Still with you

Chapter eleven

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Inside the campus hall, people are still dancing and drinking, and the four who had disappeared for the supposed competition still haven't returned. The lights are purple, blue, and foggy. Yoongi leans back in his chair, taking a sip from his cup as he observes the two men chatting in front of him.

Their mutual adoration for each other is blindingly obvious and also sickeningly sweet, the black-haired man rolls his eyes as they blush and stutter, stumble over words, and avoid eye contact.

He wonders how these two could know each other for so long and still act like they're hallway crushes and not friends (with blatant feelings for each other) of three years. He knows that he and Jimin aren't the best when it comes to communication but Namjoon and Seokjin take it to another face-palmingly stupid level.

Yoongi looks down at his empty cup, swirling around the little red drop that still clings to the bottom. Suddenly, the lights fade from purple and blue to pink and orange. Yoongi knows the playlist well, it's time for him to take his leave. He could be smooth about it, make up something about needing to go to the bathroom or getting another drink.

Instead, he stands up, his chair scraping against its reluctance abruptly. Two sets of stupid(ly in love) eyes dart his way, quizzing in their narrowness.

The black haired just shrugs his shoulder, walks away. He can see the urgency and desperation in Namjoons gaze. Please, don't leave me, it says. Still, he walks away. He's given him as much advice as he can, it's his fault that they're still firmly in the friend zone.

Seokjin raises an eyebrow at his friends' strangeness but doesn't question it. When you've been friends with Min Yoongi for three years, you learn it's easier to just go with the flow, let him do what he wants, it's not like you could stop him.

Namjoon clears his throat and Seokjin realises it's just them. The two of them. Alone. His heart beats a bit harder.

This is stupid. He knows he's being stupid. He's in his twenties for god's sake. He's about to graduate and become a real adult in the real world. He should start acting like it.

But there's just something about the man beside him. Something that makes him nervous. And I'm allowed to be nervous, alright? Seokjin thinks to the voice in his head that echoes the sentiment of stupidity, the voice that sounds suspiciously like Yoongi.

Kim Namjoon. With his dark brown hair and honey-sweet eyes, that charming smile, those devastating dimples. He's extremely handsome, that much is as clear as can be. But what draws Seokjin in, like a moth to a flame, is less about how he looks and more about how he acts.

He's eloquently spoken, always knows the right thing to say in the moment. Very intelligent, both pragmatically and emotionally. And he's just a really kind, down-to-earth guy. But that doesn't mean you can't have a laugh with him; as funny as he is smart. Who wouldn't be in love with him?

Seokjin still remembers how they first met, it's a memory he often looks back on, usually when he's sitting in an empty room or lying in a cold bed, when he feels lonely.

He was already running late and his father's nagging wasn't doing anything to help, getting the train is always a pain but especially in the mornings when everyone is tired, angry, and has somewhere they need to be. Seokjin was a mess that morning, he remembers the panic welling up in his stomach, the pressure in his chest, the prospect of being late didn't usually bother him so much. But that day was different—he'd had an exam at 9 on the dot and if he didn't catch the train everyone was currently pushing and shoving their way into then he would miss it. His professor was harsh, rescheduling would not be an option.