Taehyung and Yoongi were friends for over 15 years. Taehyung is a diligent student who is a typical social butterfly, has a lot of friends, and Yoongi is simply a boring self who prefers to be in smaller groups, doesn't party or engage in relationsh...
Hi everyone! I'm so so sorry that chapter is late, but you know... life is hard these days. I have to keep up with my grades and finals incoming, but I'll really work harder. Enjoy this chapter!
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Everything seemed to be rather normal. Over the last few days Joon and Yoongi had been refilling the coffee , chocolate and soju supplies which they needed to live. Searching through the store shelves in all this multitude of feelings calmed Yoongi's nerves. No wonder that he was the owner of the idea of buying a few "personalizing" things for their new apartment. It might be weird, but Yoongi definitely did not feel comfortable at all in a flat full of wooden, monochromatic furniture. He needed something different, fresh.
After a few good moments spent in the shop, Yoongi's basket was filled with colorful figurines, a trash bin with a smile sticked to it, hairy pillows and obviously - cat-shaped pots.
"I didn't think you're such a sensitive man, hyung" Namjoon laughed under his nose after putting a black figure from KAWS in his basket. Yoongi knew perfectly well that Namjoon couldn't pass next to these things, he was simply obsessed. That time, in Los Angeles, his studio was filled with KAWS products from ceiling to the floor, from wall to wall. No wonder, then, that even now the objects immediately fell into his hands.
"Drop it, Joon." Yoongi hissed a Namjoon raised the brew.
"Do you want me to drop a $50 worth figure? Are you out of your mind?" He said, apparently worried about the situation.
Yoongi sighed. Sometimes he forgot that when you're close to Namjoon, all commands should be precise as accurately as possible. "Drop the honorifics, and mean."
"O-ooh?" Namjoon softly whispered, clearly surprised. It's been almost five days since their arrival in Korea, but Namjoon didn't think that they had already entered this stage when they spoke to each other informally.
"Just call me Yoongi, it's easier." Yoongi said with cool tone, but his eyesight was led by the long shelves with colorful napkins and tablecloths. "Do you think we're going to have a party in our house one day?
Okay, Namjoon was totally confused. In one moment Yoongi tries to keep a distance, but now he wants the younger one to feel comfortable? And now, whet the hell is this question about?
"I guess?" Namjoon said without conviction, not to the end being aware of what Yoongi is all about. "When we will have friends." He added after a while.
Yoongi loudly released the air and started to move further, taking his eyes off the shelves and directing him to the floor.
They were passing lamps, light bulbs, handles and carpets.
"You could invite that boyfriend of yours." The elder caught the younger off the guard again. Namjon's eyes sparkled as if just to mention Jin, and Yoongi laughed quietly. Although Namjoon didn't talk too much about Jin recently, Min knew he missed him. They haven't had the opportunity to meet yet since the two set foot in Korea, because Namjoon always wanted to keep Yoon with him. "To the party, I mean."
