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"What do you think Jinnie-hyung is hiding underneath those sweaters?" Taehyung asks suddenly.

What he's hiding under those sweaters, Yoongi finds out, is a narrow waist that is too tempting for Yoongi's own good.

Notes:

Alternatively titled: This was supposed to be short and idk what happened send help

Okay first off you'll see this has eventual smut and this is the first time I'm uploading a smooty fic so tell me how it goes - my beta reader Nii is out like a light rn and he's usually the dude that tells me what's up. I have other smuts that'll see the light of day. Eventually.

If you see any mistakes - I was snapchatting Ali the whole time I was editing rip me - please don't hesitate to let me know! Kudos and feedback are much appreciated~

Thank for you reading ~

Title is a shitty play on GTA's 'Wasted' but like idk peeps,,, homophones. No one even gets wasted. Just lots of talk about Jin's waist.

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The first time Yoongi met Seokjin, he didn't think too much of it. He was Jungkook's handsome tutor who wore soft, oversized sweaters that made him look both ridiculously broad and incredibly smol (yes, with that intentional spelling).

 

It wasn't even that special of a first-time meeting. He and Jungkook were supposed to meet up for a late lunch after Jungkook's tutoring session (for a smart kid, he was pretty shit at math). There wasn't even much warning, just a text from Jungkook fifteen minutes after the time they were supposed to meet that read, 'sorry hyung gna b late, bringing jin-hyung my tutor if it's ok w u'

 

'no probs,' Yoongi had texted back and ten minutes later he was met with a flushed Jungkook with apologies spilling from his mouth and his tall (and rather attractive) tutor.

 

"Seokjin-hyung, meet Yoongi-hyung who's my TA for music comp," Jungkook had said, gesturing to Yoongi then an empty seat. "Yoongi-hyung, this is Seokjin-hyung. He didn't eat today so I invited him to lunch with us."

 

"That's fine," Yoongi had replied, giving Seokjin a small, welcoming smile to try and smooth out the slightly nervous expression on his face. He was kind of cute looking, with plush lips a few shades of pink darker than his pastel hoodie. "Nice to meet you."

 

"You too, I've heard lots about you," Seokjin had said and Yoongi just nodded before turning back to his menu.

 

See? Nothing too special.

 

However, after that meeting, Seokjin slowly began to weave his way into their little friend circle and stepping away from Jungkook's biweekly tutor to their doting older hyung with an incredible collection of oversized sweaters, hoodies and shirts. Yoongi is all for comfortable fashion, so he's pretty on board with Seokjin's clothing choices. Always trust a guy who wears practical outfits over fashion choices (or, alternatively titled: Hoseok in sweats and sandals > whatever the hell that floor length cardigan thing Namjoon wears). Yoongi, who usually balks at new additions to their group (read: when Hoseok brings in the easily excitable Kim Taehyung who knocked over Yoongi's coffee on their first meeting) and is pleased at Seokjin's relative calmness and the order that he brought to their circle.

 

(Although, Yoongi has seen firsthand Seokjin playing video games with the maknaes - he plays dirty as hell and will knock Jimin's controller out of his hands if he's losing which ensues a controller-smacking session and everything dissolves into chaos.)

 

He appreciates Seokjin a lot, admiring his upbeat attitude and a level of pettiness that contends against Jimin's. Yoongi finds that Seokjin is charming and clever with just enough awkwardness to make him endearing as hell to anyone he meets. He's definitely endearing to Yoongi, and he grumbles at the way his heart beats just a little faster whenever he sees Seokjin casually lope towards him, all legs and squished smiles, letting Yoongi's name roll off his tongue in an excited greeting.

 

He may or may not have a slight crush on Jungkook's pretty tutor turned oldest hyung of their little squad.

 

Yoongi (and by default, everyone else) met Seokjin during the fall semester where everyone was bundled up to block out the biting cold of the upcoming winter season. Soon, spring starts to make her way back around, melting the snow and running little slushy streams all over the campus, and Yoongi decides to treat Taehyung to boba tea on one of the warmer days to actually drink boba and not have their teeth fall off from the cold. When they sit at the tables, Taehyung is fidgeting with his cup and Yoongi raises a brow curiously, wondering what question is bouncing around in Taehyung's mind.

 

"What do you think Jinnie-hyung is hiding underneath those sweaters?" Taehyung asks suddenly, sipping loudly at his taro boba tea. Yoongi sucks up a boba and looks judgingly at Taehyung as he chews; Of course he'd be speculating about something like that. "Not once have I seen him shirtless! Jungkookie says he's strong enough to keep up with him at the gym, so by proxy he must too have a rockin' bod."

 

"Can't believe you just said 'rockin' bod' with a straight face, Tae," he says, swirling his iced matcha tea and letting the boba roll around rather pathetically. "Besides, why are you so curious? And spring just started - no one in their right mind would be shirtless in the winter except to shower."

 

"Hyung, have you ever held Seokjin-hyung?" Taehyung asks, bypassing the last part of the Yoongi's statement.

 

"W-what? Why would I?"

 

"Ooh man, for someone who has a huge ol' crush on him I'm honestly surprised you haven't!" Taehyung trills before dodging the boba Yoongi blows at him with his straw. "That's gross hyung."

 

"It wouldn't have been if you didn't move," snips back Yoongi. "Also, I don't even like Seokjin-hyung like that!"

 

"Blah, blah, blah," Taehyung mocks, making the talking hand gesture at Yoongi. Kid's about to be out a hand if he keeps that shit up. "I won't tell anyone else if you fess up right now."

 

"Who the hell have you told about this? This lie, that is. Because I don't have a crush on Seokjin-hyung."

 

Taehyung gives him a judgemental look not unlike the one he gave the other boy a few minutes earlier. "Jiminie, of course! I tell him everything."

 

"Even your conspiracy theories?"

 

"There's no conspiracy about this," Taehyung insists.

 

Yoongi rolls his eyes and sucks up another boba, chewing viciously. "Anyways, not that I want to know but what were you saying about Seokjin-hyung's body if it'll get you to change topics."

 

"You can't distract me that easily!"

 

"Is it about his shoulders?"

 

"No, oh my god, you would think so but it isn't!" Taehyung's eyes light up with glee and Yoongi mentally exhales a sigh of relief as the topic finally shifts gears albeit not in the direction he really wants it to go. "Hyung, it's his waist."

 

Yoongi pictures Seokjin, tall and a little gawky at times, broad shoulders the only thing noticeable in his formless sweaters. "What waist?"

 

Taehyung leans forward. "He's got a Dorito body, hyung."

 

"The fuck is a Dorito body."

 

"It's when you have broad shoulders but a tiny waist! A triangle body. Like a Dorito chip."

 

"Right, okay, whatever. How can you even tell? He's always wearing those shapeless sweaters."

 

"I tickled him and there was a lot of space."

 

"What."

 

"Like..." Taehyung lifts his hands, having them slightly apart before moving them abruptly closer. "You know?"

 

Good thing Yoongi is pretty fluent in 'Taehyung,' so he gets the idea pretty quick. "So you're saying that when you grabbed his waist, it wasn't immediately felt beneath his sweater."

 

"Yes! Space!" Taehyung sighs, shifting his hands so that they're cupping his face. He squishes his cheeks and looks beseechingly at Yoongi. "He has a tiny waist, hyung. It's so darling, I want death."

 

"Right." Yoongi finishes his drink, ignoring Taehyung's dismayed expression. "What?"

 

"I thought you'd be more excited about this revelation!"

 

"What am I supposed to even do with this information?"

 

"Just think about it," Taehyung insists. "About how perfect Seokjin-hyung is - he's got a face crafted by the gods themselves, a teeny-tiny curvy waist, shoulders for fucking months, he's funny, and he can cook! You need to snatch him right up, hyung."

 

"If anyone here sounds like he has a crush on Seokjin-hyung, it's you." Yoongi stands up, preparing to chuck his empty cup and head back to campus. "Anyways, how do I know you're not making it all up?"

 

Taehyung lets out an affronted gasp, one hand pressed dramatically to his chest. "Why would I lie about beautiful waists?" he asks. "Go feel for yourself!"

 

"That doesn't sound fucking weird at all. I'll see you later, Tae." Yoongi shoulders his backpack back on and leaves, pausing to toss the cup into the trashcan as he passes. As he's walking past the front of the shop, he thinks back to Taehyung's hand gesture from earlier and mimics it. If Taehyung is actually serious about Seokjin having a narrow waist...

 

He looks over and makes eye contact with Taehyung through the window. He then realizes his hands are still outstretched. Taehyung's face is alight with unbridled delight and Yoongi flips him off.

 

Yoongi has no idea how he could even try to get his hand onto Seokjin's waist to confirm anything so he pushes the thought from his mind as he heads to his next class.

 

---

 

"This is not a good idea," Namjoon says.

 

"It'll be fine," argues Jungkook. "We'll all fit!"

 

Yoongi surveys their current situation: the seven of them are standing in front of an elevator of the biology building. On the rooftop is a garden, where Taehyung and Jimin are growing some plants as part of a now-finished class project and they need help to dismantle their set up and bring the plants back down.

 

"Besides," Jimin interrupts, one small finger coming up and pressing against Namjoon's lip in annoyance as the taller male tries to open his mouth to argue again. "You can't even access the rooftop garden by stairs."

 

Namjoon exhales. "Fine," he grumbles against Jimin's finger. "I'd be more comfortable if it was the newer elevator."

 

"Yeah well it's under repairs so tough." Jimin tsks unsympathetically and hits the up button. The elevator dings open and Yoongi balks for a moment. "Oh, not you too hyung."

 

"S'just smaller than I expected," he mutters before stepping in, Seokjin following behind. It's a tight fit and Yoongi's pressed against the back of the elevator with Seokjin in front of him and Hoseok a little off to the side. Jimin squeezes in last.

 

"Seokjin-hyung, your shoulders take up half the elevator," Jimin complains, voice a little muffled.

 

"Jiminie you don't have shoulders so with my shoulders and your lack of shoulders, it evens out," ridicules Seokjin in return.

 

"Fight me, hyung."

 

The door finally closes and the elevator lurches into motion, the sudden movement launching Yoongi forward in surprise. He grabs at Seokjin's shoulders to stablize himself and Seokjin makes a small noise of concern.

 

"You alright there, Yoongi?" Seokjin asks.

 

"Fine, just lost my balance is all," Yoongi mumbles. With his fingers clutching at Seokjin's shoulders, he flashes back to his conversation with Taehyung nearly a month and a half back.

 

"He has a tiny waist, hyung."

 

Not that Yoongi is curious or anything, but he thinks maybe holding Seokjin by the waist is easier on his arms than having to hold them up to Seokjin's shoulders. That's right, he'll just move his hands to Seokjin's waist so the blood doesn't rush from his arms from having to hold them up. It's not like he wants to see for himself if Seokjin's waist is as narrow as Taehyung says. Why is he even listening to Taehyung anyways?

 

Yoongi lets his hands slide from Seokjin's shoulders, down the expanse of his back and. Oh.

 

His hands take an unexpected curve inwards. Instead of going straight down as he anticipated, they slope at an angle and he finds himself holding, yes, Seokjin's waist. Almost like an afterthought, he lifts and splays his fingers against Seokjin's hips, letting them fan out before settling back against the soft cloth of Seokjin's hoodie. He stares blankly at the fabric pushed between his fingers and Seokjin's body, the way the fabric tightens in the areas between his shoulders and waist. Seokjin doesn't seem to notice but Yoongi is noticing everything.

 

Seokjin has a small fucking waist.

 

How fucking darling.

 

Yoongi, now presented literally with two handfuls of information, has no idea what to do with said information.

 

The elevator squeaks to a stop and the doors whooshes open, Jimin falling out the box almost immediately. "Who grabbed my ass?" demands Jimin, and Yoongi can see the three people immediately behind Jimin - Namjoon, Taehyung and Hoseok - all leaving the elevator with equally bewildered expressions. He would speculate which one is lying but he’s still stuck on Seokjin – literally.

 

"Ah, Yoongi, can you let go?" Seokjin asks softly and he realizes his fingers are still clutching to Seokjin's curvy – c u r v y – waist. He lets go but instantly makes eye contact with a gleeful looking Taehyung. Seokjin's ears are a light shade of pink as he steps out the elevator.

 

He wonders if he can get away with shoving Taehyung off the rooftop but to his dismay he finds that the door leads only to the walled off greenhouse area and not to the rest of the roof.

 

Tch. Spared for now.

 

---

 

Spring blossoms into summer, the warm weather giving way to unforgiveable heat and Yoongi has never wanted death until that very moment.

 

"I'm gonna die," Jimin complains from the floor, his voice somewhere near Yoongi. Yoongi is motionless on the couch, his spot directly in the path of one of the desk fans set up in Namjoon and Hoseok's apartment. The tepid warm air blowing in his face is pretty shit but it's better than broiling. Maybe. "This is it. Yoongi-hyung, write my will."

 

"Fuck no, that requires moving," Yoongi gripes back. "Get someone else to do it. How about Jin-hyung?" At the other end of the couch is Seokjin, who's scrolling through his phone and fanning his face with a paper fan. He's dressed in a loose tank top and basketball shorts and even in the summer he still opts for formless clothing – although, in fairness, no one in their right damn sanity would wear anything tight in this fucking heat.

 

"Hell no," Seokjin says, eyes not leaving his phone.

 

Taehyung and Jungkook are on the floor as well, shifting every few minutes to press their sticky skin against the somewhat cooler wooden floorboards. They're both shirtless, smushing as much skin as possible against the floor in a desperate attempt to cool down but having to move after their skin heats up the spot. Namjoon's sitting with his back against one of the loveseats, commandeering one of the fans and letting the air blow directly into his face. Yoongi thinks Hoseok is shoving his face into the freezer somewhere in the kitchen partway in his mission to bring them some half-eaten ice cream and whatever popsicles are in the fridge before they melt.

 

Jimin goes quiet, the weather being too fucking hot to argue. The AC is out - as it is in majority of the city as they suffer a power outage from too many people cranking up their ACs to fight off the heatwave.

 

"Hoseok, are you going to bring the ice cream or not?" Taehyung complains and there's a muffled curse from the kitchen. "Don't forget the napkins."

 

Hoseok shuffles back in, balancing two tubs of ice creams with three popsicles perched on top. In his other hand, he's holding spoons and a wad of napkins.

 

"Go wild," Hoseok says, setting the frozen treats onto the coffee table and Yoongi watches in amusement as the maknaes and Namjoon lunge for the cold snacks. Hoseok manages to grab two popsicles and dance out of the way before Jungkook faceplants onto the coffee table by Jimin's ruthless little hand in his attempt to snag the tub of strawberry ice cream. He makes his way over to where Seokjin and Yoongi are sitting on the couch and plops between them. "Popsicle, hyung?" he asks Yoongi.

 

"Don't mind if I do, thanks." Yoongi takes one of the treats and unwraps it, catching a melting dribble of red juice before it falls onto his hand. Raspberry flavored, nice. He sucks on it for a minute, reveling in the coolness and letting the chill run through his bones. On the floor, Jimin and Taehyung share the strawberry ice cream while Namjoon has commandeered the green tea flavored one. Jungkook sucks on the other popsicle and Yoongi realizes Seokjin is the only one who doesn't have a cold treat melting in his hands. "Want some of mine, hyung?" he offers and Seokjin looks up from his phone and eyes the treat. "I don't mind."

 

"Thanks, Yoongi," Seokjin smiles, reaching out and pulling the sticky treat from Yoongi's fingers. He regrets the offer almost immediately once Seokjin closes his full lips around the treat and sucks on it. Looking away, he makes eye contact with Hoseok who grins around his own grape flavored popsicle. He scowls.

 

They stay like that for about fifteen minutes, sucking and licking at the rapidly melting treats. Seokjin and Yoongi alternate nibbling off part of the popsicle and Yoongi gets progressively more bothered at how the cold treat makes Seokjin's lips look even redder and fuller than usual. His mind briefly wonders if his lips also tastes like the raspberry popsicle but he pushes the thought from his head.

 

Just as Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook begin to eye Namjoon and his ice cream (with Namjoon warily holding the small tub closer to his body), Seokjin suddenly asks, "Do you guys want to go to the pool?"

 

Hoseok lolls his head to look over at Seokjin in disbelief. "In this weather?" he asks. "Everyone's gonna be at the pool, hyung. No offense."

 

Seokjin looks up from his phone, a slow smile creeping across his face as he looks around at them. "How about a private pool then, Hoseokkie?"

 

"A private pool?" Jungkook asks, visibly brightening. "Explain, hyung."

 

"You know my friend, Lee Jaehwan?"

 

"He's the acting major with the nose," Taehyung pipes up. "He's got that acting buddy with the resting bitch face."

 

"Yes, him," chuckles Seokjin. "Also, don't say that about Taekwoon-hyung, he's really sweet. Anyways, I was texting him and turns out he and his family took a vacation to Jeju Island and he says I'm welcomed to go swim in his family's pool."

 

"No way," Jimin says, voicing Yoongi's heat-muddled thoughts for him. The small dancer straightens excitedly, eyes brightening in delight. "Hyung, don't tell me you're fucking with us."

 

"Get your shit everyone," Seokjin beams. "We're gonna go swimming."

 

Jungkook whoops, throwing his arms in the air and accidentally launching his popsicle stick as he lets it go. It arcs through the air and falls with a soft splunk into Namjoon's melted ice cream. Namjoon stares at the little wooden stick in disappointment before lifting another melted spoonful to his mouth and continuing to eat it anyways. The heat really is cooking their brains, holy fuck.

 

Yoongi peels himself off the sofa and goes to help Jimin gather towels and extra clothes to change into as he listens to Hoseok tell Namjoon that he should just chuck the melted ice cream, to Taehyung and Jungkook excited chatter, and he smiles as he hears Seokjin's squeaky laughter.

 

---

 

Yoongi's the first to enter the pool, but that's because Seokjin accidentally pushes him into it after Taehyung bumps into Seokjin from behind. He isn't even mad because the water is so fucking cool and refreshing against his heated skin, bobbing back to the surface in time to see Jungkook throw off his shirt and do a cannonball off the springboard, landing in the water with an impressive splash.

 

"Show off!" complains Hoseok but he too yanks off his shirt and dives into the water after the maknae. One by one, they pull off their shirts and leap into the water. Only Seokjin hovers at the edge, still typing on his phone. "Aren't you coming in, Seokjin-hyung?"

 

"Just telling Jaehwannie thanks," he says before setting the phone down on the nearby patio table that's covered in their towels and phones.

 

"You're taking your shirt off, right hyung?" Taehyung calls from the other side of the pool where he's trying to dunk a flailing Namjoon. Yoongi's slowly treading the water, his chin barely above the water. Taehyung manages to make eye contact with Yoongi and mouths, “Dorito body.” Yoongi flips him off.

 

"You perv," jeers Seokjin in return but his fingers move to the edge of the floppy tank top. In one smooth motion, he slips out of his tank top and Yoongi chokes on a mouthful of water. Taehyung whoops and Yoongi misses the pointed glance the other boy throws in his direction. He doesn’t want to hear (or see) ‘Dorito body’ mentioned ever again.

 

Yoongi belatedly realizes this is the first time he's seen Seokjin shirtless since they've met all the way back in the fall semester.

 

Seeing Seokjin's slender waist really is an experience all on its own, even more so than simply feeling it through the fluffy mass of his sweater. It's a subtle tapering from his broad shoulders, curving like a racecar track, and he hears Jimin shout from somewhere behind him.

 

"Waaah, Seokjinnie-hyung your waist is so tiny!" Jimin calls. "How cute!"

 

Seokjin covers his torso shyly with his arms as Hoseok adds, "Yeah! Is this what you've been hiding underneath all those sweaters during the winter?"

 

"You guys," mutters Seokjin in embarrassment, ears turning red. He quickly slips into the water near Yoongi before diving under and popping back out, pushing the water from his face and hair with his hands and the movement looks straight out of sexy photoshoot or some shit. "You alright there, Yoongi?"

 

Yoongi starts. "Yeah, everything's fine," he mumbles, ducking back underwater to fight the heat threatening to climb onto his face. He welcomes the cool embrace of the water and he quickly kicks out to swim over to where Hoseok was treading the water. He grabs Hoseok's ankle before letting go and kicking backward as he hears Hoseok screech and flail out. Popping back out the water, he starts laughing at Hoseok's terrified expression.

 

"You're a damn dick, Min Yoongi!" Hoseok accuses, one finger jabbing in his direction furiously. Yoongi just laughs harder, and he can hear Seokjin giggling somewhere behind him. Jungkook demands a game of chicken and it all dissolves into a squabble of who’s going to be on whose team. Yoongi hears splashing behind him and he turns to see Seokjin wading towards him.

 

"You playing?" Seokjin asks.

 

Yoongi watches as Jimin dunks Jungkook when the other boy picks Taehyung as his partner, squawking about water going up his nose. "Nah," he says. He freezes when he feels Seokjin hook his chin onto Yoongi's shoulder, tilting his head so it's tucked against Yoongi's neck. He can feel Seokjin's wet hair tickle his skin but he doesn't move.

 

The battle is decided to be Jungkook and Taehyung versus Hoseok and Jimin with Namjoon refereeing. As the game starts - Taehyung wobbling on Jungkook's shoulder while Jimin seems pretty steady on top of Hoseok – Seokjin shifts away from Yoongi and wades a little closer to the game, standing a bit in front of Yoongi. Yoongi's eyes are drawn to his waist again.

 

It's just there, and Yoongi wants to feel Seokjin's warm, wet skin beneath his fingers, let his fingers run down the tantalizing curve of his waist. He wants to feel his fingers dip against Seokjin, holding him in place.

 

Yoongi shakes his head, trying to clear his mind. This is silly – Seokjin never showed any signs that he's even likes Yoongi in return. He watches as Jimin jabs at Taehyung's ribcage, the taller boy writhing back and nearly toppling over if it isn't for Jungkook jerking forward desperately to stabilize them. No matter how hard he tries to focus on the squabbling match in front of him, he keeps drifting back to Seokjin. Seokjin, who’s all shoulders and broad back that narrows to something so impossibly slim - an hourglass figure, Yoongi realizes. That's even more attractive, knowing that Seokjin basically has the ideal hourglass figure so effortlessly. Yoongi sends a silent thank to the universe for blessing Seokjin with his genetics.

 

The match comes to an abrupt end as Taehyung topples too far back for Jungkook to save them and they crash into the water with an impressive splash. Jimin and Hoseok whoops in delight, Jimin kicking out in glee. Jungkook and Taehyung resurface, with matching tongue-in-cheek expressions.

 

"You should play next, Yoongi-hyung!" Hoseok challenges, and Yoongi snorts but edges behind Seokjin. He doesn't even realize he's moving to hold Seokjin's waist until he feels warmth beneath his fingers and he glances down to see his fingers resting atop of his hips, right above the waistband of Seokjin's swimming trunks.

 

"Fat chance!" he calls back, fingers tightening against Seokjin's waist. He thinks he hears a small, sharp gasp from Seokjin but it's lost among Hoseok's answering whine.

 

"You're no fun," pouts Hoseok.

 

"How about a water gun fight?" asks Seokjin, and everyone turns to look at him. "I think Jaehwan has some in the pool shed he keeps for him and his friends."

 

"Nice!" Jungkook vaults easily out of the pool and rushes to the nearby shed. Throwing open the door, he disappears for a moment before reappearing holding one of those Super Soakers water guns.

 

"Oh, shit just got real," Taehyung says gleefully.

 

There's only six Super Soakers in the shed, which meant one person couldn't play. "I can sit out," Yoongi says quickly but Taehyung has his thinking face on.

 

(It's nothing special, it's just him looking more spaced out than usual but now featuring a Super Soaker.)

 

"How about we play keep away but with Yoongi-hyung," he suggests.

 

"What do you mean?" asks Namjoon.

 

"I mean three of us has to protect Yoongi-hyung while the rest of us tries to get him out in a time limit. If we manage to hit Yoongi-hyung, he and his team has to pay for dinner. If the opposing team loses, they pay for dinner."

 

"Sounds good," Hoseok says cheerfully. "Rock paper scissors?"

 

"As always," Seokjin chuckles, already holding out his fist. "Loser protects Yoongi."

 

After an incredibly riveting game of rock-paper-scissors (read: sarcasm), Yoongi's protectors are the Kim bros versus Satoori bros (read: their nickname choices, not Yoongi's).

 

"I'm a satoori boy," mumbles Taehyung, pouting in Jimin, Hoseok and Jungkook's direction. "Listen to this dialect," he continues, letting his Daegu accent roll off his tongue.

 

"Hi," Yoongi says in dialect, but Taehyung continues pouting. "Wow, alright."

 

"And a Kim bro," Namjoon placates in his standard Seoul accent, patting Taehyung's shoulder. "Kim bros are winners by default because we're so cool."

 

Taehyung looks over at Jimin. "Marry me, Park Jimin, and let me take your last name so I no longer have to be a Kim and have to listen to Joonie-hyung's shitty pep talk!" he yells as Namjoon actually looks affronted. Seokjin laughs loudly, clapping his hands together like a seal. A cute seal.

 

"Hell no, as if I'm marrying you with a proposal like that," Jimin scoffs from the edge of the pool where he's filling the water gun.

 

"Looks like you're stuck with us," Seokjin laughs, clasping one hand on Taehyung's shoulder.

 

"Why do I feel like we're paying for dinner," Yoongi says despondently. Seokjin snorts, shouldering his gun.

 

"We're not going to," Seokjin says, tilting his head to look at Yoongi over his shoulder. "I'll protect you, Yoongi~"

 

And then he puckers up his lips and winks.

 

Yoongi fights back the urge to swan dive into the pool and just lay at the bottom. Just send him to his water grave, right now.

 

"Enough flirting, let's go!" Jungkook calls, waving his gun impatiently.

 

They play in the pool to make it harder, and Yoongi finds himself backed up against the side of the pool, lightly bobbing in the water. Seokjin is right in front of him as his main defense ("Those shoulders gotta be good for something," Taehyung says before winking at Yoongi. Yoongi wants to dunk his smarmy ass). Taehyung and Namjoon are a couple feet ahead, ready to fend off the rather intimidating trio of Jungkook, Jimin and Hoseok.

 

It's a surprisingly vicious game, with Jungkook and Jimin teaming up at one point to yank Taehyung underwater by his legs, forcing Namjoon to lunge after his teammate but Seokjin turns out to be a good defender, blasting the incoming Hoseok directly in the face and sending him spluttering backwards. They decided that if the anyone gets hit by water, they have to move back to the springboard at the other end of the pool before coming back – all the swimming eats up a lot of time. Yoongi is free to move as he pleases but without a gun or protection, moving around can only get him so far. The time limit is twenty minutes, with Namjoon's phone set with the alarm.

 

There's a particularly harrowing moment where both Seokjin and Namjoon gets taken out by Jimin and Hoseok as Taehyung is swimming to the board, leaving Yoongi vulnerable for attack. He ends up floating alongside Seokjin as he swims to the springboard and avoiding the blasts of water from the Satoori bros. One hand holds at Seokjin's waist, and he tries not to think about how many times his fingers have grabbed at Seokjin's hips in panic. There's a voice somewhere in his head that tells him he could easily just grip at Seokjin's shoulders but that's just so much less appealing.

 

"I got you, Yoongi," Seokjin says as they're back in position. Before Yoongi can say anything, the older male yelps, "Hold on!" and without a second thought he wraps his arms around Seokjin's torso and is pulled as Seokjin kicks away from a steathily approaching Jungkook taking the sneaky underwater route. His arms circles Seokjin's tapered torso so easily, and it feels right that Seokjin is in his arms. He tries not to dwell on that thought, pushing his concentration towards not getting shot at with water. He ducks another blast from Jimin, knocking his face into Seokjin's back and accidentally pressing his lips against Seokjin's damp, warm skin.

 

Oh hell.

 

He can feel Seokjin's back jerk in surprise but the other male doesn't say anything. Yoongi loosens his arms, ready to let go and put some distance when he feels Seokjin's fingers circle his wrist, holding him in place. Yoongi turns his head so that he's no longer kissing Seokjin's back but pressing his cheek against the warm skin. He floats there, arms wound around Seokjin's waist that he almost doesn't register the blaring siren that is Namjoon's phone going off.

 

"We win!" Taehyung screams and tackles Namjoon into the water. Namjoon's yelp is cut off as he goes under with the gleeful Taehyung.

 

Seokjin lowers his gun and Yoongi can feel his fingers slowly release his wrist, feel Seokjin's pinky snag gently against his own before slipping away entirely.

 

"Told you I'll protect you, Yoongi," Seokjin says softly, voice laced with amusement.

 

"Never doubted you for a moment, hyung," he returns. Seokjin laughs.

 

"Thanks," he replies and Yoongi figures it's his cue to let go. He floats back, putting space between him and Seokjin just as Seokjin is yanked into a victory pile with Namjoon and Taehyung. Jimin blows a raspberry in their direction as Hoseok and Jungkook laugh.

 

He wraps his arms around himself, missing Seokjin's warmth already.

 

They frolic in the pool until the sun begins to dip in the sky and Jungkook's stomach lets out a pretty impressive growl from hunger. The youngest member turns beet red before scowling at Taehyung and Jimin cackling in laughter. Hoseok shoos everyone out of the pool and Yoongi flops out of the pool back onto solid land. Once you've been submerged in water for so long, your limbs just become jello and Yoongi sprawls out on the warm concrete, content to give up on walking for the next five centuries.

 

A towel drops onto his face and he splutters, reaching up to fumble at the offending cloth and ready to fight whoever the hell just did that.

 

"What the fuck- Oh, Seokjin-hyung," he says, sitting up and letting the towel fall from his head. "Thanks."

 

Seokjin smiles. "No problem," he replies, toweling his own hair idly. With the afternoon sinking away and the evening creeping up in its stead, the light takes on a honey golden glow that wraps around Seokjin. From the ground, Yoongi can see Seokjin's v cut and the subtle outline of his abs. His memory flashes to that past fall semester and Taehyung breathlessly wondering what Seokjin was hiding underneath his sweaters.

 

He's hiding a whole damn lot, and Yoongi really has no idea what to do with this information. Usually, when you have information you apply it to something or file it away but with the information standing right in front of him, tan and golden and absolutely fucking gorgeous, he has zero clue where to go about with this. His eyes catch onto a stray droplet glinting on Seokjin's collarbone and as he watches, it runs a shiny little trail from his clavicle, down his pectorals, down his abs before getting absorbed by the hem of his shorts. He stares a bit longer at Seokjin's ridiculously teeny tiny tantalizing waist, already missing the way it felt beneath his fingers. Yoongi lifts his gaze back up to make eye contact with a smirking Seokjin, his full lips quirked up in knowing amusement.

 

Oh shit, he knows.

 

Before Yoongi could make up something about zoning out or some shit, he hears Taehyung call their names.

 

"Coming, coming!" Yoongi shouts back, scrambling back onto his feet (legs now wobbly for an entirely different reason) and speed walking towards the rest of the guys. He pretends not to hear Seokjin's puff of laughter. No one bothers to put their shirts back on just yet and Yoongi has a full view of Seokjin's body from when he stretches his arm to hide Jaehwan's house key in a hanging potted plant all the way to Seokjin lifting the door to the truck's bed close, arm muscles flexing and straining at the weight. Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook are smushed together in the bed while Yoongi gets shotgun and Namjoon and Hoseok are in the backseat.

 

Dinner, as always, is a noisy affair. They end up buying a shit ton of street food on their way back home; Seokjin parks in a playground and everyone crams into the bed with the food spread out in front of them. Yoongi is squished between Seokjin and Jimin, and everyone's in various state of dress as they fight over pieces of tteokbokki and fried chicken. Yoongi, Namjoon and Jimin all have their shirts back on while Taehyung and Jungkook are both shirtless. Hoseok and Seokjin are wearing unzipped light jackets and every time Yoongi turns his head to ask Seokjin to pass the kimchi he gets an eyeful of Seokjin's torso and he jerks his head to ask Jimin to pass the side dish instead.

 

He keeps making eye contact with Seokjin, and Yoongi knows Seokjin is messing with him now, purposefully bumping their chopsticks together whenever Yoongi tries to reach for some radish or fish cake. He's pressed bodily against Seokjin, shoulder to thigh, and he can feel how warm Seokjin is against his side.

 

Honestly? It's driving him nuts.

 

By the time they're done eating, the stars are in the sky, speckles of light across the navy-blue canvas. Jungkook is asleep, head lolled on Jimin's shoulder. Jimin is also out for the count, with Taehyung asleep on his other shoulder and for a guy with narrow shoulders, Yoongi's impressed that he's managing to prop up their heads. Namjoon and Hoseok are bent over Namjoon's phone, scrolling online, their faces alight with the artificial glow.

 

Seokjin touches Yoongi's wrist, light and easy just like when they were at the pool. It anchors him, brings Yoongi back and he looks over.

 

What the hell, he's beautiful, backdropped by a sky dotted with diamonds. Yoongi's turning into a fucking sap.

 

"Time to head home," Seokjin whispers and Yoongi nods. The four of them nudge the maknaes awake enough so they can lay down with a blanket tucked around them. Once they're back inside and Seokjin starts driving, Namjoon and Hoseok fall asleep in the backseat not even two minutes in. Yoongi blinks back the sleep from his eyes. "You're not sleeping?"

 

"Nah."

 

Seokjin lets out a soft and incredibly fake gasp, taking one hand off the wheel to press against his still-bare chest in mock shock. "Min Yoongi, not sleeping? Wake up Namjoonie, this needs to be documented. A historical event!"

 

"Shut up, hyung."

 

Seokjin giggles, letting his hand absentmindedly slide from his chest to rest between his thighs. Yoongi glances over, taking in the soft curve of Seokjin's cheeks, the plushy thickness of his lips, the slope of his nose, the ridiculous length of his neck, like, what kind of guy needs a neck that long and shoulders that broad and a waist that narrow?

 

Fucking hell.

 

"You're staring," Seokjin states casually.

 

"No I'm not," denies Yoongi immediately.

 

"Cute, but hyung knows best." Seokjin tilts his head towards Yoongi, eyes still on the road. "Come back to my place with me tonight."

 

"For what?"

 

Seokjin sticks his tongue into his cheek, not unlike Jungkook's signature jealousy gesture but on Seokjin it looks much cheekier, veiling with unspoken words. "You got places to be?"

 

Yoongi shakes his head.

 

"It's settled. We can watch a movie or something."

 

Or something. Yoongi tries not to imagine what the 'or something' could be.

 

They drop off Namjoon and Hoseok off first, the same-aged friends rooming together in an off-campus apartment. Yoongi snorts as Hoseok trips over the curb and almost eats shit on the concrete if it isn't for Namjoon grabbing him around the waist. Driving back to campus, where the maknaes lived in the dorms as they took their summer classes, Seokjin beeps his horn and abruptly wakes the three boys.

 

"You fucking drooled on me again," groans Jimin, wiping at a spot on his shoulder where Taehyung's head was just resting a few minutes ago.

 

"Oops," Taehyung says, voice heavy with sleep and light with apology. Jimin scoffs but doesn't argue, rubbing the sleep from his eyes just enough so he doesn't trip à la Hoseok earlier.

 

The three boys quietly bid Yoongi and Seokjin goodbye before plodding towards the dorm building's entrance.

 

"Aren't you going to walk them?" asks Yoongi, marveling at the fact that Taehyung is barely lifting his feet has he walks.

 

"They'll be fine," Seokjin says, amused. "They're grown kids."

 

The words barely leave Seokjin's mouth just as Jungkook trips and somehow tumbles over – not into – a trash can and land in a heap on the ground. Jimin and Taehyung stares at him, unmoving, until Jungkook sits up and Taehyung holds up all his fingers. A perfect score of ten. Yoongi doesn't know if he should be worried.

 

"See?" Seokjin starts the engine again, waiting for Yoongi to climb back in and buckle his seatbelt before driving off. "Resilient."

 

They lapse into amicable silence as Seokjin drives back to his apartment. Seokjin's damn jacket is still unzipped and Yoongi can still smell the faint scent of chlorine in the air despite it being hours since they left the pool and they washed down with the outdoor shower before they left. The trip is all too short but stretched out like taffy and Yoongi blinks and he's sitting on Seokjin's couch in a small living room while holding a mug of hot tea as Seokjin plops down next to him with his own mug.

 

"You live alone?" Yoongi asks. It just kind of hit him that despite knowing Seokjin for nearly a year, he hasn't really known Seokjin. He knows that Seokjin is an actor major with a knack at math (hence him being a tutor), knows that Seokjin has a habit of mocking their other friends, knows that Seokjin is really good at holding his drinks, knows Seokjin hates bugs, knows that Seokjin loves food but picks around fried foods because it's not something he particularly enjoy eating as much. He realizes that he's never actually been to Seokjin's place, the oldest male preferring to drive out and meet up at Hoseok and Namjoon's apartment instead.

 

"Nah, I have a roommate but he doesn't really stay around here often. Lives with his girlfriend but he's nice enough to let the lease run out instead of breaking it off so I can stay here." Seokjin's smile tightens a bit. "It runs out at the end of summer so I gotta start finding somewhere else to stay."

 

"Oh." Yoongi looks down into his tea, suddenly at a loss what to say next. He assesses his situation: he's in his crush's apartment, sitting on the couch with their thighs pressed up against each one another, there's electric tension in the air (he thinks, he hopes), and he's making fucking small talk.

 

As if Seokjin can read his mind, he gives Yoongi a crooked little smile. "Small talk, Yoongi? Really?" he teases.

 

"I mean... You gave me tea. Tea and small talk goes together like what our lips could be doing."

 

Seokjin blinks and Yoongi replays his words in his mind. "Unless I am completely misinterpreting this situation and in that case, thanks for the tea it was delicious," he says in a rush.

 

Seokjin suddenly leans in and kisses his cheek. "You're not misinterpreting anything," he giggles, lips hovering close. "You don't think I didn't notice you staring at me all day?"

 

"You missed, hyung," he mumbles instead, feeling his ears warm up at the realization that he was caught red-handed.

 

"Oops." This time, Seokjin slides his lips a few centimeters over and properly kisses Yoongi and fuck, seriously, he’s sending his eternal thanks to the universe that bless Seokjin with that body ratio and lips so soft that it feels like kissing a beautiful dream – except this isn't a dream, this is real and Yoongi is kissing Seokjin right the hell back.

 

He almost drops his mug when he tries to lift a hand to angle Seokjin's head better so he can lick into his mouth and Seokjin breaks away, laughing softly. Yoongi distractedly places his and Seokjin's now cold mug of teas on the coffee table in front of them before finding himself with a lapful of Seokjin and his fingers already clutching at his sweet little waist as he tilts his head up to meet Seokjin for another hot kiss.

 

Yoongi slides his hands beneath the still unzipped jacket; Frankly, he wants that damn thing off but he can't be bothered to let go, not when Seokjin is right there, skin warm and smooth against his palms as he runs them up and down the sloping curve of Seokjin's hips. He squeezes in appreciation and Seokjin pulls away with a small puff of amusement, kissing the corner of his mouth.

 

"You really like my waist, don't you?" he asks, nuzzling Yoongi's cheek with his nose. Yoongi turns his head, nipping at Seokjin's bottom lip and giving it a light tug. He smirks at Seokjin's breathy little sigh.

 

"S'nice," Yoongi says, more interested in chasing Seokjin's plush lips. He pinches Seokjin's hip and groans softly as Seokjin jerks in surprise and jolts forward, pressing his hips against Yoongi's. They're still in their swimming shorts which doesn't leave much between them.

 

"Let's get these off, yeah?" Seokjin purposefully rolls himself against Yoongi's clothed cock – how dare he –  before climbing off to stand up again. Yoongi doesn't waste a second, scrambling up after Seokjin who is already walking away. His eyes drops to the sway of Seokjin's hips and Yoongi knows he's doing it on purpose.

 

Fucker.

 

Yoongi wants his hands on Seokjin, wants to finally savor having the beautiful male in his arms, and he topples them onto Seokjin's bed the moment they enter his bedroom, hands yanking off the offending jacket and tossing it aside. Seokjin's surprised laugh breaks off into a breathy moan as Yoongi kisses his throat, nipping lightly and he's pleased at the reaction.

 

"Sensitive," Yoongi comments.

 

"No," Seokjin huffs. Yoongi bites a little harder, presses a harder kiss and Seokjin arches up. "Jerk."

 

"Can I...?" He gives the spot a softer kiss and Seokjin gets the hint.

 

"Yes. Mark me up, Yoongi."

 

Fucking hell. Yoongi doesn't bother responding with words, biting again and closing his lips around the spot right by Seokjin's pulse. He sucks hard and feels Seokjin throat vibrate from another moan. He lets one hand wander across Seokjin's chest, lightly tweaking his right nipple and feeling Seokjin jolt under his touch. Seokjin is so sensitive and reactive, Yoongi's almost dizzy on lust and admiration. He moves his hand south, palming Seokjin's cock through his shorts and swallows down his loud moan with another heated kiss, pushing his tongue past Seokjin's lips and catching the sound into his own throat. He breaks away after a few seconds, returning to Seokjin's throat and picking up where he left out as he slips his hands past Seokjin's waistband to wrap around his hard cock.

 

He pulls away, admiring the reddish spot and he knows it's going to be bruised by morning. He wants to leave more but he's impatient and so is Seokjin, from the way he's grasping at Yoongi's wrist and trying to hold back jerking into his hand.

 

"Lube? Condom?" Yoongi asks, rubbing the head of Seokjin's cock with his thumb. He can feel the pearling precome and he slides it down the length of his cock.

 

Seokjin reaches for one of the pillows, sticks his hand into his pillowcase, and withdraws both items.

 

"What the hell."

 

"Got tired of banging my hand on all the random shit in my dresser drawer trying to find the hiding spot," Seokjin says breathlessly, handing the small bottle to Yoongi and kicking off his pants.

 

"Fair enough," Yoongi agrees, pulling off his shorts and shirt, letting it drop over the side of the bed. "Turn around."

 

Seokjin props himself onto one arm to steal one last surprisingly chaste kiss from Yoongi before rolling over and spreading his legs apart, much farther than Yoongi anticipated.

 

"And you're fucking flexible," he mutters, squeezing one cheek. At this point, Seokjin is just full of surprises and Yoongi cannot wait to unwrap it all but right now, he's thrumming with restless earnest energy and he just wants to grab Seokjin's tiny darling little waist and fuck into him. "You're really something else, Kim Seokjin."

 

"You're just something," replies Seokjin.

 

"Wow, thanks." Yoongi uncaps the lube and pours a generous amount onto his fingers, slicking them up.

 

"Maybe once you fuck me, I'll give you my review oh fuck--!" What a cheeky fucker, that Kim Seokjin, and Yoongi slips one finger in partway. "Fuck you."

 

Yoongi hums lightly, pushing in and out and dribbling more lube onto his ass and pushing it in with his finger. He slides in a second finger after a few moments, and Seokjin hisses. "You alright?"

 

"Fine, fine, you can go faster Yoongi."

 

Yoongi pushes further, fingers crooking and searching and he smiles when Seokjin arches with a loud moan. He presses at the bundle, admiring the beautiful curve of Seokjin's back as he rolls back against Yoongi's fingers. He wants to finger Seokjin, fuck him open with three digits and watch him melt but he's on a mission. Pushing in a third finger and dripping even more lube just in case, he stretches Seokjin as fast as he can while making sure he's doing it properly. He lets his fingers catch against Seokjin's rim, and Seokjin wiggles his hips impatiently as he pulls out entirely. Yoongi fumbles for the little square package, working almost mechanically at this point.

 

Condom package: open

Condom: on

 

"You're so beautiful," Yoongi breathes, pressing the head of his dick against Seokjin's entrance. "Look at your waist."

 

"Couldn't stop looking," Seokjin teases, voice breathy. "Yoongi, please."

 

"I got you." He presses in, letting Seokjin adjust before pushing in all the way. Yoongi grabs at Seokjin's waist, reminiscent of the other times he's had his hands on Seokjin but this time there's no sweater, no water, in between his hands and Seokjin's feverish skin. "Look at you. Look at your darling little waist, Seokjin-hyung." He pulls back and fucks back in, angling his hips for that sweet spot. "So fucking gorgeous."

 

Seokjin just moans, pressing his face into his sheets and rutting back against Yoongi's thrusts. They set up a sloppy pace, each thrust squelching a bit obscenely from all the lube but Yoongi doesn't care; Seokjin is so hot and responsive beneath him, back arching prettily, shoulders shaking, his gorgeous waist firm beneath Yoongi's hands – it's really perfect for holding Seokjin and fucking into him. Perfect, darling, precious little waist.

 

Yoongi fucks so that he knows he's hitting Seokjin's sweet spot inside him on every thrust and Seokjin's moans are so musical. Cliche, but he's not here to write sonnets.

 

"Yoongi, Yoongi," Seokjin moans, his hand reaching for his neglected cock that's bobbing against his stomach on every rough, sloppy thrust from Yoongi. "I'm going to come, Yoongi, please."

 

Yoongi smacks Seokjin's hand away from his cock, wrapping his own fingers around Seokjin and jerking in time. He's no multitasker, but he manages to jerk off Seokjin and fuck into him. Seokjin whines, torn between rolling back onto Yoongi's dick or into his fist. Yoongi can feel his own orgasm fast approaching, and he fucks faster into Seokjin's tight heat, his other hand bracing on his hip.

 

"Yoongi-!" Seokjin breaks off into a drawn-out moan and Yoongi can feel Seokjin's cock jump in his hand and warmth dripping onto his fingers. He strokes Seokjin through his orgasm and he can feel Seokjin tighten around his cock, the heat becoming almost unbearable and Yoongi can barely keep pace now.

 

"Babe," he murmurs, the nickname falling roughly from his lips. "Seokjinnie, I'm gonna come."

 

"Come for me, darling," Seokjin breathes, the word parroted back at him and he thrusts once, twice before coming with a soft moan. He fucks through his orgasm, shuddering at the oversensitivity before gently pulling out. Seokjin slumps onto the bed and rolls over as Yoongi falls on his ass. "Graceful."

 

"Shut up, hyung." Seokjin laughs, and Yoongi takes in the pink flush of his cheeks, the dark red bruise high up his lovely neck.

 

Gorgeous.

 

Yoongi rolls the condom off and ties it shut as Seokjin rolls off the bed and disappears for a few moments, returning with a damp wash cloth. He offers it to Yoongi, who accepts it and wipes at his hands and thighs as Seokjin tosses away the dirty sheets. Seokjin lounges on the bed when he finishes, watching Yoongi with hooded eyes and a soft smile on his lips. Yoongi takes it as invitation to chuck the cloth aside and crawl up Seokjin and kiss him right on his pink lips.

 

Seokjin's fingers push into Yoongi's hair and grip lightly. "You're something else, Min Yoongi," Seokjin chuckles in between lazy kisses.

 

"No longer just something?"

 

"Nope. 10/10, would bang again."

 

"Thanks," laughs Yoongi and he nips at Seokjin's bottom lip.

 

He kisses Seokjin until their lips are sore and swollen and they fall asleep.

 

---

 

Yoongi wakes up to a hard pinch to the side.

 

"You're heavy," Seokjin states without preamble.

 

"You're mean," Yoongi retorts but he rolls off from where he's halfway sprawled on Seokjin. The sun is up, beaming brightly into the room and he squints. "Shut the curtains, hyung."

 

Seokjin glances at the window then back to Yoongi. "You want to sleep more?"

 

"Why not...?"

 

Yoongi learns in the span of five minutes that morning blowjobs are a wonderful way to wake up and that Seokjin, among every other fucking thing about him, can deep throat. Those plump lips are truly made for sucking dick.

 

---

 

"So what are you guys?" Taehyung demands, ignoring his Thai milk tea in favor of interrogating Yoongi. "It's been almost a month since we went to the pool and Seokjinnie-hyung came to lunch the next day with a hickey!"

 

Yoongi sips at his lychee boba tea and blinks at Taehyung. "We're roommates," he says. "I just signed the lease."

 

Taehyung bangs his hands on the table, scowling. "You know that's not what I meant!"

 

"Tae, what do you mean?"

 

Taehyung holds his head in his hands - a rather amusing sight, thinks Yoongi as he sucks up another boba and chews on it. Poor dude, he kind of wants to take pity but in all honesty, this is much more hilarious. "Hyung, please. Are you and Seokjin-hyung dating?"

 

"Maybe," Yoongi says.

 

"You're infuriating," accuses Taehyung. "I would throw my drink at you but this is really damn good tea so you're spared for now."

 

"I'm glad." Yoongi fights back a smile as Taehyung pouts into his tea, sucking up the orange drink moodily. Of course, the peace doesn't last.

 

"So, you and Jinnie-hyung dicking it down then?"

 

"For fuck's sake Taehyung."

 

"Isn't his waist to die for?" asks Taehyung eagerly, leaning across the table. “I saw that Dorito bod.”

 

"Among other things. Also, don’t say Dorito bod ever again.”

 

"What do you mean? Hyung, what else is he hiding? Yoongi-hyung!”

 

Yoongi's phone chimes at him from his pocket and he checks the message. "Gotta go, Tae," he says, finishing his drink and giving the agitated male a small smirk. "I'll see you later."

 

"Bite me," Taehyung snarks but waves at Yoongi as he leaves, tossing his empty cup on the way.

 

Yoongi heads out into the sticky heat, scowling at the sun as he walks towards the campus. A lone figure waits beneath the shade of a large tree and Yoongi takes his time admiring the breadth of his shoulders and he knows what's beneath that offensively bright yellow t-shirt.

 

"Hey, Yoongi-chi," greets Seokjin when Yoongi makes himself known with a soft cough. He stares at the shirt's print.

 

"What the hell are you wearing," he asks. "Oh yeah, hi hyung."

 

Seokjin looks down at his shirt. It's a cartoon of a rather ominous look gray cat with the caption 'I Am Your Master' written underneath. "Am I not?"

 

Yoongi snorts but doesn't reply. Seokjin beams, the particular one where it squishes his features and only exposes his top row of teeth. He can’t help but grin back before reaching out and wrapping one arm around Seokjin's waist, tugging him closer despite the gross fucking hot weather. His fingers settle easily on Seokjin's hip, as if it has always belonged there. Maybe it always had.

 

Man, he’s turning into a fucking sap.

 

"Ready to go home?" Seokjin asks, brushing his lips against Yoongi's cheek before pecking him lightly on the lip. Yoongi smiles.

 

"Yeah, hyung. Let’s go."

Notes:

Aggressively gestures in the air with my hands: Jin has such a cute waist I want to die like this fic came to be bc basically it was me having too many emotions about his waist lmao.

Fun fact about this fic: I never knew the word count until I manually checked because I wrote it all on Notepad - yes, Notepad, the little thing that doesn't automatically save and if something happens, it's gone. I wrote 9k in Notepad before transferring the final product to Word doc. S'my longest Notepad fic bc I usually write my short one shots (the 1k-3k fics on here) and this got ridiculously out of hand. What happened. How did this happen.

It's almost 5 AM.

Anyways I hope you liked it ;; and I hope the smut wasn't too cringe sdlkjslkjs tbh I prefer writing blowjobs but I copped out here rip.

Fun fact #2: I forgot how hickeys worked so I googled it and the link I clicked was rly neat and the first step was asking for consent like 10/10 the article author knows what's up.

Right then. I need sleep. Thanks for reading !!

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