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Namjoon was seventeen years old when he became the leader of an idol group.
Seventeen, still a kid himself- and yet there he was in charge of the success and livelihood of six other boys.
He had plenty of shit to deal with, keep track of, worry about. So it’s safe to say the last thing he needed was to fall in love with Kim Seokjin.
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“So” Seokjin’s voice pierce the thick layer of quiet, not sounding like noise but sounding like part of the silence itself, like one of the many instruments played in a song “I know I just got back and we just met but…” Yoongi looks at him, the elder licking his lips absentmindedly and still looking like a rehearsed movement, graceful and lofty, in the good sense of the word “I was thinking if you would like to give me your number so maybe we could have dinner?”
“Uh” it’s always the dumbest sounds that come out, Yoongi registers as his own voice breaks the silence, the silence that Seokjin is a part of, and Yoongi just sounds pitchy and strangled like a cat hissing, running from a furious dog and reaching a dead end “I’m straight”
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Min Yoongi is straight. He is. He has known it all his life. But then there's Jungkook's brother, and he looks too good and Yoongi looks too much and they get along too well. But Yoongi is straight.
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10 Dec 2022