A/N: When I write this I get very hungry and
imagine myself in a fridge surrounded by
gourmet cheeses and fruits delight!
but then I think of two ant-like beings in my
fridge, messing with my food and
my appetite kinda drops ngl. lol
Izzy
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Following a very tiring setlist that had both males panting heavily, Yoongi thought that the circumstances sought for some celebratory actions.
"Namjoon..." Yoongi doubled over, his sweaty hands grasping his leafy thighs. "I think our rock star careers have ended. Can we eat some of that cake over there now?"
The sophomore pointed an excited finger over to a half-eaten birthday cake in the distance. By the looks of it, the cake was wild--frosted flowers twisted around its side in a rainbow swirl. Namjoon wasn't sure if it was for a birthday, a home welcoming, or a let's just mix a bunch of random colors together for a college drinking party cake.
He supposed the latter was true.
"Yoongi, that cake looks like something Lady Gaga would wear as a hat. Do you really think it will taste good?"
Biting his lip in deep contemplation, the sophomore shuffled up to the massive cake. To them, it was huge; a dozen laps around the thing was surely a mile in their miniature scale. Covering the massive confection was a plastic dome that sported many sharpied faces on it. Many sharpied faces were smiling, others angry. One even had a blunt hanging out of its exaggeratedly large lips.
"Hmmm..." The sophomore traced his palm along drawing of the pot-head. He smirked to himself. "You can't know until you do...you can't taste until you first brandish a tongue..."
Namjoon listened, but knew he wouldn't be able to understand Yoongi's pivotal life-lesson unless he interfered. Steering Yoongi back to more common, sensical speech, was a fun challenge for the senior.
"So...what you're saying is that the journey to taste is enough in itself to make you want to taste new things?" Namjoon tried.
Surprisingly, Yoongi didn't shoot him down.
"How'd you know, Joon?! I was going to say that, yeah, I may not always make the best decisions, but since I have a tongue to taste with--and buds to listen to music with--why not eat whatever I want?"
The senior made a face. "That's not...um...okay, yep...sure. Alright, let's try the cake."
"Plus," Yoongi added, nonchalantly moving closer to Namjoon. "I tasted your lips earlier and they tasted sweet to me."
Fast and furious came the blush that filled the senior's cheeks. Yoongi sometimes was a handful, but that didn't make the senior appreciate him any less. Additionally, the sophomore's gibberish sometimes translated into a sharp flirtaciousness that had Namjoon blushing at the oddest times.
"Oh...really?" The senior didn't pull away when Yoongi intertwined their hands. "I mean, I am an avid wearer of cherry chapstick, so..."
Giggles befell Yoongi as he swayed their arms back and forth playfully. The senior was so glad he was able to move as he used to, instead of having to rely on the lowerclassman for support.
After lapping the cake together, Yoongi stopped him and Namjoon when he found a tiny crack in the cake dome. He released Namjoon's hand and examined the opening, murmuring things to himself here and there.
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