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Min Yoongi's roommate was and had always been Kim Seokjin.
And he liked it that way. Seokjin was a calm person once the closed, wooden door separated them from the lively hallway connecting their dorm's rooms.
Outside, Seokjin was always goofing around; telling lame jokes in a desperate attempt to make everyone laugh.
Inside, he was calm and collected. He made a good conversation partner for more serious topics and was generally a hyung with good advise on top of that.
He was a quiet sleeper and didn't turn his music player's volume on full burst.
He was a nice roommate.
Yoongi was happy with him.
Yoongi wasn't happy however, when one day he found himself standing in front of Jungkook, asking him to switch roommates.
"You want what?"
The younger fumbled with his hands, a shade of red on his cheeks indicating embarrassment.
"Can we switch roommates? Just. You know. I'd like a change? And Jin-hyung is nice? And helps me with my songs? And I help him with choreography after practice and. You know."
A pause.
"Please?"
Yoongi groaned.
"Have you asked Namjoon?"
Jungkook nodded.
Great.
But Yoongi didn't have the heart to decline the younger.
So he nodded. (read: signed his death certificate)
Just how Seokjin had been a great roommate, Namjoon was everything Seokjin wasn't.
He was a loud sleeper.
He turned on his music way too loud.
He talked way too much.
He was god damn distracting.
-
Just as predicted, the following days had been hell.
First of all, there had been a huge mess moving all Seokjin's and Namjoon's belongings. He'd never had guessed how much stuff the two of them had stuffed into their cupboards.
Second of all, he had spent way too much time looking at Jungkook's smiley and beaming face, when he himself could basically taste the upcoming headaches on his tongue.
Third of all, Yoongi hadn't gotten any sleep.
And, as predicted, it had been Namjoon's fault.
The other just kept distracting him.
The way he talked all the time. Who cared about all that psychological shit? Namjoon should seriously take a break from those thoughts and get some rest. There weren't any good answers anyway and in the end neither of them got any shut eye.
The way Namjoon would sit on his desk; hovering over his notebook while biting on his pen.
The way the other would switch from serious to joking in a second - laughing so much his dimples were showing.
And the snoring.
It all was so distracing.
Yoongi couldn't take this any longer. He needed rest, needed some time away from Namjoon. From smiley and happy Namjoon. From Namjoon walking around shirtless in their room, showing off his usually hidden, beautifully toned skin.
From Namjoon waking him up at night and telling him about the most abstract, deepest, most intelligent and beautiful things in the universe.
From Namjoon watching his every move just how he watched the other's.
It was too much.
But Yoongi didn't know how to make it stop.
Yoongi was stuck.
-
He was just about to leave the dorm to go to the convenience store for a snack or two, when Taehyung approached him.
"Hyung! Going out to buy something?"
"Yeah. I was about to get some snacks for my nerves."
"Cool! Let me come with you!" the younger beamed.
Seeing as the other had already put on his jacket and his shoes, Yoongi supposed there was no use in saying no anyway.
"Go ahead."
The silence between them was surprisingly awkward. Not just because usually there was no silence where Kim Taehyung was but also because the other seemed to have something to say and hesitated for whatever reason.
It was annoying.
They reached the store in barely five minutes and entered wordlessly. Yoongi immediately headed for the chocolate section and expected to hear some terrible pun about his stage name but was left surprised when the other merely waited at the entrance.
Raising one eyebrow, he continued walking around the garish rows of groceries and other supplies and chose a few more items. He paid for them without a second thought and walked back to Taehyung waiting at the entrance once he was done.
"Don't you need anything?" he asked.
The other shook his head.
"Nah. I didn't go with you because I needed to buy something. I just want to talk to you." he admitted.
"Well," Yoongi snorted and gestured to leave the store, "there wasn't much talking until now. Just spill. What's bothering you?"
The other seemed to carefully select his words and Yoongi wondered just what was wrong.
Was it something important? Should he worry about the other? Had something happened?
"Ok Let me ask this bluntly-" Taehyung started.
"How long do Namjoon and you intend to continue doing that?"
Yoongi stopped walking.
He blinked.
"Doing what?"
The younger groaned.
"That! This oblivious something you guys have going on. Or rather, you have going on"
Yoongi continued to stare at the other in confusion. What the hell was he talking about.
"Hyung. Really, you both are possibly the both most intelligent people I know. How can you not get it? You keep staring at each other with these cheesily fond gazes! You're always in a bad mood when Namjoon comes home late from the studio. And Namjoon is always in a bad mood when you spend the night at the studio or leave before he wakes up!"
Yoongi felt dangerously light headed. What was this about?
"You bought him new pencils. And got two pieces of every chocolate bar instead of one." - the other continued without mercy- "You always sit opposite to him during lunch. Always. You constantly look like your mind goes blank when you look at him. You guys need to stop this and talk about it already. It was bad enough before we decided to put you in one room but it didn't help at all and only made it worse. Honestly, we can't take this anymore. "
Taehyung seemed to be slightly out of his breath from his rant.
Yoongi, too, felt like someone had knocked out the air from his lungs.
Silence.
"You set us up? To room together?"
"That isn't the important part, Hyung. I just want to say" - the younger took a deep breath -
"Just accept your feelings already. He likes you too so go for it."
Yoongi could feel his face heating up. Feelings? For Namjoon?
He didn't want to hear it! Namjoon was loud and dorky and the reason he didn't get any sleep at night.
Yes, sure, the other was handsome. And intelligent. And caring and sweet. And Yoongi might like him a bit much but he was doing great ignoring that!
"But he snores."
His own voice sounded weak to him.
Taehyung gave him A Look™.
"You keep smiling when he sleeps in the living room. It's almost creepy. So your argument is invalid." the other countered.
Yoongi suddenly felt very uncomfortable. And warm.
He wanted to go home and lay down in his bed; hide from this. From this confrontation Taehyung had set up.
But his room was a trap.
Namjoon would be waiting there.
His roommate, band member and friend he might have feelings for.
Taehyung's gaze turned soft when he saw the order's panicked expression.
"Let's go home first, Hyung. Just talk to him and everything is going to turn out well. Seokjin-hyung is talking to Namjoon-hyung right now." he said and chuckled. "Though I think Namjoon isn't as oblivious as you.
Yoongi couldn't bring himself to laugh like Taehyung; his thoughts still focused sorely on his group's leader as he continued to follow his legs home.
-
Taehyung had patted him on the shoulder, stole a chocolate bar and vanished into his own room as
soon as they stepped into the hallway of their dorm.
Yoongi froze in front of The Wooden Door.
He sighed. Maybe he could just walk past Namjoon without a word? Maybe the younger would let it slide?
He pushed down the handle and stepped into the room. Namjoon sat on his desk, hovering over his notes. Just like always.
Seokjin must have already left.
This time, the familiar image didn’t annoy him. This time, he didn’t look at the other’s soft lips brushing over his pencil as he occasionally bit on it.
Right, he had bought new pens, he remembered.
They had to wait until tomorrow though, he decided and went for Plan A:
Don't speak. Go to sleep. Forget everything Taehyung said. Don't admit you're in love with Kim Namjoon. Don’t worry about the tight feeling in his chest. Ignore the pain in your stomach. Dont waste another thought on what could be.
Don’t think about Namjoon’s reaction.
Don’t look into his eyes.
Go back to how it was before.
There was no Plan B.
So he silently closed the door and made his way to his bed in three wide steps.
“Hey”, he was greeted by the other. He expected more but Namjoon didn’t continue talking.
Yoongi took a deep breath. Seems like Namjoon wasn’t going to say anyting.
Plan A worked!, he internally screamed at himself. Relief sat on his shoulders.
He quickly changed his clothes, put his phone on the charger and hid underneath his blankets.
And then, he held his breath.
Had he survived? Was Namjoon going to say something? What would Namjoon even say? What had Seokjin even told the younger? Had he said the same Taehyung had said to him? Something about being oblivious about their feelings? About setting them up as roommates?
Would Namjoon be confused? Disgusted? Annoyed? Amused?
Yoongi wasn’t even sure about his own ‘feelings’ for Namjoon, how had the others even dared to step in into his business?
He might, might have been in love with the other rapper for a while now but that definitely didn’t mean the others had any right to tell the other about it.
Yoongi would’ve just continued to ignore it.
He would’ve continued to be annoyed by the others behavious, voice, and habits.
He could’ve plaayed it cool.
Now, his mind and his heart were a mess and he laid in his bed with his back facing Namjoon – hoping the other wouldn’t spe a k up because he wasn’t prepared for any words.
His hopes had been of no avail.
“You can just ignore what Taehyung might have told you, Hyung. It’s okay, I don’t mind.”
Yoongi hold his breath, still facing the wall. What?
“What?”
“I knew before and it’s okay, I won’t ask anything of you. You can just forget it again.”
Now the older turned around.
Namjoon was already facing him, and their gazes met.
“What do you mean ‘you knew before?’” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. His heart started racing unnaturally.
The other smiled softly.
“You aren’t exactly good at hiding your feelings, Hyung. But I guess you don’t intend do act on them – or maybe you just don’t want to accept them or whatever. I’m just saying that it’s okay. You don’t have to. Whatever is important for you and makes you happy is okay with me.”
After a small pause, Namjoon added “I hope you don’t want to switch back roommates though. I really like having you around more than before”.
Yoongi’s mind was blank.
He felt like he was missing a very important information for this conversation.
“Do you?-” he asked, unsure how to finish his question, or what he was about to ask anyway.
“-like you too? Well yes, hyung, I thought that was obvious by now.” Namjoon cut him off.
He stared.
Namjoon took another moment or two until realisation dawned on him. “Oh my god Yoongi-hyung, you really didn’t know?”
Yoongi shook his head no, eyes still wide in surprise; his heart hammering in his chest.
He could feel his whole body heating up. Suddenly, Yoongi felt ncredibly warm and light-headed.
How was this whole situation even real? Had he just really accepted having feelings for Namjoon? Had the other just casually returned them?
“How come everyone but me knew about this? What the fuck?” he finally voiced out his thoughts.
Namjoon just laughed.
“Alright, then let’s try again. Hyung, I really like you. And I’ve liked you for quite a long time now. Appearently it was obvious enough for every single other member instead of you to catch up on. It’s kind of obvious that you like me too – at least up to some point – but I understand if you don’t want to act up on it. Though to be honest, I’m getting a bit worried here so could you please say something?”
Yoongi simply gaped at him. “You like me?”
A nod.
He blinked. “But I don’t know if I like you like that? I mean, yes I might but- how are you so sure?”
Namjoon shrugged. “It’s hard to explain. I wasn’t sure at first either but I kind of guessed when I started wanting to kiss and cuddle you. And you know. More than that.”
Yoongi blushed.
“That’s fucked up” he said; suddenly finding interest in the other’s lips again.
“Judging from the way you look at me right now, I’m sure I’m not the only one though.”
He opened his mouth to object but closed it again.
“Sooooo”, the younger started, “I’m kind of really happy right now and I kind of really want to hug and cuddle you. ‘Cause you look kind of really adorable wrapped in these blankets. Can I come over and we’re gonna act up on our feelings or do you want to keep ignoring it?”
Yoongi hesitated.
Is this what he wanted? Was he okay with accepting this? Something at the back of his head screamed at him YES PLEASE THANK YOU YES WE WANT THAT but he hesitated nonetheless .
He was incredibly happy. Of that he was sure. He was happy and overwhealmed. He wanted to dive into the other’s embrance and kiss the other’s all-too-distracting lips.
But what if they made a mistake?
Yoongi had never been in love; always sorely focused on music. He loved music. Did he love Namjoon like he loved music?
“God, Yoongi. Stop thinking so hard and act on your feelings for a moment, would you? Can I come over to cuddle now?” Namjoon oh so rudely interjected his thoughts.
No. Stay where you are, his mind supplied.
“Okay.”, he whispered instead.
“Fucking finally.”. The other rapper cursed, letting out a breath he had held and practically jumped out of his chair as he hurried over to Yoongi’s bed.
Yoongi didn’t bother moving much as Namjoon simply laid next to him and wrapped his arms around the shorter male.
Namjoon was warm, comfortable and had an addicting scent, he concluded.
Embaarrassed, he snuggled closer until they were both pressed together as close as possible.
He could feel Namjoon’s heart beating just as fast as his own againt his back.
“Why are you so nervous?” he mumbled into the blankets.
Namjoon chuckled softly.
“Honestly, I was super scared you’d tell me off.”
Yoongi closed his eyes and smiled. So the other had only acted so tough.
Laying in his bed with Namjoon’s arms around his smaller frame, Yoongi couldn’t help but feel like acting on his emotions wasn’t that bad after all. It was comfortable. And warm. And his heart felt like someone had finally pulled of the suffocating string around it.
He could get used to this.
-
Outside, he could hear Jungkook’s triumphant laugh. “ Told you it’d work!”
Yoongi decided to give them hell tomorrow. For now, he’d sleep.
“You better not snore.” he mumbed quietly.
THE END