→ i’ll be a gentleman (‘cause i’ll be your boyfriend)
Summary: Yoongi isn’t an easy man to surprise, but kisses out of the blue and sudden boyfriend proposals can do the job.
Info: Mature | 21k | College AU, Fake/Pretend relationship, Fluff
Sneak Peek: “J-Jimin-ah, there you are—listen, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cause a scene back there, I just—”
Jimin cuts him off, voice strained. “Lee Sejun, please. Stop. I already told you, I’m not interested. It’s been a month—please leave me alone.”
Sejun makes a face as he stops short of Jimin, fingers gripping the strap of his bag, knuckles turning white from sheer force. “But…but that night—”
“Have you never heard of one night stands? That’s just it, man, one night—please leave me alone. Stop chasing me. Please.” Jimin straightens up a little, and Yoongi notices how his lower lip quivers just slightly.
“I have a boyfriend now!” Jimin suddenly squeaks, a little too loud, a little too flustered, before he turns to Yoongi, placing a hand on his thigh, the closest part of Yoongi he could reach. Jimin stares at him, eyes wider than ever and pleading, lips pressed into a thin line. Play along, Jimin had said. Please play along, he’d said, and suddenly, it all clicks in Yoongi’s head.
“You do?” Sejun asks suddenly, quietly, and Jimin whirls his head around so quickly Yoongi thinks he might have injured his neck. Jimin nods his head slowly, like he’s testing his answer. Sejun frowns at him, feet shuffling where he stood. “You never told me.”
“Th-that’s…that’s because Y-Yoongi-hyung asked me out. Like. Uhm. Just a week ago,” Jimin mumbles, sounding like he’s asking a question, glancing back slightly at Yoongi to see if he’s playing along like he has asked him to, but Yoongi—well, he really can’t quite wrap his head around the whole situation yet.
“I did?” Yoongi’s voice is small, smaller and softer than a whisper, but Jimin hears him. He squeezes Yoongi’s thigh once, a little painfully, making Yoongi hiss. He reaches over, places a hand over Jimin’s, and lifts it away from his thigh. He can tell Sejun is watching like a hawk, clearly not buying Jimin’s obvious lie, and in a small moment of weakness and pity, Yoongi decides to help Jimin—just for the moment. He laces their fingers together, their joined hands resting back on top of his thigh before he glances up at Jimin. “I mean, yeah. I did. A week ago, yeah, I asked you out—babe. Who’s, uh. This fellow?”
Jimin’s shoulders slumps a little in obvious relief. As if a switch inside him has seemingly been flipped on, Jimin suddenly leans against Yoongi, and on any other day, Yoongi would have pushed him away—he is a man who values personal space and is not particularly into physical contact—but he doesn’t. He lets Jimin lean back against his shoulder, and Jimin squeezes their hands as a silent form of thanks.
