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“Get up” Seokjin asked for what must be the sixth time, he had about two more tries in him before he took a more drastic measure of waking up the sleeping boy. The boy could sleep through the apocalypse if he tried hard enough, and unbeknown to the boy he was about to start one if he didn’t get his ass up out of bed sometime in the next ten seconds.
Seokjin let out an exasperated sigh and bent down to come level with the sleeping boys face and leant in to his ear to whisper a rather ominous “If you don’t get your ass moving in the next five seconds, I will flush your precious usb and its back up’s down the toilet”
That inspired some movement from the boy, he opened one eye, glaring at Seokjin. “You wouldn’t dare”
Seokjin smirked, “You wanna try me?”
They had an intense stare down for a few more seconds before Yoongi decided to admit defeat – this time. He started unwrapping himself from the blanket cocoon he had made himself, grumbling the whole time and cursing Seokjin out. Seokjin stood up, patting himself on the back in a job well done, looking smug.
“So, why are you waking me up at this ungodly hour?” Yoongi muttered from his spot – still on the goddamn bed – patting down his bed hair and valiantly trying to stay awake.
“It’s 12’o’clock” Seokjin incredulously replied with a raised eyebrow.
“Like I said, this ungodly hour.”
“Whatever….” Seokjin took a few moments to compose himself (Read: To stop him from committing murder). “You told me yesterday that you had to be at a meeting for 1 o'clock so to wake you up an hour earlier, and here we are, me having to suffer because you are a pain in the ass that can’t use a regular alarm clock like everyone else” Seokjin finished by throwing his arms out dramatically and placing them on his hips.
“Oh…right” Yoongi sheepishly admitted. He stood up stretching his arms above his head, until he heard a satisfying pop of his back, making Seokjin cringe. Seokjin was still stood there watching Yoongi, his eyes unknowingly falling to the strip of skin on show while Yoongi was stretching, it was pale and despite what one would think, nicely toned, I mean it wasn’t a six pack but it was nice – really nice. So, nice that he found himself wondering what it would feel like to touch with his fingertips, his lips and what it would taste like against his tongue. Seokjin snapped out of his musings, hearing the groan Yoongi let out after he had finished stretching, cringing to himself over his previous thoughts and try to push them as far back into his mind as he could.
Bad Seokjin, bad.
“I’m gonna go get ready then, thanks for waking me up Jin” Yoongi smirked, reaching out to squeeze Seokjin’s shoulder as he passed him on his way to the bathroom, stroking down his arm and keeping it there until it could no longer keep contact.
“Your welcome” Seokjin responded, still slightly flustered from his thoughts to properly reply.
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Seokjin was stood at the counter, placing omelettes onto to plates, humming to himself and swaying side to side. Seokjin was trying to keep himself busy and his mind off his previous thoughts. He really needed to get his shit together, he either needed to tell Yoongi about his feeling and just face the consequences or admit it wasn’t ever gonna happen and start to move on.
Yoongi and Seokjin had been friends since they were children, attending the same schools and college until university took them separate ways. Seokjin chose acting as his major with a side of culinary arts, whereas Yoongi had gone for music – specifically producing it. Despite their different passions, they had decided to continue their roommate arrangement and moved in together after they had graduated from college, they had always been together, they lived well with one another and knew each other inside and out, so why should any of that have to change?
Now that both had graduated from university, they chose to still live together they just upgraded the place in which they lived, luckily for them they could afford it. Immediately after graduation, Yoongi had been offered several opportunities and was now making a name for himself in both producing and rapping. Seokjin was very proud.
As for Seokjin, all throughout school up till university, he was modelling on the side and the money he made from that had gone into his saving so by the time he had left university he had saved up quite a pretty penny while also simultaneously making connection in the modelling word and gaining respect in the area which would hopefully help him in his aspirations of becoming an actor. He had had a few small roles but was hoping for something more substantial in the future – but Seokjin was content where he was for the moment – he had a part time job in a top end restaurant, small acting roles here and there and his modelling gigs all made sure that he was able to live comfortably enough while he took the necessary steps to making it big.
So Seokjin was content with his life – happy even. There was just one tiny problem and that was the fact he was in love. Usually that’s a happy thing, something to be celebrated but in this instance, it was threatening to suffocate Seokjin with anxiety whenever he thought about it. Seokjin was in one of the most cliché scenarios ever –
he was in love with his best friend.
Seokjin wanted to deny it and rage against it but that seemed to take much more effort than simply accepting the fact that he was in love with Yoongi, so he had come to terms with it. There was no big epiphany or revelation, around a year ago he was just lounging around on the sofa with Yoongi when he looked at him and the thought just kinda popped in there and refused to leave (the little bastard).
Seokjin was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice Yoongi making his way over “What smell so good?” and startled him so bad with his question that he nearly dropped the plates he was carrying.
“Jesus Christ, why don’t you make noise when you move?” Seokjin, totally did not scream, was precariously balancing two plates and two glasses of juice in his arms while glaring at Yoongi, clearly flustered.
“Are you sure you’re not part cat?” Seokjin demanded, setting the breakfast items down on the table.
Yoongi Shrugged in response.
“Looks good” Yoongi appraised, he set himself down in one of the chairs taking a sip of his juice, digging in once Seokjin had also sat down across from him. He made a noise of approval after his first bite, causing Seokjin to smile over at him, a faint pleased blush making its way on to his cheeks.
“So, what’s this meeting all about then?”
“Hmm? Oh, it’s for a new upcoming idol group, apparently, they are “highly anticipated” and are guaranteed to “make it big”” Yoongi couldn’t help but roll his eyes, every manager/company said the same bullshit.
“Usually it takes more than that to capture your attention though?” Seokjin questioned between bites.
“Yeah, well, I heard some samples from them and they actually sound pretty good – I can see some real potential, if they put the work in.” Yoongi admitted.
“Wow that’s high praise coming from you,” Seokjin looked interested “you’ll have to let me have a listen sometime” Yoongi nodded his head in agreement.
The conversation was interrupted but the ringing of Yoongi’s phone, he took it out from his pocket and gave a brief glance at the screen before answering.
“What’s up Namjoon?” Yoongi questioned immediately.
“Because every time you ring me it’s to either give me shit or because someone’s fucked something up – usually you.”
Seokjin watched Yoongi in amusement as he played with his remaining food, listening to Namjoon disinterestedly, rolling his eyes every so often and letting out sighs. Signalling to Seokjin to “Kill me now”.
“I know Namjoon, I’m gonna be there in like fifteen minute – tops. Okay? Yes, yes, I know. Okay I’m hanging up now. See you in a bit” Yoongi ended the call placing the phone in his pocket, he stuffed the remaining food in his mouth, washing it down with the juice before standing up and grabbing his keys from the counter making his way to the door to slip his shoes on.
“Right better get off before I’m late and I have to listen to Namjoon chew my ear off”
Seokjin let out a small chuckle. “You know you love him Yoongi” Yoongi snorted glancing at Seokjin in a way that expressed the “shut the fuck up” without uttering a single word.
“So what are you gonna get up to today?” Yoongi asked, while he was packing the last few things in his bag.
“Nothing much, just gonna chill really, I don’t usually get a day to myself so think I just wanna pull a Yoongi and laze around all day” Seokjin replied with a grin, Yoongi answered him with a middle finger causing Seokjin to let out one of his signature windshield wiper laughs. Yoongi grinned at that.
“Right well enjoy your awesomely inspired lazy day – don’t have too much fun without me” Yoongi called out before making his way out of the apartment, giving a small final wave to Seokjin who returned it with a flying kiss, causing Yoongi to let out a snort before closing the door behind him.
As soon as Yoongi left, Seokjin let out a deep sigh letting his arms drop to his side.
“As If I could”