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flexible tongue | Namjoon x Yoongi

“Don’t underestimate me, you giraffe.” he huffed and punched the other’s arm in return. If Namjoon would only know, he thought to himself. How he was supposed to torture people on a daily basis, whenever the family business asked for it. Though he has never killed a human yet. He bit his lip at those thoughts and quickly shook his head, trying to not think about it right now. “You know, people grow as long until they are perfect. You took your time with that, it seemed.”

He was still not the type for smalltalk but simply hoped that he could distract a little. Which didn’t work quite well as he noticed upon Namjoon’s next question. He rather wanted the other not to know too much about him - it would be for his own good, Yoongi thought.

“I don’t really know… I saw some videos on YouTube and thought it couldn’t be that hard, babbling random curse words as quick as possible.” he laughed but as soon as he realized, the corners of his lips tugged downwards again. “I kinda- actually enjoy it now. Expressing oneself and your thoughts… your story or what is touching you.”

The boy sighed and ran a hand through his hair before adjusting the hood of hoodie again. He was already talking too much. Probably he should just keep silent again for their both sake. “How far is that place still…” he muttered rather to himself, wondering if they were even getting closer.

#mxnxyoongx #smol bean #closed:p

“And your mom gave birth to a perfect bean or what?” Namjoon retorted and rubbed at his arm. Yoongis punch hadn’t hurt the slightest, but this was just how they worked. They would be mean around each other like that and Namjoon found it utterly refreshing, because Yoongi seemed to simply be himself and no one else, not putting up a front and not pretending to be someone he wasn’t. Yoongi was just Yoongi and let Namjoon be Namjoon. No need to be anyone else but themselves.

It was funny how Yoongi described hip hop as nothing more than cursing out words as quickly as possible, when he himself had proved tonight that it was about more than curse words. It was about telling a story and making sure everyone in the room was out to listen to him telling the story to them. “I guess you are right. Our story is what shapes us.” Namjoon replied and looked over to Yoongi, flashing him a smile.

It was endearing how Yoongi tried to distract them by rightening his hood. “It’s not so far anymore, we’re almost there.” It was an lame attempt to not make Yoongi freak out, they actually they had just been walking for five minutes at max and it would take them another ten to fifteen minutes till they would arrive, but Namjoon couldn’t bring it over himself to tell Yoongi the truth.

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[✎]It was almost jaw dropping what happened next in this already slightly awkward happening. Not only was the male in front of him, well one gorgeous but apparently very clumsy, but was now trying so hard to clean Jae’s shirt to the point of taking it off of his own back. Brows furrowing and Jae’s head cocked to the side, lips parting to say something but instead he’d take his lip between his teeth for a second and made a sound that was like. “Wellllll…”

“You know what would be weirder then you dumping coffee on me a third time..?” He laughed a bit, hands gesturing over his own body which was now shirtless for you were seemingly fiddling with his shirt as if you could actually do something to get the stain out. “A stranger could take my shirt and after spilling two cups of coffee on me and insisting me make it up to him…” Awkwardly he’d take the shirt back from your hands, and slipping if back over his form. “That could never happen though huh?”

A weak, but still kind smile on his face though on his pale features it was clear he was probably as blushed and flustered as you were now. It was almost a nice change because usually, the situation is reversed and he was the hyperactive, weird, clumsy one. “It’s nice to meet you Namjoon..” His voice surprisingly even, still a grin on his face and a hand reached out to shake yours. “I’m Elliot Jae.. And.. You never know.. I could want the coffee so that I can spill it on you.” His brows raised as if that really was his evil plan, of course it wasn’t he loved coffee much too much to spill it on purpose. Though, in his head at that very moment all he could think was. ‘I hope you do.’ Because, if he did some how spill coffee on Jae again, it would mean that they were once more meeting; and Namjoon seemed to be someone Jae would Like to meet again. “Want to.. Go get something other then coffee with me then?”

#95ejh #closed:p #I am still laughing

@95ejh // spilled coffee

Good thing Namjoon had pulling the other man to the side before he reached out to tug at his shirt a little. “I got a spare one with me since I wanted to go to the gym, but I feel like you could use it more. Please take it!” Namjoon hurried to say and took his backpack off to retrieve the spare shirt he had been talking about. But the stranger had obviously no intention of taking his shirt and instead took his own back from Namjoons hands.

“Honestly... Knowing myself, I am sure I could manage to spill it onto you a third time too.” The tall male replied a little sheepishly upon the others statement. Why could he not for once be less awkward and ruin every possible chance at meeting new people by being so fucked up and clumsy? Their handshake was gentle, almost tentative as Namjoon nodded upon hearing the name, securely storing it away in his memory. “Elliot Jae, huh? That’s a nice name, I’ll try my best to remember it!” He promised with a smile. “If you want to spill the coffee on me, I would not even be mad with you.” How could Namjoon even? After all the other had spilled the coffee onto him two times already.

Saying Namjoon was surprised at the others question would have been an understatement. “Uh--” he said dumbly before starting over. “Yeah! Sure, I’d like too, but only if you let me treat you. After ruining your shirt like this, it’s the least I can do, besides... Offering you my spare one once again?” His eyes fell onto his backpack between his feet and he bit his lip. Maybe this was just taking things too far?

@94kg in reply to ““Ugh, I can’t stay mad at you.””

Tight-lined eyes narrowed at the other model one last time before giving in, a soft chuckle leaving her lips before they parted, jaw dropping at the size of his bite. ❝ Yah! You call that a half? Tsk... ❞ She shook her head and gently guided his hand back towards his mouth with a shake - a playful display of her annoyance. ❝ It's all yours, babe. You better buy me a new one! ❞

“I’d prove you this is half the chocolate bar, but well by really unfortunate circumstances, the other half just disappeared so...” Namjoon said teasingly as he realized she wasn’t actually going to take the other half. The taller man took another bite of the remaining chocolate bar, finishing it off with two more bites before he crumbled the wrapper. “Sure honey bun.” His tone was playful all the while still teasingly. “Your wish shall be my command.”

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The first time the coffee was spilled on Jae in the morning sucked as it was; but being the person Jae was he’d laugh and waved it off. After all, he worked at a coffee shop it wouldn’t had been the first time he was there with a coffee stain on his shirt.

No, it was the second time that really got him; not that the coffee was spilled on him no. But, the fact that it was done by the same person. How could that be? Even Jae wasn’t that clumsy and he was a hyperactive man child. Laughing again though at the slight panic that seemed to fill the strangers eyes, his hands went up defensively and shook just a bit. “No no no it’s okay!” But, Namjoon went on to try and clean off his shirt, but Jae knew there was no such luck, his hands lifted and pushed through his hair though. Feeling his face heat up with a slight blush simply due to the man in front of him.

“No.. No it’s okay!” Jae’s head cocked to the side with a smile that was hopefully comforting and coming off as kind. “It’s okay really.. It wouldn’t be the first time I got coffee on my cloths! Don’t feel bad or anything, who knows maybe next time I’ll be running into you right?” Teasing he’d stick his tongue out, till realizing this was a stranger not someone who he goofed around with everyday. Pulling his tongue back in and the blush getting more prominent on his face. “Aish.. Would it be weird if you made it up to me by buying me coffee?”

#95ejh #don't worry your reply was 12/10 definitely worth the wait #which honestly doesn't even count as waiting

@95ejh // spilled coffee

How could anyone cope with the same stranger spilling coffee onto their shirt twice at the same day with so much patience? Namjoon was honestly on the verge of dying from embarrassment the second the other man was trying to calm his nerves. “This is definitely not okay.” Namjoon insisted and carefully pulled off the strangers shirt. “How could I make it only worse?” Was the only thing that came to his mind the second he saw how far the coffee had spread on the shirt.

Namjoon ran a hand through his own hair, the frustration over the situation most probably pretty evident on his features, but he was willed to honestly do everything possible just to make it up to the other, maybe even save some of his dignity. “Buying you coffee would most probably be the most ironic thing to do, but really, do I look as if I’d care about such a tiny detail?” Namjoon replied with a lopsided grin.

It seemed like the stranger wasn’t mad at all, a rare occurrence with how often these kind of things happened to Namjoon and it only made him more determined to kindly repay the other man. “I’m Namjoon by the way.. And I hope I’m not going to spill coffee onto you anymore.” He offered sheepishly and bowed deeply in both greeting and apology.

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flexible tongue | Namjoon x Yoongi

He nodded small when the other told him he would know a place. Since Yoongi had no clue about the nearby area he trusted Namjoon insofar. After all he was coming to the place for a while longer already than him, wasn’t he? He only snorted softly when he was called a bean again, on top a small bean. “Don’t make fun of me. I could kick your ass if I want to.” And that wasn’t even a lie, he thought to himself.

They walked in rather comfortable silence; Yoongi not being the most talkative person anyway. Though when Namjoon asked him how he came up with his story, he answered almost a bit too quick. “I don’t know-” The smaller boy bit his lip, gaze directed towards the ground. “I didn’t … think. It all came … just naturally out of my mouth.” He knew though that his words had actually told his very own story, but who was he to tell the other about that?

“I feel like we never really talked to one another.” he quickly attempted to change the subject. “When did you start rapping again?” He looked up shortly at the older one. Namjoon was more of a talker than him, so he hoped the other would keep them busy until they’d reach their destination at least.

“Sorry Yoongi, but you are basically only reaching my shoulder, no way you could kick my ass.” Namjoon replied with a snicker and softly punched the others arm. “You could kick my ass and make me laugh at how much it would tickle.” Teasing each other for their height difference was a thing that had quickly settled into their companionship.

And so had the fact that they talked about music and nothing else. It wasn’t per se because Namjoon wasn’t interested to get to know the younger, but because Yoongi had been really closed up from the start and Namjoon thought there must be a reason for Yoongis acting, which was why he didn’t demand the other to open up for him.

If Yoongi would have been ready to stop being mysterious and start to actually open up to the older, he would show it, Namjoon had thought all along and it obviously proved him right, because Yoongi actually started to speak up about something that wasn’t music. “Well you see. You never seemed to be the small talk kind of guy, so I thought if you’d want to actually become friends, you’d beat me to it. And seems like tonight is the night, especially after your really strong performance earlier.”

Of all the things Yoongi could have asked, this wasn’t surprising him at all. “I started when I was seventeen and felt like the music I usually enjoyed didn’t reflect my emotions anymore.” He replied honestly. Lying had never been a thing Namjoon had been good with, so he always tended to the truth more or less freely. “What about you? You seem like you have a story yourself why you chose to start rapping.”

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“Ugh, I can’t stay mad at you.”

“You better can’t” Namjoon replied with a toothy grin, the lopsided one, more dimples than seemingly endless white teeth. After stealing her chocolate bar and taking a bite as huge as for half the bar to be gone, he held the remaining part out for her to take. “Want the other half?”

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flexible tongue | Namjoon x Yoongi

“Told ya.” He couldn’t help but think that Namjoon looked cute with that huge grin on his face, even though he didn’t quite return it. The corners of his lips just barely moved what could have been anything in the range of a smile to a frown. But that was simply how he rolled. He let the other hug him again, even leaning a bit against him as they left the club together. Outside though he was quick to remove himself from the taller male again, burying himself inside his sweater.

He looked down the street, then helplessly shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t know any good places nearby and honestly wasn’t craving any special food right now either. “Dunno. Is there anything you can recommend nearby? It doesn’t have to be fancy. But tasty.” he nodded small to himself, wetting his lips.

Good food was hard to find in this moldy neighborhood but Namjoon new a small noodle place they could go to not too far from where they stood below a dimly lit street lamp just outside the club. “I know a place, come on! It’s not the best place to be at 11 pm on a thursday night, but clearly it’ll do to celebrate your win, small bean.” In all Honesty, Namjoon had no clue why he was so happy about Yoongis win.

Deep down Namjoon knew he was plainly satisfied by the fact it had been him who had persuaded Yoongi to participate and help him to the win he had just earned tonight. It gave him an almost sick kind of satisfaction to know that Yoongi had slayed those guys with a heartfelt story in between harshly cursed words instead of just going off on the most obvious thing he spotted about those two guys.

“Your story was really well told. What did inspire you to come up with it?” he asked curiously as they walked side by side, both with their hands in their pockets, keeping their thoughts to themselves. But Namjoon hated the silence, so he spoke up frankly for once around Yoongi.

flexible tongue | Namjoon x Yoongi

He was kind of taken aback when the audience started to cheer for him out of seemingly nowhere and the guys who formerly gave him mocking looks now pulled off their hat to him. Yoongi bit his lip for a split second; a habit he couldn’t really get rid of, before he put the mic back where he found it. Those guys had just left the stage after making fools out of themselves and usually it would have been Yoongi now to stay there and challenge other people to battle him - at least that’s how these battles mostly worked; one winning and then challenging other’s. But he didn’t really felt like bragging so he just quietly left the stage as well.

This time he didn’t have to squeeze himself through the crowd since the people made space for him to comfortably walk back, some patting him acknowledging on the shoulder as he passed them. He stopped when he reached Namjoon and looked up to him. “I am hungry. Can we grab something to eat right away?” he said and waited for the older to agree. He wasn’t expecting him to really invite him for dinner even though he owed that to him now after winning. But Yoongi simply wanted to leave and get some fresh air, so why not claim his reward when given the chance?

Grinning like an idiot was a thing Namjoon rarely ever did, but damn, he was grinning from side to side, feeling positively like his face was splitting in half. He felt genuinely proud of Yoongi and the skills he had just proved to the whole room. “Damn dude, that was sick.” Namjoon said as Yoongi came into hearing range and he reached out for the younger like he had done earlier, wrapping his arm around the others shoulder.

“Let me tell you Yoongi, I feel like a proud bean father.” No matter how happy Namjoon was, he could not stop teasing the smaller man. It was just how their relationship worked. “Come on, dinners on me tonight. Were do you want to go to?” Namjoon asked and held tighter onto Yoongi so he wouldn’t lose him in the crowd around them, as they made their way out onto the street and into the crisp summer night.

flexible tongue | Namjoon x Yoongi

He surely was nervous - who wouldn’t be if his whole reputation could be destroyed within a beat. But if there was one thing he was good with, then it was covering up his true emotions. Well, his reputation was nothing more but being ‘that smol bean that lost against Namjoon’ and most of the people here probably had already forgotten about him again just the day after that night but he was almost sure that if he’d lose now, he could grab his things and never come back again. Because people with a big mouth weren’t a welcome guest.

( insert rap battle here lmao … jk. )

The two guys he was battling seemed to know each other already. At least they exchanged a look before one of them started to rap to the beat, the other stepping in shortly after. They altered between looking at him, then at the audience and back at each other again before they finished off their segment with them both standing back to back against one another, meaning it was now Yoongi’s turn.

The boy dropped any self-doubts right on the spot as he brought the mic up to his lips. The last time, when he had challenged Namjoon, his thoughts were quicker than his mouth and so he got muddled up and kicked himself out. This time though his mouth seemed to have adjusted to the pace of his thoughts. Even though for Yoongi it felt like he wasn’t thinking at all. The words just spilled over his lips, quick but pointy telling a story about a guy escaping the daily life, breaking the boundaries that held him back, telling the one’s who never believed in him to ‘fuck off’ and do his own thing.

He was so driven by the beat that when he finished, with his hand making one specific move, he at first didn’t even realize that the guys he was battling missed their entry because they were busy staring at the smol mint haired boy who just slayed them.

Rap battles were usually more or less the same. Opponents in their early twenties, their jeans riding low, their snapbacks turned backwards on their heads, their verses being low key and shallow, no depth at all. Really, rap battles usually were the same. But once every blue moon there was someone on stage, who truly loved what he did, whom enjoyed being on stage for the sake of making music and letting the jumbled tangle of words in their minds run free.

Those rap battles were rare and Namjoon found himself to be lucky to experience such a kind right in the moment Yoongi lifted his hand up to his mouth, pressing the mic against his lips as he started to roll eloquent words off his tongue. Damn him for actually putting effort into this, putting a story behind his words -- or words to his story and allowing everyone in the room to be part of it.

It was like watching magic happen right before his eyes. Yoongi clearly was out to win, not with how he dissed the others choice of shoes, but because his words held a kind of meaning that made his opponents look like unexperienced kindergarten kids. Moments like this always held a kind of magic, creating an atmosphere that raised goosebumps along Namjoons forearms. He would have loved to see the determination Yoongi showed, on more people during rap battles, but he knew not everyone had the same kind of force driving them as Yoongi had.

flexible tongue | Namjoon x Yoongi

“You think I can’t do it?!” he almost snapped when Namjoon literally told him not to make a fool out of himself and go up there to battle these guys. “Fuck you, Namjoon.” was the last he hissed towards the older one before he squeezed himself through the mass towards the stage. He didn’t even answered the other one to his last words, something that his friend believed Yoongi would never win against him.

The boy climbed onto stage, not bothering with the opponents already being changed and honestly he had no clue who those guys were either or how good they were but he thought that if he wouldn’t beat them into the ground right now, he would always be a fucking bean in Namjoons eyes. He could literally feel how their gaze pierced through his back, how they grinned, thinking they’d be superior. Tiny but mighty, Yoongi told himself as he grabbed one of the free mics ere he turned around to face his opponents. He might was small, but if looks could kill those two would have already been dead by now.

“I am challenging you. Both of you.” he announced. Yoongi felt like this would decide over everything now. If he’d loose against them he could never see into Namjoon’s eyes again. But if he would win…