Frigid | Namgi ✓

Floor Three: In a Pickle

A/N:

this is the story I write when I'm high off caffeine lol. my only

(and last, probably) 

crack story. my one true love! Alas!

I want to be in a fridge.

izzy

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"JESUS CHRIST!"

Namjoon's words flowed freely into Yoongi's praise-expectant ears. As he dragged the slice of bread to the waiting senior, he smiled brightly, the feeling of being on top of the world coating his teeth.

"Yessiree, I do deliver." Yoongi dropped the massive slice of bread between them. Namjoon's face lit up as he scrambled towards the delectable square of carbs. "Whole grain or white? Butter or jam? A hug or a ki-"

"Shut up, Yoongi. I can see that this is cinnamon raisin."

But Namjoon's words carried no kick, no venom in them. They were teasatory, meant to joke around. The leaf-boy giggled, sitting down next to Namjoon who dug into the tearable bread. 

The sophomore cleared his throat. "Ehm! EHm! Yes, Joon, I already know what you're thinking...yes, I did get that bread."

With a mouthful of the bread, Namjoon rolled his eyes. His leg was propped out to the side, pain already forgotten. 

"Who birthed you to act like this..." He groaned, munching on the delectable wheat. "Anyway, what do you suppose we do now?"

Yoongi was caught off guard. He scratched at his chest timidly before kneeling on the ground next to the senior.

"Fuck. Didn't think about that. We should probably try to get to the next floor, right?"

The sophomore stuffed his face full of bread. The possibility of them climbing up to the final fridge floor seemed null. Namjoon was injured pretty badly...Yoongi lost his stem rope...

They were both pretty discouraged. Namjoon nodded glumly, chewing on a raisin.

"Well duh we should...but how?"

The sophomore thought. He didn't realized how long he was spacing out on Namjoon's face until the senior suddenly became self-conscious.

"What? Do I have something..." The senior began to wipe at his chin. "On my face?" 

Heat rushed up to Yoongi's cheeks and he snorted, looking away. "S-sorry, just zoning out. I...I think I have some idea of what we c-could do..."

Namjoon perked up, the embarrassed look on his face almost completely gone. "Lay it on me."

Yoongi nearly choked on his bread. Mind out of the gutter. 

"I saw some pickle jars and beer bottles...those seem tall enough that if we got on top of them and somehow climbed..."

A groan left Namjoon's mouth. "And how do you suppose I'll climb up...like this?"

He gave a sad look to Yoongi. It was full of hopelessness, a look that said I'll never make it out of here...go on without me.

"Hey!" The sophomore scooted closer to Namjoon, placing a cold hand on the senior's. "Don't get down on me now, Double 007 will find out a way to help you, Joon. I'll make sure of it. We're getting out of here together. I'm not leaving you."

The words were out of Yoongi's mouth, laid across the ground. They were full-fleshed, sparkly words that Namjoon gaped at. The leaf-boy did not go back on them. He refused to be a pussy, wanted to show Namjoon that feelings were meant to be spoken.