DESK MATES ✔|SOPE|Yoonseok

65. 'So you think he's sexy?'

Yoongi had already made up his mind about high school parties-- he didn't like them.

If he'd thought shopping malls were bad, this was waaaay worse. There were so many people in his house that he barely even had room to breathe, and they were all his age.

Yoongi hated people his age.

It wasn't always this way; when the party first started earlier that evening, there were maybe 30 people here at most. It was crowded for sure, but it wasn't what he'd call uncomfortable.

And then the second crowd poured in. And then the third. And the fourth, until slowly, his house had turned into a literal nightclub.

Speakers blared music into his eardrums at a level that made him question whether he'd ever be able to hear again, and no matter where he went, he just couldn't seem to escape that annoying vibrating sensation in his chest every time the bass boomed. Also, he'd seen like fifty people making out now, and not even Namjoon and Jin could have prepared him for this amount of PDA. Apparently, people didn't hold back at all when they had enough alcohol and up-beat music in their systems, and the scary part was that Yoongi was sure half of these people didn't even know each other.

So he'd decided to hide out behind the kitchen counter where all the drinks were. It was the only place that wasn't surrounded by a sea of drunken teens, and the music from the speakers was ever so slightly quieter over here. Some people were perfectly fine with brushing against random strangers' skin and being pushed up against other people's bodies, but Yoongi was not one of those people, and he never would be.

"Can you at least try and pretend you're having fun?"

Jungkook poked him on the arm as he took the seat on the bar stool right next to him, although Yoongi kept his face pressed against his hand, only sparing him a side glance.

"But I'm not having any fun, Kookie," he sighed. Honestly, all of this was so far out of his lane, and he didn't understand how so many people could just walk up to a random stranger and practically throw themselves all over them. That took a kind of special confidence that he'd never have, or even want to have for that matter.

"You would if you just came and danced with us," Jungkook shrugged, leaning his back against the counter. "Of course it's not gonna be any fun if you just sit there."

"Hey, but I'm not just sitting here," Yoongi claimed as he pulled out his phone, waving it in front of Jungkook's face. "I'm texting Hobi."

Just then, he felt his phone vibrating once again, both of them watching as another message lit up his screen~

From Hobi🌈:

I miss you more🥺😘😊❤️💜💚🧡

With a big, stupid grin on his face, Yoongi swiped his screen up to unlock it, his thumbs moving across the keyboard anxiously just so he could tell Hoseok how wrong he was. Never in his life had Yoongi missed his boyfriend more than he did right now, and seeing his familiar messages and the way he abused his emoji keyboard kept him sane.

"Ugh," Jungkook crossed his arms. "I swear, people and their freaking boyfriends... must be nice..."

"Hey, don't worry, Kookie," Yoongi reached over to pat him on the arm without bothering to look up from his screen. "I'm sure you'll have a new blue-haired boyfriend soon enough."

Jungkook scoffed. "Um, I have no idea what you're talking about, Yoongi-hyung. He's not even here yet, and it's been like two hours."

Right as Yoongi lifted his head back up to look at him, he saw an all too familiar figure slowly creeping towards them.