Frigid | Namgi ✓

Floor Four: Mayo We Stay Together?

A/N: good morning. 

maybe it's not morning where you are but the sun is still shining brightly in my mind!

have a wonderful day.

Izzy

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After attaching their lips to each other's frosting-caked faces for quite some time, Yoongi and Namjoon decided to pursue their true mission of escaping the fridge instead of finding escapism in absorbing the glucose chains of sugar. 

Yoongi had to yank Namjoon out the other end of the cake container pretty hard to get his wide body through. However, both males were relatively free of frosting and ready to fight their way out of the fridge by the time they had surfaced on the other side. 

"My stomach hurts..." Namjoon lamented as they bumbled around the entrance of the cake container. "Maybe we shouldn't have eaten all that frosting because-"

"NONSENSE!" Yoongi shouted, buzzing with the rush of sugar. "WE NEEDED TO GET SOME CALORIES IN US, OTHERWISE WE WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN ABLE TO CONTINUE. WE HAVE TO MAINTAIN OUR STRENGTH, YOU KNOW?"

Namjoon scoffed, grabbing Yoongi's hand in his larger one. "Makes sense, Yoongs, but now I have to put up with your sugar-high ass for quite a while."

A tiny smirk wormed onto Yoongi's lips. "SORRY."

The senior pulled Yoongi slightly off into the distance. "Can you talk any quieter? I'm right next to you, you don't have to scream."

"Sorry." Yoongi tried again, this time more quiet. "I just feel so happy, how am I not supposed to yell? I mean, we're getting out of here soon, I just ate some cake, when we're out I get to be your boyfr--um, I mean..."

Erupting into coughs, Yoongi didn't realize the path that he was going down in that snippet of conversation until he got there. The half-chewed word boyfriend sat on his lips, unsure of whether to be pronounced fully or left to rot. Namjoon noticed the bolded word instantly, given his quick release of the sophomore's hand. 

"Wait...what...?"

Namjoon was at a loss for words. Since they had fallen into amicable (if you could call it that) rounds of kissing and fond touches, they had never discussed what they were. No discussion of pair, couple, boyfriends...nothing. Maybe it was the stuffy atmosphere of random foodstuffs or maybe it was their inability to see the elephant in the fridge, but neither of them had dared enter into the topic of relationship.

Until now.

"Yoongi..." Namjoon started again once the sophomore's violent coughing had subsided. "Did you say...are you asking me out?"

Yoongi's sugar glazed eyes cleared up briefly to widen at what Namjoon was suggesting. "A-asking...um...well, you see...uh, about...a-asking, whew...hmmm, erm...huh why a-am I sweating so much...ah-"

"Fuck it, I'll do it then. How come you can just be the most blunt person I've ever met at some points and then suddenly that part of you switches off? How does that even work?" 

Yoongi shrugged. How was he supposed to know the details of the inner machinations inside his own jumbled mental chamber? Was that a thing? He bet Namjoon understood his own mind--that smart MF.

"Anyway...okay. Here goes...Min Yoongi, will you officially be my boyfriend?" 

Immediately, Namjoon blushed a deep rose, fingers twisting around with nerves. Perhaps the backdrop of a half-eaten tube of mayo wasn't the best setting to pop the commitment question, but that didn't matter to him. The senior just wanted to know that once they were out of this fridge, they could continue seeing each other as...a couple.