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              Min Yoongi’s head was throbbing as he pushed through the busy crowd. He had worked all afternoon and he now had to trudge his way back home in the cool night air. Scratch that. He now had to trudge home by his own means even though Park Kyung had a car. However, he had only offered a ride to his dear brother-in-law. 

Not that Min Yoongi truly minded.

From speeding delivery men on their scooters and slow old couples to stumbling drunkards, he had to expertly dodge several incoming projectiles. Still, he couldn’t fight back a small smile as he wriggled by a cooing couple. After all, the simple knowledge that all it would take for him to escape it all was to look up was soothing.

It was soothing beyond words.

He only had to look up and he would be offered the most captivating yet unchanging scenery: The gentle flicker of the street lights perfectly paired with bright shop signs and a pitch-black sky. The whole was laid out in a mesmerizing platter before him and he only had to drink it all in with his own eyes. His very own eyes would embed it into his memory.

Not his camera’s.

“I want it!”

That was if his best friend would let him relish in the moment.

“I want it.” Seokjin repeated with much more gusto than Yoongi would ever fathom. “You want it where?” He mock gasped with the same bewildered look as more than half of the set. “Here.”

To leave his best friend standing alone in the middle of the street like the idiot that he was or to leave his best friend standing in the middle of the street like the idiot that he was?

Much to Yoongi’s dismay, Seokjin had read his mind before he had even properly raised his hand to hail a taxi. Truth be told, his best friend wrapping a hand around his own was probably a divine sign from the gods of his empty wallet. However, Seokjin letting out a long guttural sound as he pulled Yoongi to his chest was most definitely not.

“Teach me your ways.” Seokjin sang as he cradled Yoongi’s cheek with his free hand.

“Before or after your brother-in-law pays me?” Yoongi mused as he leaned into his best friend’s hand.

Truth be told.

Min Yoongi wasn’t oblivious to his good looks. Not only did he have the decency to look in a mirror every morning; the way models, or anyone in general, looked at him, gave it all away. After years of studying them behind his lens, it had all become second nature to him : Their wandering eyes taking in his every feature; the same besotted smile; the same dilated pupils; the same charged atmosphere.

All of which had led to this very same scene with Kim Seokjin 5 years ago.

All of which had led to the kiss that had marked the beginning of their beautiful friendship.

“Say that I’m the girl of your dreams, Kim Seokjin.” 

All of which had led to a well-deserved trip to the hospital.

“Try me.”

Now.

In his defense, Kim Seokjin was already half-way down his trip to the hospital. Stealing a kiss from the rosiest pair of lips he’d seen in years would definitely get him acquainted with his best friend’s killer right hook once more but he had been dumped two weeks ago. He had his needs. Min Yoongi would understand.

Or not.

During their antics, they had somehow made their way to the entrance of a subway station. So much so that onlookers could only raise their eyebrows as Yoongi pulled on a yelping Seokjin’s collar. Rolling his eyes, he pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket before stuffing it in between his best friend’s lips. Somehow, he’d known that playing coy when that model had slipped it in his hand would pay off. A bright smile adorning his lips, he gently tapped a blinking Seokjin’s cheek.

“Call her and stop trying to kiss me, dear best friend of mine.” Yoongi mock cooed before slightly shoving him out of his way. “See you when I see you.”

Hold up.

“What do you mean when I see you? What happened to spending the night together? What happened to treating me for getting you this gig, you ungrateful ? What happened to seeing my favorite Kookie? You bastards have had my FIFA 13 CD since 2012!”

Seokjin was more than talking to thin air as Yoongi readjusted his camera bag and slipped his transport card back in his pocket. Though there was something endearing about his best friend’s ramblings, Yoongi couldn’t help but nod along to the monotonous sound of footsteps surrounding him. They guided him along the station, their sounds growing louder as he slipped deeper underground. They overtook his thoughts, ridding him of all unnecessities.

He would relax at long last.

“Whose number is this?”

Or so he thought.

“It belongs to a she.”

Yoongi deadpanned in perfect beat with Seokjin’s hand as it dropped onto his shoulder. Breathless, the latter crept closer to his best friend before wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

“Surely you must know.” Seokjin pouted as he leaned his cheek on the top of Yoongi’s head.

“She breathes.” The latter winced as he looked up to check for how much longer he’d have to be a headrest. “What else do you need to know?”

“ you, Min Yoongi.” Seokjin groaned as he nudged him.

“After all I’ve done for you, Hyung?”

A gush of wind wrapped around them just as tightly as the insult in Yoongi’s words as the subway arrived at the station. After all, they both knew that the only Min brother who was capable of cooing and meaning it was Kookie. Clearly, cuteness and showing signs of affection had skipped a son in the Min family. Especially when it came to poor Kim Seokjin.

“Was-.“ He started as the subway doors burst open.

“If your brother-in-law has any of your blood running through his veins, he probably won’t pay me, will he?” Yoongi mused as he stepped aside. “Should I format my memory card?”

“You evil person, which part of brother-in-law do you not understand?” Seokjin gasped, clearly appalled, as they pushed forward with the rest of the crowd. “My bloodline is perfection, Min Yoongi. You’ll regret not kissing me.”

“I’ll leave that to her.” Yoongi mock-gasped in return before squeezing himself between a seat and Seokjin.

However, looking up at his best friend, he couldn’t help but chuckle. There was something about the ease with which sweet-as-can-be Seokjin from this afternoon was now more than trampling over Park Kyung’s name and the welfare of his company. If he hadn’t been enjoying the small bubble of comfort he’d made for himself, he would have probably filmed this. For future, much needed, Yoongi-dignity-defense material.

“Speaking of her.” Seokjin cooed as he leaned towards Yoongi.

“Hyung, I have an exhibit coming up yet I still busted my to help your brother-in-law.” Yoongi deadpanned as he poked Seokjin’s cheek away from him. “My charity work ends here.”

“You asked me for a gig!” Seokjin snapped as he scooted aside to let people in. “Did you even find what you were looking for?”

No.

The answer had almost shot out of Min Yoongi. All before stopping in its tracks right at the tip of his tongue. Never leaving his lips as it simply chose to sit there. Looking back at him as he simply stood there. Blankly staring past an expectant Kim Seokjin as more people pushed past him into the subway car. Still, there was no denying that Yoongi could feel the metallic bar jabbing his side as Seokjin was pressed closer to him. Ever in a rush, people thrashed for a space that no longer was.

“You’re a handsome and award-winning young artist, yet you don’t you?”

Indeed, their faces only seemed to be drained of color as the subway car doors closed and they found themselves on the other side. Late. Stranded. Exhausted. The endless words differed but the desperation remained the same, distorting their faces into masks of anxiety and frustration.

“It’s ugly, it smells, doesn’t it?”

It was repulsive.

“Yet it came from you.

The handsome and award-winning young artist.

Why is it not worthy of your lens anymore?”

He had wasted more than enough time producing the said piece of . Therefore, there was no further need to waste film to capture what was meant to be discarded in the first place. There was no need to remember that he was even capable of producing such horrid .  It was as simple as that.

“Which is why I shall not allow you to participate in this exhibit.”

Those words had been spoken to Min Yoongi more than a week ago. Still, when he closed his eyes, he could hear them clear as day. A never-ending whisper in his ear, slowly tearing away at his ego bit by excruciating bit; driving him ever closer to the edge.

“I’m guessing that’s a Yoongi-no?”

His eyes shot open.

“More like a Yoongi-Seokjin knows you best but you’ll hit him if he hugs you-no judging from your silence.”

Not because of Seokjin’s antics.

Not because of the man relentlessly elbowing his back.

No.

Truth be told, Min Yoongi had simply been robbed of an incredibly soothing feeling.

Amidst his thoughts, he had unconsciously latched onto it. It had been a benign afterthought, all until it had abruptly been stolen from him. Therefore, all he had wanted was to bring it back. All he had wanted was to lose himself to that slow and enrapturing rhythm of warmth passing along his collar bone.

All before incredibly soft hair had slipped through his fingers.

A beautiful pair of jade eyes curiously peering back at him.

Never throwing insults at him.

Simply studying him.

Simply staring.

So much so that he could hardly fight the awkward chuckle that left his lips as she all but cocked her head to the side. Her gaze blatantly taking in every detail of him. The slight glint in her eyes only inviting him to do the same as he mirrored her position. As he slowly tilted his head, she followed the blue tips of his hair all the way to his feline eyes. Her dark locks now veiling half of her face as they looked back at one another. Slightly frowning, Yoongi cocked his head to the other side and she innocently followed. Her eyes never leaving the curve of Yoongi’s lips as he gave way to the whisper of a smile.

Better.

His smile only deepened as she passed a hand through her hair.

Thus, completely leaving her gaze bare to Yoongi.

His fingers tingling to reach for his camera.

Now.

This should have been the part where Min Yoongi put an end to this ridicule.

After all, they had spectators and he could practically feel Seokjin drilling holes into the side of his face.

Indeed, this should have been the part where he looked away. It sincerely should have. However, ridicule had never killed anyone and Yoongi was ready to put it up to the test if it allowed him to snap a picture of the most peculiar eyes he'd ever seen.

Or so he had thought.

After all, when her vanilla scent had wrapped around him, his mind had gone blank.

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Hello, Hello ^^ 

His mind went blank. However, they were not alone on that subway, now were they? He'd have to snap back to reality and then... you'd ask me questions but patience is key, lol <3 

Until then, without further ado : 

Fun Fact : That YoonJin almost became a fanfic in itself *coughs* Lol 

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