jeongguk stands there, hand clutching the door knob and phone in his other. yoongi's text lingers in the illumination of the phone, desperation clear in his words. anxiousness continues to bubble within jeongguk, showing no signs of calming. he sighs loudly, feeling sweat begin to trickle down his palms. he turned off his phone and swiftly places it in his back pocket, gnawing at his lips as
he swings the door open.
"yoongi?" jeongguk's voice is quiet and nervous. before he even spots yoongi fully, he feels a mass of weight thrown at him, flinging him to the ground. he gasped in shock, back colliding harshly with the wooden tiled floor. "what the fuck," jeongguk groans in pain, pulling his arms onto what was now above him. his hands mindlessly rub against the weight, trying to familiarise himself with it. he feels soft fabric, dancing his fingers along what seemed to be shoulder blades. through the thing looming above him, jeongguk sees his hands embedded in an olive colour fabric, swiping across the expanse of the figure.
there was a small sniffle, and four words uttered softly. "i love you too."
"did you just... glomp me?" jeongguk laughs, lacing his fingers in what he now knows is yoongi's hair. his hair is an azure blue, unlike any of the pictures jeongguk saw of him. he makes a mental note to tell yoongi how amazing blue looks on him.
"possibly," he hums back, voice muffled in jeongguk's shirt. he begins hugging jeongguk tighter, tilting his head further into jeongguk's chest. jeongguk's feels as though he was being suffocated in love. literally as well, but he chooses to ignore it and just hugs yoongi back. yoongi looks up at him for the first time. he smiles the warmest and most genuine smile jeongguk has ever seen, his small rosy lips illuminating his entire face.
"hold up," jeongguk looks at yoongi closer, staring at him in awe. "are you crying?"
"no," yoongi replies quickly, turning away and shoving jeongguk away. jeongguk grabs his cheeks and turns him back around to see, indeed, yoongi is crying. his tears roll down to jeongguk's hands, dampening his fingers slightly. "shut up. i don't want to hear a word from you — stop laughing you fucker!"
"sorry, sorry," jeongguk smiles, quickly rubbing the tears out of yoongi's eyes. "it's just weird seeing you cry. you don't seem like the type."
"well you don't seem like the type to randomly just dump a pile of sentimental shit on me without a warning. i was expecting you to say some stupid ass shit like 'wow i love you do you love me to check yes or no.' you caught me off guard."
"i wuv you," jeongguk jokes, rubbing his face against the crook of yoongi's neck. yoongi visibly flinches, but jeongguk chooses to not comment for the sake of not being punched in the face. "that better?"
"sure, but i think i died a little inside," yoongi replies, dropping himself on jeongguk once again.
they lie there for some time, door wide open for anybody to see jeongguk rubbing circles in yoongi's neck and yoongi not so subtly feeling up jeongguk's muscles.
("why are you so buff?" yoongi comments when he first held his arm. "you have the face of a teddy bear. this body does not belong with such a face. did you buy it off the black market? i promise not to tell anybody as long as you hit me up with the site.")
some neighbours walk by, peer into the room in curiosity, then walk by faster, making yoongi and jeongguk emit loud laughter. they find comfort in silence and their loving embraces, tranquility seeping between the two. that is, until another door swings open abruptly.
"woah, shit that's one more person on the floor than usual," comes from further away, both yoongi and jeongguk quickly snap apart, stand up, and search for where the voice was coming from.
