HELLO irrelevancy here from ao3 ABSOLUTELY hitting you up to ask you about Yoongi and his beautiful GWS minor and PLATONIC SUGAMON AND ALL OF THE PLATONIC BTS LOVE just fuck me up, seriously.
Okay so I’m just going to word vomit about this if that’s okay with you? I know i said drabble but like. I have work like every day this week, so in lieu of something more formal I’m just going to kind of go and see what comes out. This might not be what you were expecting or hoping for, but it’s what’s in my brain right now, so. Yep.
So Yoongi and Namjoon went to the same university in Seoul, obviously, which is how they stayed friends after they graduated high school (news flash: Yoongi? Not that great at keeping in touch). Yoongi took his first gender and women’s studies class as a gen ed, because Namjoon begged him (he’s a philosophy and secondary ed double major if anyone is wondering) (that’s how they meet Seokjin, who’s an early childhood ed major). Namjoon begged him because, quote, “we won’t have any bro time if we don’t have a class together.” So they take the class (Women, Gender Identity and Ethnicity). All is well and good, except one night they get tipsy and Yoongi is like, “Okay, but like, the Patriarchy, right?” and Namjoon just like, nods sagely at him and then they both fall asleep and after that Yoongi becomes quietly obsessed with GWS but he never talks in class bc he’s ~nervous and also he doesn’t want to talk over the amazing, opinionated women in his class. and he, like, orders bitch magazine or whatever the Korean equivalent is (is there a Korean equivalent?) and then when the class ends he goes online and adds it as a minor without telling anyone because he doesn’t want to be ‘that dude.’ basically he becomes a little tiny quiet feminist/progressive because namjoon wanted to have “bro time.” Typical.
Mmm what else. Platonic sugamon? Hoo boy.
These two. These. Two. I love both of these nerds, listen. Namjoon is so much like me it’s insane. So, like, Namjoon’s our resident philosophical, constantly in an existential crisis INFJ and like. His brain does not switch off, like, ever, and he does this stupid thing where he actually considers the size of the universe and his own size in relation to it, and it makes him feel really small. But like, despite that, instead of being a gross cynic, he has this crazy drive to find meaning and purpose and beauty anyway?? And he has an incredibly gentle, kind soul???? and he’s not always hopeful about the world and society and life, but he works hard anyway to give life meaning, and I just really love Kim Namjoon.
This was supposed to be about Sugamon but it became meta about actual Namjoon? Well, anyway, this is how I understand actual Namjoon, which in turn is what informs my characterizations of him, so.
So, back to Namjoon’s stupid brain. It doesn’t shut off, and (possibly because we’re so similar) I very much characterize Namjoon as a super verbal processor. What I mean by that is Namjoon has to actually verbalize his thoughts out loud in order to get them out of his head. This is where his friendship with Yoongi comes in–Yoongi’s the exact opposite, he resolves everything internally and is in general pretty reticent. He’s a quiet guy, which makes him a good listener, which is great for someone like Namjoon, who can and will have conversations with himself until he loses it. So Yoongi’s quiet and shy, but secretly needs to be close to another person a lot of the time, even if he’s not really interacting with them very much; Namjoon needs someone to “mm-hmm” and “uhuh” to his weird existential thoughts (and occasionally disagree with them), and to kind of slap him around when he gets too deep; thus, Sugamon’s friendship is kind of ideal.
I wrote “Also, imagine Namjoon” and then walked away from this for a week and I have no idea what else I was going to write, so. I’ve been holding on to this for too long. Come back and scream in my inbox some more and maybe I’ll remember? Brains are weird. Sorry it took me so long to post this, lovely. It means a lot that you care what my strange brain has to say.