"So whenever you ask me again, how I feel, please remember that my answer is you."
Namjoon and Yoongi were once friends that had blossomed into something more, but both producers were too caught up with their own lives to notice the cracks that form...
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"Even if we have to go back a long way, I will still feel the same way about you. We'll be alright, I want to try again."
Now, being a famous and well-known producer in the entertainment world and an iconic figure of his calm stature and nature when in front of the camera and other people, Namjoon would never have thought that he would wake up with his ex-lover in his arms on the same bed.
"Shit," He whispers to himself, looking down on the petite body of his supposed rival producer, Min Yoongi, whose arms are wrapped tightly around his torso and face squished against his chest. "This was not supposed to happen."
His plan was to wait for Yoongi to fall asleep and leave as soon as he could. Namjoon was only going to stay for a few minutes or hours, however long it takes for Yoongi to go back to sleep with his hand wrapped around the younger's arm, satisfied and finally lying his head back down on his pillow and closing his eyes. The plan that he thought was supposed to be full-proof had backfired when he must have fallen asleep while waiting for Yoongi, and now here he was, lying down on the bed with his ex-lover and their bodies intertwined.
What could be worse than this?
The Gods had answered Namjoon's question to himself when the other man's eyes slowly fluttered open. It was a wonderful sight to see how adorable Min Yoongi could be, a well-known rapper and producer, as he wakes up in the morning after a long and deep sleep. Namjoon wondered how he had forgotten the fuzzy and confused look on Yoongi's face when he woke up; his lips slowly formed a small smile as he stared at the older whose brain must still be processing the situation he was in.
"Kim Namjoon?" Yoongi croaked. His morning voice is deep and raspy, yet Namjoon still adored him when they were together back then. Yoongi looks around and sees his arms wrapped around a very familiar person, and Namjoon stops breathing, thinking it would make him invisible in the older man's eyes. "Is this a dream?"
Yoongi squints his eyes, focusing on Namjoon's face to make sure that he does not imagine things. He pushes his face closer to the younger's who try to back away, but Yoongi's arms are still around him, preventing him from moving away. It would only take one slight movement, and their lips would touch when Yoongi, fortunately, pushes back and pulls his arms away from Namjoon, suddenly sitting upright on the bed as if he was struck by lightning.
"Kim Namjoon?!" He says the other man's name once again, but this time, with a fearful expression on his face and a shaky voice as he pulled his blanket and held it over to hide his clothed body out of reflex. "What the fucking hell are you doing, you bastard?! How did you get in here?! Why are you sleeping on my bed, you pervert?!"
The younger sat upright as well at the names that he is being called, and with an irritated expression on his face and annoyed tone in his voice, he responds, "Hey! Out of all the insults that you have called me, I am absolutely not a pervert! You're the perverted one for randomly wrapping your arms around me like some weirdo!"
