Calling | OT7

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"Is he okay?" Yoongi asks softly as Namjoon's gentle hand feels Jungkook's forehead. Both had a concerned look in their eyes as they stare at Jungkook. The only difference was that Yoongi was standing by the door, occasionally pressing his ear against the door to possibly hear anything.

Jungkook had rushed in here with the most panicked look on his face and claimed that people were following him. Had this been any other situation that could be considered normal, they probably wouldn't have believed him. But that wasn't all that far fetched as of now.

"He's out cold, but he's breathing just fine," Namjoon says, his hand moving down and gently cupping the youngest males cheek. "He keeps muttering something, but I really can't understand it," Namjoon utters, clearly frustrated.

And Yoongi understands why he's frustrated. He would be too. No, he is frustrated too. He just isn't showing it as much. The reason being that... he doesn't feel like he has the right to.

Yeah, he and Jungkook had that one time at the buffet that they felt their callings. They had that one time where they were flirting with each other and got each other's numbers. It was only one time, and Yoongi needed it to get out of his head. If they are soulmates, great- that's awesome. If they aren't? Well... things might get more complicated than any of them want it to be. For starters, he knows damn fucking well that he and Jungkook would have a terrible time trying to share Namjoon.

Namjoon finally stands from Jungkook's sleeping figure, staring at him for a few seconds longer before looking over to Yoongi. When Yoongi looks into the other male's eyes, he can see that the other's gears are turning. He swallows and glances away before he feels Namjoon pull him close by the waist. Yoongi tenses, but it was merely for a moment until he relaxes into the others strong arms, their foreheads resting against each other as their breaths mingle.

"This resort won't let us leave until you and Kookie match," Namjoon says softly, and Yoongi feels his heart sink a little. He already knows that Jungkook will never give him a chance. And apparently, Namjoon could see the conflict in his eyes, and his lips kiss Yoongi's so gently it felt like he was kissing clouds. "And you two will. I know so. I'm aware that you two's first encounter at the hotel room wasn't the greatest, but I'm sure that things will get better."

Yoongi was beginning to fall down a velvety hole of comfort and calmness. It was quite nice. Although, he's snapped back into reality when he realizes what Namjoon had said. He pulls away slightly, still in the other's arms as he looks at Namjoon confused.

"That... that wasnt the first time I met Jungkook." He admits. Yoongi didn't like lying to Namjoon, and he supposes its because he's afraid the other might punish him if he does so (although, that really doesn't sound like such a bad thing). When Namjoon tilts his head in confusion, Yoongi feels almost mad.

Of course, that anger boils over and disappears in an instant because of Namjoon's magical calling, but he already knows that it will come back at some point. His eyes fall over Jungkook's sleeping body, an unreadable expression in his eyes until he looks down and shakes his head.

"Jungkook and I had an encounter back at the buffet," Yoongi starts, and Namjoon stares at him to continue. He's a tad nervous, but he continues anyway. "He... he had come to me and started to flirt a little bit and then eventually... he had asked for my number," Yoongi says, and when he looks up into Namjoon's eyes, he can see the eyebrows of the other are furrowed.

Realizing that he might have accidentally made Namjoon mad, he tenses and grips the others biceps a bit. "B-but you shouldn't be mad at him at all! Even if we aren't soulmates with each other, it might just be some sort of malfunction or something. Perhaps the cooks thought it would be funny to put some aphrodisiac in the soup and-and-" Yoongi was cut off on his tangent when Namjoon presses his lips against Yoongi hard. Yoongi gasps and feels his body get pushed up against the door, Namjoon slotting on his thighs dangerously close to his crotch. His eyes are wide and his hands tightly grip Namjoon's shirt, but the blush on his face only grows when he feels the other's tongue push into his mouth. For a second he's confused, but he lets that confusion wash away as he kisses back, taking in a deep breath as he allows his tongue to dance with Namjoon's.