DESK MATES ✔|SOPE|Yoonseok

74. ⚠️ Kittens, Puppies, and Rap Concerts(2)

A/N: Ok. So. This wasn't supposed to actually get smutty because I didn't want it to turn into a literal novel, but then I also remembered that people got kinda sad when there weren't any details... so I rewrote some stuff and edited it so I could make a section with details😅 And it was fun 😊 (I also wanted there to be a Yoongi pov at least once before the book ends too🫢)  And now because I rewrote so much it has to get split into 3 freaking parts😂😭

There's a nice warning sign if you wanna skip past it :D

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Jung Hoseok always told Seokjin that you could tell a lot about a person just by the shoes they wore. Especially at an all-uniform school like theirs, shoes and sweaters were the only true way of knowing who a person really was when they weren't inside the classroom.

Kim Namjoon liked wearing athletic sneakers, the kind people usually wore when they played basketball, even though he didn't actually play basketball (or any sport for that matter). It was probably for the best, honestly, since his aim was hopeless. But he wore them anyways because he had a lot of important things to get done, and being president meant being on your feet constantly. Or at least that's what he said.

Jeon Jungkook liked his lace-up boots so much that he wore them every day, which Seokjin thought signified his appreciation for rugged practicality. They went with pretty much everything he owned, and they also allowed him to look a bit more "dressed up" without even having to try.

Min Yoongi had been wearing the same, dirty black converse for two years straight now.

Seokjin always wondered why he didn't get new shoes since they couldn't possibly be comfortable anymore, and it couldn't be very long before they completely fell apart, either. Apparently those were the shoes he'd been in when he'd moved here, and probably the ones he'd worn at his other school too.

Seokjin would've related his dirty sneakers to simply not giving a fuck about most things in life, because he didn't. But even people who didn't give a fuck had to at least want shoes that were comfortable, didn't they? Sometimes he even wondered if Yoongi was choosing to be in pain, like he couldn't get rid of them.

And that was also part of the reason why Seokjin couldn't bring himself to truly hate Yoongi. Because there was just something... "off" about him. Something neither he or Namjoon were telling anyone, or ever would tell anyone. And if you looked closely, like really, really closely, there was a name etched into the back of one of his sneakers too. And it wasn't his own.

Did Hoseok ever notice?

At one point in time, Min Yoongi walked the grounds of a different school, a different life, in those shoes. And even though he kept quiet about it, Seokjin could put the pieces together on his own well enough to know it'd been hell.

On the other hand, his boyfriend wore spotless, white high-top sneakers with bright rainbow Murakami flowers on the sides, and Seokjin honestly wasn't sure what that was supposed to mean other than he was gay.

To this day, he still didn't understand Jung Hoseok. He reminded him of one of those Lite-Brite things he used to play with when he was little, the ones where you could stick all the different colored lights on the board and make pretty artwork. Except Hoseok didn't even need all the rainbow colors he wore to stand out; he was vibrant enough on his own.

For the longest time, Seokjin wondered how in the hell he and Yoongi were the ones who did it for each other. One was literally a walking Crayola Crayon box from fourth-grade art class, and the other was a void of pitch- black nothingness.