Frigid | Namgi ✓

Floor Two: Say Cheese!

A/N: Man! I promise I will finish this story

And pay more attention to it

I promise

I promise

okay, now for the story, sorry :P

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"Yooooooonnnggggggiiiiii please help me, I'll...promise..."

The sophomore lifted his head up from his knees, whining quietly at the dull throb in his shin. Namjoon's voice sounded pained in his ears. The latter hadn't spoken for quite some time, and honestly Yoongi felt a little guilty for lashing out so hard at the elder. He respected Namjoon a lot, both for his academic achievements and for the way he carried himself. The senior was a fast learner; Yoongi knew that if Namjoon didn't act so stubborn he could find a way for them to escape.

So Yoongi first had to teach him how to be nice.

"I'll...promise to be nice! You--I have to pee! Please help me...Yooooonnggggiiiii..."

The younger grumbled as he stood up with his back to the milk carton, dusting off his knees.

Namjoon better improve his behavior. 

"Namjoon!" The leaf-covered boy called out in a not so friendly tone. "I've given it thought, and I think I'll help you."

Namjoon's body came into view as Yoongi rounded the carton. He gasped when he saw how far away the senior had managed to crawl on his own. Namjoon's sprawled position on the fridge floor would have been almost comical, if it weren't for the glimmer of desperation in his eyes.

"Thank God, Yoongi! Oh, come here please-"

Namjoon swiveled to face the other, arms flailing around to get his attention. Yoongi shook his head, but complied nonetheless. If the duo were to escape, there was little gained by prolonging their squabble any longer than needed.

"Give me you hands...yeah, okay-" Yoongi wrist-locked onto the older, squatting down to prepare himself to bear the other's weight. "Let's do this real slow, I don't want you hurt more than you already are."

"Gee," Namjoon mumbled cynically, "It seems your care for me is a bit late, huh?"

Scoffing, Yoongi grumbled as he pulled the senior up. Namjoon leaned heavily upon the other's shoulder as he got a grip on his footing, and Yoongi could tell it was going to be a long day of "bonding" for them.

"Je...sus...Namjoon, what do you eat?" Yoongi huffed as they started ambling slowly towards the water bottles. The sophomore could tell that the other was in pain by the tiny puffs of strained air escaping Namjoon's lips. Moving seemed to be harder for him than Yoongi thought, and it wasn't long before both males were coated in a thin film of sweat, panting heavily.

"C-can we take a br...break...by that cheese?" The younger's legs were trembling under Namjoon's weight. After a decidedly long pause, the senior nodded, hobbling towards the orange block of dairy designated for their resting spot. When they arrived, Yoongi nearly fell out from under Namjoon's arm, leaning against the block of cheese in relief as he rubbed his shoulders. Likewise, Namjoon plopped down onto the fridge floor, pressed against the cool, shiny surface of the wrapped cheese.

"Shouldn't I be the one in pain?" Namjoon smirked, eyes closing in a mixture of exhaustion and agony. Yoongi shot him a glare.

"Hey there, Mr. Bright Guy, you promised to be cordial. Plus! I'm helping you for my own sake, alright? It's not like I'm some tall dude with thick thighs anyway..."

One eye twitched from the boy watching Yoongi. The leaf boy didn't miss the smirk aimed at him as his face heated up.

"I...I m-mean-"

"You think I'm thick? Wow...never heard that one before." Namjoon shrugged, looking down at his thighs in contemplation.

Now it was Yoongi's turn to contemplate. "How could you not have heard that before? Do none of the millions of girls chasing after you tell you things like that?" 

Namjoon laughed as his eyes flicked back to the sophomore. "The girls that surround me usually tell me I'm handsome...a genius...that I have nice lips and a good jawline-"

"Okay, don't get carried away-"

The senior bit his lip. "But they never say I'm thick. I don't think that's a trait girls look for...who only want to be with you for your reputation anyway. Who only want to be with you so they won't have to work in the future--so they can have security. They'd be afraid it would scare me away, that level of bluntness. They'd think that their chances of living a life free of work and problems would dwindle to almost nothing..."

Yoongi was silent. He furrowed his brow, zoning out on the way that his blurry reflection stared back at him in the glassy plastic covering the cheese.

"You...you think that your admirers only want you for your reputation and success? Because-"

Namjoon rolled his eyes. "I don't think. I know."

"Pffffftttt! You can't know that stuff, I'm sure they like you for your personality too-"

"Fifteen."

Yoongi squinted his eyes in confusion. "I'm sorry, I'm not following? Fifteen what?"

Picking at his nails in disinterest, Namjoon mumbled something that Yoongi almost didn't catch.

"Fifteen girls...who only wanted to be with me for my intelligence or status."

Yoongi lowered himself so that he was sitting about a meter away from Namjoon, his back pressed to the cheese. The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them.

"Screw them. They don't deserve you, anyway."

A pair of shocked mocha eyes lifted to rest on his Yoongi's own surprised ones.

Shit! Why was he being so nice to Namjoon? This guy was a jerk, an ungrateful-

"Thank you...I guess?" 

Namjoon's dimple popped out for only a second, a millisecond, but it was enough time for Yoongi to catch of glimpse. The elder must've sensed this and quickly returned his face to something unreadable, wiggling around uncomfortably on the fridge floor. The action reminded Yoongi of Namjoon's urge to pee. Yoongi pressed his palms onto the cold floor to push himself up, but before he could, Namjoon raised a hand.

"So...do you really think I'm thick?"

Yoongi chortled, standing up and extending a hand. 

"You're as thick as the block of cheese behind us. So thick that if I were a few pounds lighter I wouldn't be able to be your crutch without breaking. So thick that-"

"Okay!" Namjoon closed his eyes tightly before slapping his thighs once with each hand. He shook his head as his voice carried throughout the fridge. "I'm thick! Got it."

As Yoongi took the elder's hands in his own to help him to a standing position, Namjoon eyed him strangely. At first the sophomore didn't notice it, but then again, Yoongi was a bit clueless.

"Hmmm?" Yoongi raised an eyebrow after a while. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Namjoon just looked down at the ground. 

"I...I-"

Yoongi finished the statement for him. "You have to pee super fucking badly?"

A nod. And a sigh.

"Yeah. Let's get away from this cheese."

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