi shakes his head, face still buried in his arms so he won’t have to see whatever look is on Namjoon’s face. 'Hey it's okay. You're alright. I get it, it's scary saying it out loud, huh?'

Yoongi nods weakly, shuffling further into his miserable little corner.

'Shit, hyung,' Namjoon winces. 'I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pushed like that.'

There's a snappy response there, right for the taking, but Yoongi's too messed up to take it. His breathing's evened out a little at least and he no longer feels like he's gonna choke on his own vomit at any given moment.

'You're okay,' Namjoon says. 'I mean it, I really don't care what you are. I mean it's me, I'm not straight either. Not that it's about me but. Shit, Yoongi, I'm really sorry. Please don't cry.'

'I'm not crying,' Yoongi says, in a voice that perfectly indicates how hard he is lying right now. He sniffs, wiping his face in the crook of his elbow before looking up and over at Namjoon's face screwed up in apology.

'I really am sorry, hyung,' he says.

The world has not imploded on itself. No-one is screaming at him. Namjoon isn't looking at him with all the disgust Yoongi's felt towards himself ever since he discovered how to delete his internet history years back. It's not going how he thought it would, and granted this wasn't the way he wanted to come out but on a scale of one to ten, ten being the worst imaginable scenario, this is about a four.

Even so, Yoongi feels drained and despite the apologies, he can't help but feel a slight grudging feeling towards Namjoon. Doesn't want to be out here anymore.

'C'mon,' Yoongi says, shuffling out the back of the truck, nudging Namjoon on his way. His feet hit the ground and he walks around, throwing the door open. 'I'll take you home.'

'Yoongi--'

'Namjoon.' Yoongi sighs through grit teeth, fingers clenching around the door. 'I don't wanna talk about this right now.'

Silence hangs between them before Namjoon nods his head, beginning to shuffle out. 'Alright, hyung, alright.'

On the way home, the truck is silent except for the dull murmur of music dribbling out from the car radio.

[ienveeus]

Sugamon for the prompt list: “This has been a shitty week and you just grabbed the last box of my favourite comfort food from the shelf, do you really want to fight me rn?”

Sugamon,  “This has been a shitty week and you just grabbed the last box of my favourite comfort food from the shelf, do you really want to fight me rn?”

(1.4k, slight crack? shitty exes? college!AU)

It had started with a particularly nasty paper cut on Monday morning. Taehyung had used the last of the band-aids for his art project and so Namjoon was left to accidentally reopen the cut all day and avoid touching anything that’d have him hissing from the sting.

The next day he’d been walking home from class, reading the book he’d bought for himself as a treat last week when a truck had roared past and drenched him in the water pooling in the gutter from the storm last week. Both Namjoon and the book had been drenched.

Wednesday, his alarm hadn’t gone off on time and Taehyung had drunk the last of their coffee.

Thursday, he’d gotten marks back from a test only to find he’d gotten a less than awesome result.

And then Friday had topped it all off. Going to a party where he just wanted to get wasted and forget the week’s inconveniences, only for his shitty ex to be there with his new boyfriend on his arm. Hoseok had gotten drunk and yelled in Namjoon’s ear about how cute they were together, Jimin had to usher him off before Namjoon went ape-shit and smacked him one. In short it had been a shitty shitty night and if Namjoon had gone home and buried himself under his duvets and cried, well that’s his own business.

But it’s Saturday now. It’s Saturday and Namjoon has a plan that will make this entire thing better.

He has the house to himself this morning, can sprawl out on the couch with all the pillows they own, all his favourite snacks and binge watch the latest season of Stranger Things with no interruptions.

Of course, because it’s Taehyung, he’s finished off the last of Namjoon’s favourite ice cream and hasn’t bothered to restock. Namjoon isn’t too fussed, it’s a nice day out, he doesn’t mind walking ten minutes to the supermarket. The fresh air will do him some good.

After rounding up a quick shopping list with extra things he swears he’s gonna hide in his room to protect from the likes of Taehyung, Namjoon heads to the supermarket, picking out all the things he needs and throwing them in his basket, before making his way to the frozen foods section.

There’s a man in the aisle, Namjoon catches a look at his profile, does a double take at how pretty the guy is, lips pursed as he reads the label on an ice cream punnet.

Ah, that’s right.

Namjoon heads to the freezer, eyes rake across the shelves, and when his gaze lands on the space where his ice cream normally is, the spot is empty.

Something inside Namjoon snaps.

The guy is retreating down the aisle and before Namjoon can stop himself, he’s lurching forward grabbing the guy by the bicep and spinning him to face him. The guy’s eyes widen slightly, lips parting just so and once he’s given Namjoon’s face a good look, he frowns, not bothering to shuck his arm free.

‘Can I help you?’ he drawls.

Namjoon lets him go, guilt in his chest. Part of him wants to drop the entire thing and leave before he embarrasses himself any further. The larger part wants the damn ice cream.

‘Look man,’ he says, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tries to sound as less crazy as possible. ‘This has been a shitty week, and you just grabbed the last carton of ice cream. Do you really want to fight me right now?’

The threat of violence isn’t exactly Namjoon had been expecting to come out of his mouth, but turns out he’s more angry than he initially thought.

The guy’s eyes track lazily down his body and for one fleeting moment, Namjoon thinks the guy is trying to suss out whether he can take him.

Then, ‘You’re Kim Namjoon, right?’

Namjoon blinks. ‘Yeah?’

‘Min Yoongi,’ the guy says. ‘We’re in Music Appreciation together.’

‘We are?’ He does look vaguely familiar now that Namjoon thinks about it. Should be more so considering just how pretty he is.

‘Sure. You’re the dude who’s constantly correcting the lecturer and I’m the one who snorts when he looks like he’s about to cry.’

Namjoon flushes to the tips of his ears. That had been a one time thing and in hindsight he wasn’t particularly proud of it.

‘I didn’t mean to make him cry.’

‘Yeah, see, the way you went about that whole discussion proves otherwise. Plus, dude deserves it. I don’t have a fuck tonne of student debt to here from some guy who doesn’t know his shit.’

‘I guess.’

Yoongi hums, eyes tracking him once more, a little too close. ‘Are you the same Namjoon that’s Minjae’s ex?’

Namjoon freezes, blood running cold. Of course the weekend just had to get even worse, things can’t ever run smoothly and whilst he’s getting used to this, he’s still so done with everyone recognising him as ‘Minjae’s ex.’

Minjae is more sociable than he is, always was, he had friends everywhere and of course loved to use that reach to his advantage. Namjoon had broken up with him after growing tired of seeing Minjae flirt with anything with a pulse. It had been an ugly break up, lots of blame and yelling and once Minjae had left Namjoon’s apartment he had gone on a rampage and convinced all of his friends, and as a result a good chunk of the campus’ population, of the various terrible things Namjoon had done.

There is a reason Minjae is the ‘shitty ex’ and not just a ‘regular ex.’

‘So which rumour did you hear then?’ Namjoon grits out, waiting for the look of disgust that is sure to make an appearance.

‘None that I believe,’ Yoongi shrugs. ‘I’ve known Minjae for years, he’s full of it.’

‘Right,’ Namjoon says, maybe he should feel relieved, but honestly he doesn’t want someone to shit-talk his ex with right now, he just wants his comfort food. ‘So can you just give me the ice cream?’

Yoongi regards him thoughtfully, pursing his lips. ‘No.’

‘No?’

‘You yelled at me and now I’m upset and feel bad about myself. I’m very sensitive.’

He doesn’t look very upset and Namjoon has the sneaking suspicion that that’s because he isn’t. That’s to be expected from someone who’s friends with Minjae.

‘Right, whatever,’ Namjoon says, suppressing the urge to roll his eyes. ‘I’ll see you in class or something.’

He’ll just have to do without the ice cream this time around. Or buy a block of chocolate instead, that’d be a half hearted substitute, he can live with that.

Namjoon turns to walk off, and gets about five steps away before Yoongi’s voice pipes up behind him.

‘Wanna make it up to me?’

Namjoon turns slowly, brow furrowed. ‘What?’

‘The yelling,’ Yoongi says and there’s a strange glint in his eyes as he says it. ‘Do you wanna make me feel better?’

Irritation fizzles at Namjoon’s temple, his fist clenching around the basket. ’What do you have in mind?’

‘Go on a date with me.’

Namjoon almost chokes on his own spit. Of all the stupid requests Namjoon had expected, a fucking date wasn’t one of them.

‘What?’ He’s pretty sure he’s blushing, and Min Yoongi is looking way too amused with all of this. ‘Why?’

‘Because I’m a vindictive asshole, and you’re not the only one of Minjae’s shitty exes.’

Namjoon pauses, eyes widening a little. ‘You…?’

‘Yeah,’ Yoongi says with a shrug. ‘You’re also super cute and make me laugh. With my brains and you’re adorableness we’ll make quite the pair.’

‘I’ve got brains,’ Namjoon says.

‘Even better,’ Yoongi grins, his gums on display as he smiles and, yeah, okay, Min Yoongi kinda delivers on the cute front as well. ‘Come on, Kim. We can discuss our evil plan over ice cream.’

What a fucker. A cute fucker, but a fucker nonetheless. Namjoon forces his expression into one of pure exasperation. Slumps his shoulders.

‘Alright fine,’ Namjoon says. ‘But we’re doing it at mine, I don’t know you, you could be a psycho for all I know.’

‘Fair call,’ Yoongi says, he cocks his head forward. ‘Lead the way then, cutie.’

Namjoon stamps down on the second thoughts he has about this, and walks off with Yoongi in tow.

[ienveeus]

"Those sure look like the scrawlings of a mad man." + sugamon

Sugamon, “Those sure look like the scrawlings of a mad man.”

(1.8k, high school au, fluffy fluff fluff) 

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 -

20th June, 2011

Yoongi jolts when the hand slams down on the desk in front of him. It’s too early for loud noises, especially when he’s been up half the night stressed out of his damn mind. He looks up and can’t help but gawk at the sight of Kim Seokjin standing over his desk, hair mussed and glasses resting low on the bridge of his nose. There’s that black smudge of eye liner under his eyes, gives the appearance of someone who doesn’t get much sleep. Yoongi could have him up for a detention for that, figures he might look into that if there isn’t a decent reason for this intrusion. 

Class isn’t set to start for ten minutes, so they’re the only one’s in the classroom. Seokjin doesn’t make a habit of slamming his hand on Yoongi’s desk for no particular reason and conversation isn’t exactly a commodity either.

‘Got your note,’ Seokjin says. Yoongi opens his mouth to ask what the fuck he’s talking about when Seokjin lifts his hand up, exposing a crumpled piece of paper that Yoongi’s far too familiar with.

‘Mother fuck,’ Yoongi hisses. ‘How the fuck did you get that?’

Of course, he knows how Seokjin got it. Admittedly, Yoongi doesn’t know much about Kim Seokjin, he’s an anomaly and keeps to himself, contrasting with the typical image of a theatre student. He has the bearings of someone who should be popular; good-looking, talented and clever, but his choice of company left a lot to be desired. Rumours about his sexuality ran rampant around the school and there was his habit of hanging out in his locker during breaks. It seems that he’s moved past his own and has also taken to other people’s as well.

‘You sure swear a lot for a class president,’ Seokjin says. ‘You know that?’

‘What are you going to do, tell on me?’

Seokjin scoffs, cocks his head towards the note.

‘You were going to give this to Namjoon?’

Yoongi’s blood runs cold. Seokjin must’ve been in Namjoon’s locker when he garnered the courage to shove the damn thing in there, he must’ve. There’s no other way of explaining it. He swallows hard as he meets Seokjin’s gaze, no-one knows about this. About them and he wants to keep it that way so it’s safe.

‘Please don’t tell anyone,’ he says, not really caring in that moment just how small he sounds.

‘Relax. If I was going to I would’ve done it by now. And yeah, I already knew, I’m not oblivious like Hobi,’ Seokjin says. Yoongi can’t help but frown at that, despite the relief. Hoseok’s a lot of things, but oblivious probably isn’t one of them. ‘But seriously. This is what you were going to give to Namjoon? Dropping the ‘L-word’ for the first time in something like this?’

Jesus Christ. Yoongi looks towards the door, they’re still thankfully alone.

‘Why? What’s wrong with it?’

Seokjin raises an eyebrow and delicately unfolds the note with a lot more care than the creased atrocity probably deserves. He taps his finger on the smudged writing and meets Yoongi’s glare without blanching.

‘Those sure look like the scrawlings of a mad man.’

‘Alright, I see your point,’ Yoongi huffs. He yanks the note back towards him, shoves it into his pocket, out of Seokjin’s line of sight. ‘I’ll rewrite it neater.’

‘It’s not just that,’ Seokjin says. He takes it upon himself to tug a chair out from under one of the numerous vacant desks. Once seated, too close for Yoongi’s comfort, he folds his hands in his lap. ‘Has anyone ever told you that you’re emotionally stunted?’

Yoongi feels his eyes twitch. ‘What the fuck?’

‘I’m not trying to start anything,’ Seokjin says, waving his hands about in a placating manner. ‘I’m just saying there’s probably a better way of saying what you’re trying to say.’

‘Like how?’ Yoongi says, narrowing his eyes.

‘Like…’ Seokjin trails off, looking off into the distance and waving his hands yet again when words fail him. He beckons and when Yoongi hesitates, wondering what the fuck Seokjin is doing, Seokjin grabs the notebook on Yoongi’s desk and a pen and begins scribbling things down. 

‘I’ll just write it for you. Gimme a minute.’

Yoongi startles, scrambling to reclaim his stolen notebook but Seokjin switches to another desk, moving out of his reach.

‘Wait,’ Yoongi says, making another grab for the book. Seokjin is quicker than expected, he hisses out a curse. ‘Hold on—’

‘Trust me,’ Seokjin says easily. ‘Romance is my area of expertise.’

Yoongi huffs out a sigh, sinking back into his chair, defeated. ‘I find that hard to believe.’

‘Want me to make you fall in love with me and prove it?’

Yoongi opens his mouth, closes it. ‘No thank you.’

Seokjin’s eyes dance with mirth. ‘Because you know I can do it.’

‘You’re unbearable.’

‘Excuse you, I’m delightful. You just aren’t equipped to deal with me.’

Yoongi can’t argue that. Instead he folds his lips, eyeing the notebook, warily.

‘How do I know you’re not gonna sabotage me?’

Seokjin scoffs. ‘Why would I do that?’

‘Why would you not?’

Yoongi’s not an idiot. He knows Seokjin gets a rough time, and he knows a lot of that stems from people Yoongi would call friends. They never do it in front of him, Yoongi’s made it clear from the get go that it’s not something he condones, but he can’t stop it altogether. Seokjin could hate him for the shit his friends pull, and Yoongi wouldn’t blame him even a little bit.

Seokjin blinks at him a few times, then resumes his writing. ‘Namjoon likes you. Obviously, or he wouldn’t tell Hoseok to shut up when he disses you, or be heart eyes every time you stroll past in the halls.’ He taps his pen into Yoongi’s chest without looking up. ‘You obviously like him too, or you wouldn’t be jeopardising your reputation to see him.’

Yoongi stares at him, Seokjin continues to scribble down on the notebook.

‘Namjoon deserves the best, you’re better than a lot of the people he’s dated in the past, no ill intent. If that changes than I might look at that whole sabotaging thing, but until then…’ Another shrug, Yoongi lets the words wash over him.

‘There,’ Seokjin says, flashing him a beaming smile as he rips the page from his book and folds it neatly. ‘Share that with him, when you meet up with him after school. He’ll be yours forever.’

He slides it across to Yoongi with a wink and gets up from his seat, moving to his spot at the back of the room just as students begin to filter in.

Yoongi takes a deep breath in and slips the note into his jacket pocket, other hand reaching into bag for his phone to text Namjoon to meet him behind the bleachers in their usual spot.

Yoongi has dozens of friends, dozens of people who like him and who he likes in return. But he doesn’t think he has anything close to what Namjoon has in Seokjin and Hoseok.

Yoongi can’t help the nervous fluttering of his hands as Namjoon leans against the bleachers,  squinting down at the note Yoongi had all but shoved into his chest when he arrived. It’s nerve-wracking watching him, his expression gives nothing away as his eyebrows knit together.

When he’s finished, he gently folds the note and places it on the desk. Yoongi looks at him up through his lashes, shuffles a little from foot to foot.

‘Well?’ Yoongi says. He hasn’t actually read the note over, presumes it’s just a prettier version of what he’d written down before. ‘Are you going to say anything or just stare at me like that?’

Namjoon’s frowning at him, and that’s really not a good sign. Yoongi swallows the lump in his throat. 

‘Seokjin wrote this,’ Namjoon says. ‘Didn’t he?’

‘What? No.’ Pink creeps it’s way up Yoongi’s neck. How the fuck could Namjoon possibly know about this? ‘I don’t even talk to the guy.’

Namjoon raises an eyebrow and Yoongi caves.

‘Alright, fine, he wrote it,’ Yoongi crosses his arms and resists the urge to pout. ‘Fucker was in your locker and stole the original note I’d written. Which reminds me, what the fuck is his obsession with hanging out in lockers?’

Namjoon shrugs. ‘I don’t know, it’s just his thing.’

‘Well, it’s weird,’ Yoongi says. Namjoon just grins at him. ‘He said the note I wrote was shit.’

‘Seokjin wouldn’t say that.’

‘He said it in a roundabout way,’ Yoongi says. ‘I just. He seemed to know what he was doing. And you deserve the best, so I just let him write it.’

‘Yoongi, you’re a great writer,’ Namjoon says. ‘Maybe not the sort of writer Seokjin is, but his is all influenced by playwrights and Shakespearian love declarations. He probably wanted you to say all this out loud. There’s cues written in the margins.’

‘There’s what?’ Yoongi rips the note out of Namjoon’s hands and scrutinises it. Sure enough, Seokjin has written out little flourishes on how the note should be read, he expected Yoongi to cry on demand on the second to last line.

This is what he gets for giving Seokjin any power in this situation, he barely even knows the fucking guy. Theatre-loving dork. 

‘You have the weirdest fucking friends,’ Yoongi mutters under his breath.

‘Maybe so,’ Namjoon says, grinning. He leans in, reaches up to rub his thumb across the apple of Yoongi’s cheek. It’s like magic how the skin burns red under the touch. 

‘Hyung.’

‘Namjoon.’

‘What did you really want to say to me?’

Yoongi turns the question over in his mind, trying to find the best turn of phrase, the words that will really sell it all to Namjoon, but they’re not forthcoming, he’s not a romantic, and he can’t think of the things that Namjoon deserves to hear.

‘I really like you,’ Yoongi says. ‘Like a lot, more than I’ve ever liked anyone before and you’re really amazing and just perfect Namjoon, I don’t think you know just how incredible you are.’

It’s the first time Namjoon hasn’t been able to meet Yoongi’s eyes. Normally he’s the one too shy to function and Namjoon’s the one trying not to coo too much over how sweet he is.

‘I want to be your boyfriend, and you be my boyfriend,’ Yoongi says. ‘Exclusively, you know?’

Namjoon looks up slowly, dimples slowing coming to light as a grin stretches his face.

‘You’re asking me out, properly?’

And just like that Yoongi’s back to floundering.

‘I mean, yeah,’ Yoongi says. ‘Like I know we’re kinda dating already and stuff, and you don’t like labels really, so you can totally say no, I get it. But I just. I like you a lot. A stupid amount okay? And I’ve never wanted to be anyone else’s boyfriend and can you please just say something so I’ll stop talking now, Joon-ah, this is really embarrassing.’

‘Yes,’ Namjoon says and Yoongi just stares at him, lost. ‘Yes, hyung, I’ll be your boyfriend.’

It takes a moment for Yoongi to process the words and when he does he breaks into a grin. Namjoon pulls him in, kissing all over his face until Yoongi laughs for him to stop.

[ienveeus]

#3 sugamon

Oh man this is great, I’ve pretty much decided all things sugamon go towards my high school au ‘this side of paradise’ so I hope that’s okay? 

Sugamon, 3, “Could you be happy, here, with me?”

(1.6k, high school au, implied homophobia, underage drinking, slight angst)

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 -

21st October, 2011

There’s always something electric about holding Namjoon’s hand. 

It’s possibly the thrill of getting caught, that’s what Yoongi pinned it on originally. Though that little tingle he got along the nape of his neck was anxiety, considering all the implications of what might happen if he were caught hand in hand with a boy. With Kim Namjoon no less. 

But once the initial fear faded off and that tingle was still there he had to reevaluate, considered that the tingle was something else. Something better. 

He likes holding hands with Namjoon. Even when it’s warm out and their palms get clammy and they sweat so much it’s admittedly gross as fuck, he likes it. His heart’s beating a mile a minute and he’s a little buzzed off the alcohol he’s been given but it feels so good and when Namjoon chuckles at Yoongi shuffling closer, Yoongi doesn’t even snap at him to shut up. 

They’re on a bed at Kim Taehyung’s house. In the midst of a game of seven minutes in heaven. Yoongi doesn’t know whether to count it as luck, but as faith would have it they were paired together and now they’ve got this brief moment of peace, if you don’t count all the whistling and heckling outside the door. 

This is as close as Yoongi can get to spending time with his boyfriend in public. As much as the giddiness makes him grin like an idiot, he kinda can’t help the sick feeling he has in his chest, thinking of how much he’d like it if he could walk out of this room, holding Namjoon’s hand without all the risk. 

‘This is nice,’ Namjoon says and Yoongi hums in agreement, blushing despite himself when Namjoon leans over and presses kisses all over his face. Namjoon’s such a sentimental sap, but Yoongi can’t say he hates it. 

‘I didn’t think you were going to come,’ Yoongi says, trying to keep his laughter down. If people hear, it’ll just raise questions later. 

‘Taehyung and Seokjin are cousins,’ Namjoon says, ‘he invited us, figured it wouldn’t kill us to come. Free drinks and all.’

‘You should’ve mentioned it on Thursday,’ Yoongi says. 

‘Why’s that?’ Namjoon says pausing from running his hands down Yoongi’s side. Yoongi doesn’t really have a response to that, and realising that makes the smile fall from his face. 

It’s not like they would’ve come together, or arranged to hang out once they were here. They can’t even be perceived as friends, yet alone anything more and it sucks, it’s so incredibly shitty and Yoongi hates it. But it’s not like they can do anything about it without hundreds of repercussions. 

Namjoon’s hands come up when Yoongi forces a shrug. He sighs, lips lifting into that soft, dimpled smile Yoongi likes so much. He rubs his thumbs in circles over Yoongi’s cheeks, pushing in warmth so Yoongi feels tingly all over.

It’s only for a few seconds before he’s pulling away, hands falling to rest in his lap. When he speaks it’s to the floor, eyes not anywhere near Yoongi. 

‘Could you be happy, here, with me?’

It seems to come from nowhere, and Yoongi’s stomach flips. 

‘Of course,’ Yoongi says, quickly. ‘Of course I could be happy, Joon, I am already. You’re–’ Namjoon’s still not looking at him, eyes on the floor with a knitted brow. Heart jolting, Yoongi pushes himself up and presses a kiss to Namjoon’s forehead, tries to smooth out the crease there because he’s not used to it and he doesn’t like it. 

Namjoon’s face has relaxed a little by the time Yoongi pulls away, but there’s still something there that conflicts with that happy carefree expression Yoongi’s grown used to him wearing. Not seeing it now hurts something awful. 

‘Do you think I don’t want to be with you?’ Yoongi says, voice small. 

‘That’s not it,’ Namjoon says, shaking his head.

‘Because I wouldn’t be with you if I didn’t want to, Joon, I like being with you.’

‘Yeah, I know.’

Yoongi guides his face towards him as gentle as he can, makes it so Namjoon is looking at him. His head’s bowed ever so slightly, looking at Yoongi through his lashes. 

‘I’m happy,’ Yoongi says, slowly, trying to convey every inch of sincerity he feels into the words. When Namjoon smiles, he feels himself relax, melts into him when Namjoon presses forward and kisses him, soft and sweet on the lips, running his tongue over the seam of Yoongi’s lops until it gave–

‘Time’s up!’ Someone calls outside the door and Yoongi wrenches himself away, cheeks flushed red as he puts distance between the two of them. 

The door opens and some of his team mates flood in, pulling him to his feet and almost dragging him from the room.Yoongi’s ears ring with the sound of their heckling and he manages to look over his shoulder at Namjoon, only to see his eyes are on the floor once again. 

‘Have fun?’ Jimin says, mouth right by his ear, Yoongi can hear the grin in it.

Yoongi shoves him away, hoping that’s answer enough. 

The rest of the evening passes without much incident. Yoongi sees Namjoon come out of the room, talking with Seokjin and Hoseok in their designated corner. Some others are still locked in the game of seven minutes in heaven and Yoongi just tries to immerse himself in his friends banter. He smiles when the others smile, laughs when the others laugh and it’s easy enough. He can get through the night without incident, he knows this. 

‘Hey Min.’

Yoongi turns, smile appearing to glitch as he finds the source of the voice. Jung Hoseok, out from his corner in the room where he’d been laughing and pointing at the rooms occupants. His own private in-jokes with Seokjin, maybe Namjoon too though when Yoongi had spared him a couple glances he’d only been smiling politely, not making any attempt to join in. 

In front of him, Hoseok is beaming bright, braces flashing in the shitty house lighting. Yoongi lifts an eyebrow at him, resisting the urge to glance and see Namjoon’s reaction. He’s pretty sure he feels eyes on him, but he couldn’t say whether it was Namjoon or someone else entirely. 

‘I wanna try out for the basketball team,’ Hoseok says. 

Around him, Yoongi’s friends snigger but Yoongi’s eyes stay locked on Hoseok, at that flicker of danger there. 

Yoongi refuses to be scared of Jung Hoseok, has known him since he was a snot-nosed kid who screamed at everything to be scared of him. But it’s in that moment, of watching his eyes and seeing something of a threat in them, that Yoongi can understand why people would be scared. 

‘You’re serious?’ Yoongi says, keeping his voice levelled, disinterested. 

‘As a heart attack,’ Hoseok says, voice cheery, eyes still flashing. If Yoongi shudders it’s because of a sudden breeze, that’s all. 

‘Alright, whatever, let’s talk then,’ Yoongi lets Hoseok grab his arm, tug him through his teammates. 

‘Careful, Yoongi,’ he doesn’t look to see who says it, keeps his eyes set forward, makes himself look bored. ‘I hear he bites.’

‘You’re not wrong,’ Hoseok says with an over the top wink. When laughter sounds from his friends this time, the one who’d spoken sounds strained. 

They go into the hallway, where it’s less crowded and Yoongi can still see most of the living room. 

‘Were you talking shit about him?’ Hoseok says. 

‘Of course not,’ Yoongi snaps. ‘I wouldn’t do that.’

‘Were you letting other people?’ Hoseok says, and Yoongi has no idea how Hoseok manages to look so damn smiley with that tone in his voice. ‘Your dumbass friends for example?’

Guilt sits like lead in his stomach. A few jokes had popped up, not spurred on by Yoongi who did his best to ignore them and reign in his temper. He wishes he could control it so well now. 

‘Oh like you’re one to talk, you’ve been sitting in the corner talking shit all night.’

‘Then by all means talk shit about me,’ Hoseok says. ‘But leave Joonie out of it, okay? He’s never done anything wrong. Not in his life.’

Yoongi wants to argue there, because there’s no way in hell Namjoon has never done anything wrong in his life before, people aren’t like that really. But in the time they’ve been dating, Namjoon’s done nothing irrevocably terrible. 

‘He deserves better than this.’ 

Better than you, are the unspoken words there. Hoseok’s nothing if not protective. Loyal to a fault. Perhaps Namjoon hasn’t done anything terrible that either of them can recall, but Yoongi’s pretty sure Namjoon could be caught in the act of murder and Hoseok would still defend him to the grave. 

‘So maybe you have to keep him as your dirty little secret,’ Hoseok says and Yoongi hisses for him to shut up, all too aware of the amount of people surrounding them. They’re away from the bulk of the crowd but there’s still that chance of being caught. ‘Doesn’t mean you get to treat him like shit, or let others do the same.’

‘I know,’ Yoongi says.

‘Yeah? Then act like it. And just know, maybe he’s not lying to me when he says he’s okay now, but if there ever comes a time where he’s obviously not, you’ll know about it from me.’

Yoongi nods stiffly, does his best not to flinch when Hoseok pats him hard on the shoulder, still grinning like the psycho he is. 

‘You owe him flowers,’ Hoseok says. ‘For pushing him off you. Yeah, I fucking heard. Wildflowers are his favourite. You’re fucking welcome.’ 

Yoongi watches Hoseok head back over and glances at Namjoon, couldn’t help if he wanted to, feels touch-starved even though just twenty minutes ago he was kissing and being kissed. 

Namjoon is so understanding. Almost too understanding to be real and thinking on Hoseok’s words, Yoongi starts to wonder how much of that bravado is actually real. 

[ienveeus]

85 Sugamon, please!

I started this so many times only to delete everything wow omg finally finished this is not a fucking drabble omg. 

Sugamon, 85, “Did you just whistle at me?”

(2.7k, high school AU, mentions of homophobia, slight internalised homophobia) 

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 -

2nd December, 2010 

Late nights at the library have become commonplace for Yoongi in the past few months or so. The place is normally deserted at night, making it quieter than it is at home, with his brother blasting shitty music in his room, the walls too thin for anything resembling quiet and Yoongi’s given up on the uphill battle of trying to convince his brother to purchase a set of headphones.

The living room is also a hub of activity, his parents prone to entertaining all sorts of people every night of the week and if they’re not, the television is on and loud. So Yoongi will just escape to the library, put his own (superior) music in his ears and go over his notes, pour over his homework and essentially chew the end of his pencil to a nub. A bad habit he’ll be more prone to working on when he’s not stressed out of his mind from the avalanche of homework.

It’s a couple hours spent in the almost desolate place that he decides to make his way home. Normally he’ll linger a bit longer, but he’d been up early this morning, somehow letting Jimin and some of his other team members convince him into taking a morning run. He’s drained, his concentration shot to hell and there was someone at the table opposite him that would not stop clicking their damn pen and Yoongi has elected to head home and get some sleep rather than exploding and chucking a calculus book as some stranger’s head.

The night is cold, bites at his bare cheeks and splotches them pink. He’s decided to walk home tonight. Normally his brother would come pick him up, but who knows how long it’ll be before he checks his phone. Better to just walk. Even if the people he sometimes encounters at this time of night leer at him and shout occasionally, he can deal if it means he can be in bed within the next twenty minutes.

Huddling into his jacket, Yoongi starts off down the path. He’s got his music paused now, a little cautious to have his hearing obstructed when it’s dark out. Cars trudge past at a snail’s pace, the brightness of their lights forcing him to squint, he’s walking, minding his own business when he near jumps out of his skin, a wolf whistle cutting through the night and puncturing his chest.

And Yoongi knows he’s not exactly huge. He’s thin and hasn’t got height on his side but he’s been told he’s plenty intimidating when he’s cussing someone out and this guy’s just fucking asking to be torn a new one. So he whirls, with the full intention to let this motherfucker have it because he is tired and all geared up when he’s met with a sight of a full lipped smile and purple hair mostly hidden under a beanie.

Yoongi recognises the guy immediately. Kim Namjoon, in the year below him, a social outcast if there ever was one and Yoongi can count on one hand the amount of times he’s actually talked to the guy. And he doesn’t think he’s ever seen him by himself without Jung grinning too big beside him, or talking too loud. It’s like he’s missing a part of himself.

Incredulous, Yoongi scowls, voice coming out more strained than he would’ve liked.

‘Did you just whistle at me?’

‘That I did,’ Namjoon grins without a care in the world. ‘Wanted your attention, you looked in your own world so I just figured I’d whistle, a little less abrupt than yelling, I thought.’

Yoongi wants to be mad. He kinda wants to tell the guy to fuck off because he scared the shit out of Yoongi and they barely know each other enough to identify each other in a line-up. Sothey sure as hell aren’t at the level where they can wolf whistle at each other and that just somehow be “okay.“ 

But there’s something almost innocent in the way Namjoon is smiling at him. He’s not leering or anything and he doesn’t have his pitbull of a friend, Jung Hoseok, with him, so for some reason, that’s probably against his best interests, he decides to bite.

'What are you doing out here?’ Yoongi didn’t see him in the library, and it’d be hard not to notice Namjoon with his pastel purple hair amidst all the other people in the library.

'Well,’ Namjoon says. 'You know how people are always talking about weirdos running around at night? They’re generally talking about people like me.’

The comment has Yoongi’s haunches up in an instant, heart rate picking up. He backs up a bit on instinct, grabbing for his bag and for… he doesn’t know what exactly, but Namjoon doesn’t have to know that. Namjoon watches him and his eyes go round, mouth falling open.

'No, no, don’t freak out, that was a joke,’ he smiles rather sheepishly, rubbing the nape of his neck. 'I know what people say about me being weird so I just– Sorry, that was in poor taste, I’m not trying to be a creep. Promise.’

Yoongi lets his shoulders drop, tension waning from his body. This isn’t his first time seeing Namjoon outside of school, nor is it the first time they’ve talked, but that doesn’t mean he knows shit, really. He’s heard a lot of rumours but none of them are particularly violent, or scary really. Those stories always fall onto Hoseok’s shoulders. But regardless he doesn’t really get creepy vibes from Namjoon. Looks too soft to do much of anything. 

'I was just at the park,’ Namjoon says. 'It’s kinda cool at this time of night, good writing atmosphere. It’s on the walk home from Seokjin-hyung’s place so I just thought I’d stop there for a bit. Didn’t think I’d run into anyone at this time of night.’

'Neither did I,’ Yoongi says, and he can’t quite believe he’s engaging in this. Didn’t really think he’d see his evening spent having what almost counts as a conversation with Kim Namjoon, a guy he’s maybe had two conversations with before in his life. Best friends with Jung Hoseok who Yoongi really wants nothing to do with.

He shifts from foot to foot, not quite sure how he should go about leaving the conversation, without blatantly walking off.

'Well–’

'Which way are you headed?’ Namjoon asks, smile never faltering even as Yoongi stammers over his words.

'Um,’ Yoongi points right, waves his hand vaguely in the direction of his house. 'About twenty minutes that way, I guess.’

'Great, that’s where I’m headed!’ Namjoon says. 'Mind if I tag along?’

Yoongi falters again, very aware of the fact that he does not know Namjoon very well, or at all really, and that he’s not exactly the kind of person Yoongi has ever had any desire to know.

'I promise I’m not as scary as I look,’ Namjoon says solemnly, the sparkle in his eyes a sign of his mockery. 'But you see, if people see a weirdo is already engaging with you they’ll be less likely to bother you. It’s super sound logic.’

'I mean if you really want to, it’s cool.’ It’s dark out, the streets seemingly empty, especially from the likes of people at their school so it’s not like anyone will see them together. It’s better than having Namjoon follow behind him at an awkward distance. Yoongi’d have to fight the urge to keep awkwardly glancing over his shoulder and it would make this evening end on a weirdly uncomfortable note.

And hell, he knows Namjoon’s joking, but if his presence manages to keep the “other weirdos” from whistling or calling out to him, then fuck it. What’s the worse thing that can happen?

Yoongi starts off again down the street, keeping his expression neutral when Namjoon falls into step beside him.

'Min Yoongi, right?’ Namjoon says, Yoongi doesn’t have to look up to hear the smile in Namjoon’s voice, it just seems to a permanent fixture at this point. The guy’s so damn friendly. It’s kind of unreal. 'I’m Kim Namjoon, I’m in the year below you.’

'Yeah I know.’

'My reputation proceeds me.’ In Yoongi’s peripherals, he’s pretty sure he sees Namjoon wink and has to stop from rolling his eyes. 'Hard not to know who you are, everyone knows you Mr. Basketball Extraordinaire.’

Yoongi’s close to saying that it’s hard not to know who Namjoon is either, what with his insistence of standing out as much as he possibly can. But there’s still quite a bit of distance they have to walk, and Yoongi doesn’t want the next fifteen minutes to be filled with awkward tension if he manages to offend Namjoon. So he just keeps quiet and lets out a small grunt of acknowledgement.

There are no rumours about Kim Namjoon being violent or creepy, really. But there’s no shortage of rumours of who he happens to be screwing this week, there’s always slander about the fact that he makes a point of mentioning that he is not straight. That he likes guys and is not ashamed of it. Yoongi’s heard about a dozen stories of Namjoon’s apparent sexual prowess and knowing how full of shit most stories in their schools turn out to be he’s taken it all with a grain of salt. He doesn’t really give a shit about what someone like Namjoon gets up to in his spare time, it’s none of his business, but others don’t really share his frame of mind.

One of the reasons Namjoon is a social outcast is because anyone who interacts with him is subjected to rumours of their own, super unoriginal things about questionable sexualities.

Yoongi wants to say that he doesn’t care about rumours like that, about what people would think of him if he hung out with Kim Namjoon. He’s had rumours been made up about him before and he’ll just deny them, if it’s not true and there’s no fuel added to the fire to prove otherwise, the rumour will fade off and be replaced by the next big deal. 

Thing is, Yoongi’s not that great at lying, and with his browser history at the moment and the way his eyes had kinda been drifting to boys in the classroom more than the girls as of late, he’s not one hundred percent sure that this is a rumour that he can confidently deny.

It’s a thought he doesn’t want to be having, not now, not ever. It always leaves him with a foul taste in his mouth. Normally, he’ll try drown it out by listening to loud music until he’s thoroughly distracted. But he’s not in a position to just space out with his music, so he does the next best thing and clears his throat.

'You said you were writing before?’ Yoongi says and Namjoon turns to him, blinks as he processes. 'In the park, what kinda stuff?’

'Ah,’ Namjoon says, 'I was just scribbling shit down really. I’m not sure if it’s a poem or lyrics yet. You like music?’

Yoongi snorts. 'Who doesn’t like music?’

'People who lead very very sad lives, probably,’ Namjoon says, dimples prodding into his cheeks when Yoongi snorts. 'What kinda music?’

'Hip-hop,’ Yoongi says. 'Epik High and Drunken Tiger, that sorta stuff.’

'No shit?’ Namjoon says. ‘You a fan of more western stuff? Like Kanye West?’

'Of course. He just dropped that latest album. I downloaded it and everything.’ He taps his headphones, meeting Namjoon’s eyes, all wide with a sort of childish wonder that Yoongi can’t really help but grin at.

'Fucking awesome stuff, right?’ Namjoon says, and he really does sound starstruck. 'Dude’s a genius. It’s been on repeat for me for like the past week, I think I’m driving my parent’s nuts with it.’

Yoongi laughs, tries to imagine what his parents would think about him listening to the likes of Kanye West.

'I can’t believe you like hip hop.’

'Why’s it so hard to believe?’ Namjoon says. 'No stranger than Class President Min Yoongi being a fan of Drunken Tiger. What did you think I was into?’

Yoongi hadn’t really thought about it. He chews his lip, considering as he takes in Namjoon’s appearance.

'Fuck I don’t know,’ he says. 'Something with a whole lot of screaming rather than singing?’

'How very stereotypical.’

'You assumed first, dude!’

'I’m kidding,’ Namjoon says. ‘So what’s your favourite track then?’

There isn’t the slightest lull in conversation for the rest of the walk and Yoongi’s surprised to find that it’s probably the most he’s laughed in the past fortnight. He didn’t expect to find that he had anything in common with Namjoon, or that he’d find the guy amusing, or interesting or enjoy his company.  But it’s all comfortable, doesn’t feel hard like conversation with a stranger normally feels. 

And maybe that’s just Namjoon. Sure he wasn’t by any means popular but he’d always seemed generally approachable. Never had an ill word to say about anyone, and just laughed off any insults people threw his way, if they had the courage to do so in the face of Hoseok, or even Seokjin who whilst not renown for being threatening still had a pretty great death glare for anyone who spat an insult Kim Namjoon’s way.

Maybe Namjoon was just easy to get along with no matter who you were. Maybe that’s what was happening here. Not some special comfortable moment between two people, just a dude who’s generally approachable. 

'Well, um,’ Yoongi says, slowing to a stop. ‘This is my house.’

A part of him, a part that he’s having a bit of a challenge trying to put a name to, almost feels somewhat disappointed about this. He feels a lot more awake now, isn’t as enthralled by the idea of getting into bed and falling asleep. Yoongi can’t actually remember the last time he talked music with someone, it’s not really something he has in common with the rest of his friends.

Yoongi rubs the nape of his neck. 'Did you want me to keep walking with you to yours?’ 

'Nah, it’s fine. We actually walked passed Hoseok’s house about ten minutes ago, I’m crashing at his, I texted him before.’

Oh. Yoongi’s a little lost for words. Namjoon kept walking with him? Despite passing his destination a while back. He didn’t even indicate that he might stop or that he was even considering it. He just kept walking. 

Yoongi opens and closes his mouth several times. Licks his lips as he turns to Namjoon. Kim Namjoon, who is either super committed to his word of fending off creeps, or enjoyed Yoongi’s company enough to go out of his way and keep the conversation going. 

Yoongi can’t think of what to say. 'Your parents won’t be worried?’

'Nah,’ Namjoon says. ‘I texted them, they’re cool with it, and they like Hoseok so it’s okay.’

Yoongi doesn’t know what parents in their right mind would like Jung Hoseok. That being said from the rare occasions he’s been dragged around to the Jung residence or Hoseok’s to his, Yoongi’s seen that Hoseok’s got a pretty solid mask set in place that seems to keep his parents happy. Maybe it’s the same guise he wears around Namjoon’s parents? Would kinda clash with Namjoon himself sporting dozens of piercings and purple hair that can’t be hidden but who knows?

'Whether Hoseok’s parents like me is another story,’ Namjoon says. 'They think I’m a bad influence. It’s kind of adorable. But what they don’t know won’t hurt them, I plan on just climbing in through his window and I’m not in any rush to tell them.’

'I wouldn’t be either,’ Yoongi says, thinking of the severe line of Mr. Jung’s mouth. There’s a sternness there that makes Yoongi’s parents look tame in comparison. It’s kind of a wonder Hoseok is the way he is, eccentric and a little nuts. Or maybe it’s no surprise at all.

'It’s fine,’ Namjoon says, ‘I’m used to being people’s dirty little secrets by this point.’  

There seems to be some weight behind that statement, but Yoongi doesn’t think it’s necessarily a bad kind of weight. He folds his lips.

'Well uh,’ Yoongi says. ‘Thanks for keeping the weirdos off my back, I guess.’

‘Anytime, Min,’ Namjoon says, grinning big once more, his lip piercing flashing under the streetlight. ‘I’ll see you around school, or maybe on a walk home, huh?’

‘Who knows?’ Yoongi grins back. ‘See you Namjoon.’

‘Bye Yoongi.’ 

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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.)

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‘I’m sorry, Joon-ah,’ Yoongi says. Namjoon sobs and Yoongi closes his eyes. He lifts Namjoon off the toilet bowl so he slumps onto Yoongi’s shoulder and holds him there. Not a hug so much as an awkward tangle to limbs as Yoongi tries to give some form of comfort, but it’s hard given their situation. You can’t sate Hanahaki just like you can’t sate a broken heart.

‘At least we have each other in all of this, huh?’ Yoongi says, trying to lighten the mood. Namjoon chokes out a wet laugh, face nuzzling into Yoongi’s shoulder. Yoongi squeezes him tight, wishing to every deity he knows that he could just take all of Namjoon’s hurt away, but it doesn’t work that way.

Here’s my Hanahaki Sugamon for the BTS Rare Pair challenge! Ahh I hope everyone likes it <3 

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Non-linear sugamon high school fic <3 I posted this chapter on tumblr yesterday but there’ll be other ones up their soon <3