"God, I wish having sex was more like basketball."
"What do you mean?" Yoongi looks at me, a mix of confusion and curiosity on his face.
"Like a physical act, two people should be able to have sex like they're playing basketball. Noone feels the nee...
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I spend all of Sunday in bed, sleeping, watching nonsense on TV, and eating takeaway food, too lazy to do anything else. That's how most days go when I don't have work and I've drunk the night before, but I'm perfectly content with the simplicity of it.
Unsure of what to watch on Netflix next, I grab my phone to google one of those random netflix title generators and let fate decide for me, when I notice a text notification.
> Hope your hangover's not too terrible today, cause mine sure is
< I'm surprisingly dealing well with it hahahaha
> Wow, I think it's the first time my hangover is worse than yours. > That's an achievement. > Idk whether that's good or bad
< Definitely bad. Min Yoongi, do better!
> Yah, it's worth it just to see Jin trying to flirt again
< He was a bit too drunk, I think his charm got lost in the alcohol breath
> Charm is a funny way of putting it
I suddenly remember his drunken request to hang out again next week, which I also drunkenly accepted. Thankfully my life isn't too busy, because I hate canceling on people almost as much as when people cancel on me.
< Btw, they're showing the big basketball game next Tuesday on channel 4, u wanna come over and watch it? < I'll get us some dinner too
> Sounds good! Let's say 6pm? > So we don't miss the pregame interviews
< 6pm works perfect
> Great > I'm gonna go take a whole bottle of aspirin and crawl into a ball in my bed
< Lmfaaooooo u big baby < U need to survive for work tomorrow!
> Don't even remind me
One thing I was surprised to find out Yoongi and I had in common is our love for basketball. That's how we started talking and hanging out outside of work, watching games with other work people or by ourselves. We even got to go to a game at the city's arena once with some of his friends, it's probably my fondest memory with him. We both get really into the game and start shouting and cheering for our preferred team, and we've even bet between us on game results, which has resulted in us doing some really stupid penalties.
I close the messaging app and mindlessly start swiping through my apps, and I spot one with a little red flame on it that I haven't opened in a while. "Ah, fuck it, I have nothing else to do" I say to myself, and tap on it.
I've never really believed in dating apps, mainly because they've never worked for me. I rarely end up meeting up with people through it, and when I do, it never progresses past one date or a one-night stand. It eventually becomes more like a videogame for me rather than fulfilling its purpose, so I get tired of it and let it dry for weeks on end. Eventually, like today, I'll decide to have another gander at it. It's a vicious cycle, really.
I start swiping through pictures of guys, none of them really impressing me. It's hard to judge someone based off of four pictures and a short bio, but guys never put more than the bare minimum of effort into it and I'm never sold on it. This is, until I find a familiar face on it.
"MIN YOONGI WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING ON TINDER!" I scream, silently thanking god I live on my own.
He's never mentioned dating apps, and I've never seen him on here before so I'm assuming he's recently decided to give it a try and downloaded it. I swipe through his photos, a wide variety of them: One of him at work, one with his dog, a selfie, and a group photo at his friend's house party. I must admit, he knows how to choose photos, because he looks really good in all of them.
His bio reads: 5 foot 9 and can cook you up a mean bulgogi. As some say, great things come in small packages.
Oh. my. god.
I can't help but let out a loud snort at that. This is the most unlike-Yoongi thing I've ever seen, but for some reason it's kind of fascinating. I decide to use one of my super likes with him, just to make it painfully obvious that I've found him. Now I definitely have something to ask him about next time I see him.
After mindlessly swiping through random guys for about twenty minutes, and receiving three unwanted dick pics, I decide I'm tired of Tinder and switch my attention back to my TV screen for the rest of the evening before falling asleep again.
