Frigid | Namgi ✓

Floor Three: Fancy Meating You Here...

A/N: Fuck.

:)

Izzy

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Yoongi landed on his stomach, clutching hard to the rope piece that was still attached to his waist. The air rushed out of him in a painful puff, and the last thing he remembered before turning on his back was Namjoon's scream. Then, all was dark. 

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"Y...oon...gi! Yoongi!"

A caramel-crisp voice caked with fear spoke in Yoongi's ear. His mind reached out for the voice, but it was difficult with the incessant pounding behind his eyes. Oh! It hurt him so much.

"Yoongi! Oh god please wake up-"

The leaf-boy stirred as the pain subsided, only to return with merciless force.  He slipped back into the blackness.

"Am I...going to have to..."

A strange heat centered over his body--felt distantly by the leaf-covered boy. What was that odd feeling, that odd sensation of proximity? Fuck! Why wasn't he waking up?

"I'm sorry in advance, Yoongi."

Inside, the sophomore cringed. Was he dying? Why couldn't he escape from this endless bubble of no return? Why couldn't he wake up! There was nothing more he wanted than to just open his eyes--but he couldn't.

Suddenly, a light tickling wormed its way onto his lips. After a few moments he felt the hurt within him disappear as...air was pumped into him? 

Wait-

Yoongi's eyes shot open. Namjoon's face was only a centimeter above his, brown eyes focused only on one thing: his lips. The senior, unaware that Yoongi was awake, continued to administer CPR to the male under him. 

Rabid dogs flew against Yoongi's heart; there was no way he could have braced himself to feel Kim Namjoon's lips against his own, even if it was to safe his life. His first kiss--taken by the Kim Namjoon!

When he escaped the fridge, he'd be sure to tell Noodle, his dog. Or post it on his blog. Or hang up a huge sign that said: "I've kissed Kim Namjoon before, what have you done?"

"Yoongi?" A breath of air fanned against his face as the senior noticed the boy's eyes creaking open. "Yoongi? Are you okay?"

Pretending to be out of it (and he was, because Namjoon was still too close for comfort) Yoongi shook his head. He grumbled out a few words with a shaky voice. 

"Fancy meeting you here..." Yoongi gingerly reached up to touch his lips, dizzy with the sensation left behind. He effortfully took in a breath of air and winced as his heart beat harshly. "You...did mouth to mouth...?"

Was he that god damn whipped for a man he just met?

As if on cue, Namjoon blushed profusely and pulled himself away from the sophomore, clearing his throat. Yoongi thought the embarrassment flushing up his neck was endearing. 

"Um...yeah, well--just did what I had to do to...save a friend."

A small giggle burst from Yoongi's lips as he attempted to sit up. A new wave of pain bubbled beneath his skull as he struggled to sit up. Namjoon instinctively reached out to help him, but his hand froze halfway to the other boy. 

Yoongi noticed this but said nothing. Namjoon clearly felt uncomfortable because of his previous action, hoping that Yoongi didn't see or realize his awkwardness. However, the leaf boy was keen to Namjoon's body language, and decided to lighten the mood a bit.