Color Psychology
Title: Color Psychology
Pairing: Yoongi/Jeongguk
Rating: PG
Genre: Vague fluff.
Word Count: 2'442.
Warnings: (none)
Disclaimer: While the content of this story is inspired by real events and people, any references made are entirely thought up by the author and in no way reflect actual actions and opinions. Any similarities are coincidence.
Summary: Hoseok tries to improve Yoongi's non-existent love life by setting him up on a blind date with his co-worker. Yoongi's flashy dye-job wasn't part of the equation, though.
Note: Written for the prompt: "We're both meant to be going on blind dates with other people but we sat down at the wrong table and got our hopes up." Prompt credit to iobeyfandoms on tumblr. Cross-posted on AO3 and tumblr.
(I've been out of practice for so long that everything's still a little awkward, sorry for that. ;__;)
Color Psychology
When Yoongi had agreed to let Hoseok set him up on a blind date, he definitely hadn’t expected something like this. He looked up from his Americano (and up, up, up) and had to work to keep his expression neutral because damn, Hoseok had friends like that hidden from him?
The guy who had stopped next to his table looked young and nervous, but it suited him. His dark, round eyes appeared impossibly big from where he was peering at Yoongi underneath his red beanie. “Hello, um, I’m looking for my date. Are you, um… are you waiting for--?”
“Yeah,” Yoongi interrupted the shy speech, throwing in a smile for good measure because this was already so much better than he’d expected. “Have a seat.”
His date smiled, clearly relieved (Yoongi took that as a good sign), which made him look adorable and even younger. If Hoseok hadn’t assured him his date was only a little younger than his own thirty-one, he’d have been worried this guy was still in high school or something. Yoongi watched him sit down, pull of his jacket and beanie, and quickly card a hand through his hair.
There was a moment of silence during which they just stared at each other, then Hoseok’s friend offered a bashful, lopsided smile. “I like your hair.”
Feeling oddly pleased, Yoongi smoothed a hand over his recently dyed hair-a very memorable mint green that had almost made Hoseok screech when he had seen it earlier (“Is that the kind of first impression you want to leave, hyung?!”), but Yoongi liked how it made his pasty skin look more like a normal pale instead of sickly. “Thanks. I like your earrings,” he offered back, a little awkward like he always felt when he tried to give a compliment.
“Thank you.” His date smiled again, a quick, radiant glimpse of adorable teeth, before he reached up to tug at one of his silver hoop earrings. The hand stayed up, solid palms and long fingers, stroking at the short hairs near his neck in what looked like an unconscious habit. “I’ve had them for a while now.”
“I’m thinking about getting my ears pierced, too,” Yoongi told him, pulling at his own earlobe thoughtfully. “Maybe two holes each, or even three.”
The other’s eyes flitted to his ear, charmingly earnest, and Yoongi could almost see him imagine the row of piercings. He found that he really wanted this stranger to like the idea of his pierced ears, to even find it sexy, maybe. There was a flicker of a pink tongue before Hoseok’s friend blinked and turned his gaze back to Yoongi. “Sure, why not?” He didn’t say anything else, so maybe he was just being polite-or maybe he wasn’t, who knew?
“Yeah, why not?” Yoongi echoed with a faint smile. “I’ll think about it.”
Maybe it was shallow, but so far Yoongi was relieved by how this whole situation was turning out. Hoseok had basically had to bully him into trying this and the description he’d given of his friend hadn’t done much to bolster Yoongi’s enthusiasm. He’d only given in because getting himself a semi-decent date had been impossible for a year or so already and he was tired of it. But either Hoseok had abysmal description skills or he’d been shitting him, because this guy was lot more handsome than Hoseok had made him out to be and Yoongi whole-heartedly approved of his fashion choices. He was wearing a simple street style, plain and functional, but apparently he was graced with the good body shape to pull it off in a way that made it look like designer clothing. He was quiet and reserved, yes, but charming in his earnestness and adorable when nervous. Even so, his gaze was direct and open across the table and Yoongi found himself appreciating the heavy weight of it.
Just as he was starting to relax into his good fortune, Yoongi realized he’d forgotten his date’s name. Hoseok would never let him live that one down if it ever got around to him, but there was nothing for it but to ask, so Yoongi cleared his throat, focusing on twisting his coffee cup rather than the warmth he could feel rising to his cheeks. “Uh, sorry about this, but I, uh, I forgot your name.” He cringed internally at how rude and disinterested that came across, but there really was no polite way of saying it.
To his surprise and relief, his date laughed, crinkling his nose cutely, and offered a sheepish grin. “Yeah, um, I actually totally forgot to ask yours before, so same, I guess. I’m Jeongguk.”
“Yoongi,” Yoongi answered, grinning back. “Guess you’re not doing this too often then, either?”
“No, not so much,” Jeongguk said with an airy, amused sound. The hand that had been rubbing at the ends of his hair fell back into his lap. “I’m-well, not so good with new people.” He gave a half-shrug.
“I’m not good with people, period,” Yoongi replied wryly. “What can you do?”
At that point, they were interrupted by a waitress who came by to take Jeongguk’s order. Yoongi saw her glance at his dyed hair again, just like she had done when she’d taken his order earlier, obviously wondering why someone would want to walk around like that. Jeongguk seemed to notice as well, because when she was gone, he nodded to Yoongi’s hair. “Does your workplace allow that?”
Yoongi shrugged. “They don’t care.”
“What do you do?”
“I’m a radio DJ and music director for a local station. I can just walk around however I want,” he said, maybe a little smug because the relaxed dress code was one of his favorite things about his work. Namjoon, the station manager-slash-program director was the one responsible for outside liaisons and therefore had to hold back on crazy hair colors and the like, but Yoongi was free to go wild.
“Nice,” Jeongguk said, drawing out the word appreciatively. “Sounds like a fun job.”
“It’s not too bad,” Yoongi answered. He didn’t really want to talk about his job, though. He wanted to know how it was that he’d never met Jeongguk before when he was friends with Hoseok as well, because he’d been very sure he’d met all of Hoseok’s attractive male friends, let alone an attractive gay friend. Jeongguk didn’t look like he fit into Hoseok’s crowd of boring office work colleagues at all. “So, how do you know Hoseok?”
“Hoseok?” Jeongguk blinked, looking taken aback.
“Yeah, Hoseok, Hobi, J-Hope-whatever else he goes by.”
His face a little confused, probably by the rather sudden change in topic, Jeongguk explained about their shared dance class. “I didn’t know anyone because I’d just moved here and everyone else had friends there already. Well, I told you I don’t get to know people easily, so I just was by myself for a week or so and then one day Hoseok-hyung came over and just started talking to me. Helped me with my dance and stuff, and introduced me to Jimin-hyung. That’s how we met.”
“Sounds like Hoseok alright,” Yoongi snorted. So Jeongguk wasn’t Hoseok’s co-worker after all? It was starting to be a little embarrassing how little attention he had paid when Hoseok had rambled off information about the date he was setting up for him. He’d make up for it later, buy a gift or something.
“How do you know Hoseok-hyung, though?” Jeongguk asked, still sounding a little surprised.
“We met in college, in a composition class. He was really good for someone who wasn’t a music major, so we just ended up doing a little writing together for fun and became friends. Couldn’t get rid of him afterwards,” he added with a fond grin.
“You’re a music major, too?” Jeongguk asked with a pleased smile.
Well, Yoongi really hadn’t expected that particular commonality. “Wait, you, too?”
They ended up exchanging stories about awful assignments and botched exams that had them grimacing and laughing, then somehow slipped into talking about their respective hometowns and families, about travelling home for holidays and worried mothers.
Somewhere in between, Jeongguk’s coffee got delivered by the disapproving waitress, but they mostly ignored her with how engrossed they were in exchanging stories. The more they talked, the more Jeongguk relaxed, bending forward over the table, watching Yoongi with his intense, dark eyes and smiling his adorable smile. Every laugh seemed to hum in the air between them, slowly sending Yoongi’s heart pounding and his skin prickling. He wanted to reach out and see how Jeongguk’s hand would feel under his, whether his skin would be warm or cool, rough or soft, how his fingers would curl around his own.
Jeongguk was just telling him a story a particularly memorable train ride home for Chuseok when someone stopped next to their table. Jeongguk trailed off and they both lifted their heads, but Yoongi didn’t recognize the man, even though he was looking straight at him. A quick glance at Jeongguk yielded a confused shrug, so Yoongi just turned back with raised eyebrows. “Yes?”
The man looked a little pinched, but also pink-cheeked in what seemed like embarrassment. “Excuse me, but are you Min Yoongi-ssi?”
“Yes,” Yoongi answered, now even more confused.
“I’m Lee Yoonseob. Hoseok’s co-worker,” the man added when Yoongi only stared.
Hoseok’s co-worker? As in the one he was supposed to meet for a date? Yoongi furrowed his brows. “Wait, if you’re Hoseok’s co-worker…” He turned his eyes back to Jeongguk, who looked like he had no idea what was going on. “Then who are you?”
Before Jeongguk could utter a word, another man came up, this one in an obnoxiously green sweater, glancing between the phone in his hand and Jeongguk. “Sorry to interrupt, but are you Jeon Jeongguk?”
“What the--,” Yoongi breathed, exchanging a bewildered look with Jeongguk.
“I’m Seokjin’s cousin’s friend,” Green Sweater Guy explained. “I was waiting for you over there. Didn’t you see me?” He gestured to his colorful clothing.
“I…,” Jeongguk started, his eyes big and round as he looked back to Yoongi. “You’re not the friend of Seokjin-hyung’s cousin?”
Yoongi blinked. “No? And I take it you’re not the friend Hoseok set me up with either.”
Jeongguk mutely shook his head.
The entire thing was starting to feel like a hidden camera prank, but neither of the two men staring down at them from beside their table looked like they had the least bit of humor, so chances were they really were in an embarrassing mix-up. Yoongi could feel inappropriate laughter at the stupid situation rising in his chest, but held it back for Jeongguk’s sake because he looked absolutely mortified.
“How did you even think he was me?” Green Sweater Guy complained to Jeongguk, looking annoyed. “I said to look for green, didn’t I? He’s wearing black!”
“I just thought… the hair…,” Jeongguk mumbled weakly, gesturing at Yoongi’s mint green mop of hair.
At that, Yoongi just couldn’t help it anymore and burst out laughing. Hoseok could stuff it-his hair had made the right first impression just fine apparently. Through his guffaws, he saw the offended looks on their actual dates’ faces and the miserable expression on Jeongguk’s, so when he’d gotten himself back under control, Yoongi leaned forward and reached under the table for Jeongguk’s hand.
It was an awkward angle and he got more than a handful of (very nicely toned) thigh in the process, but then Jeongguk’s warm fingers bent around his and he met Yoongi’s eyes questioningly. Yoongi gave him a small, reassuring smile and squeezed his hand-and it seemed Jeongguk got the message because he relaxed visibly and squeezed back.
Yoongi swung his head up and gave Yoonseob and Green Sweater Guy an impassive stare. “Sorry for the misunderstanding and for keeping you waiting, but I think you can go home now.”
“What?” Green Sweater Guy spluttered incredulously while Yoonseob just watched in resignation. “Are you serious?”
Yoongi stole another glance at Jeongguk, who wasn’t even looking at their dates anymore but was just sitting there, smiling brilliantly at Yoongi and rubbing small circles into the skin of his hand. “Yeah, I’m serious. Thanks for your time, but we already found what we’re here for.”
--
(BONUS:)
It took Hoseok twenty minutes to call. Yoongi answered without ever letting go of Jeongguk’s hand and kept the phone at a safe distance from his ear because the screaming was very much expected. Jeongguk watched on in mild curiosity as Hoseok screeched about how poorly Yoongi had treated his colleague.
“Hoseok,” Yoongi broke in when Hoseok stopped to take a breath. “Thank you for setting me up.”
That stunned him into silence for three whole seconds. “…what?”
“Thanks for arranging this,” Yoongi repeated calmly. “It might not have worked out the way it was supposed to, but there was a mix-up and well, remember Jeongguk from your dance class?” Jeongguk grinned at Yoongi and nudged his leg with a knee under the table.
“What?” Hoseok sounded confused now. “Jeongguk? Jeon Jeonggukie? What does he have to do with anything?”
“Why didn’t you introduce us earlier?” Yoongi asked, just to annoy Hoseok a little. He was more interested in the way his fingers fit into the spaces between Jeongguk’s than the conversation.
“Earlier?” Hoseok echoed, then: “You met with JEONGGUK INSTEAD OF YOONSEOB? Hyung! What the hell!”
“Yah, don’t curse at me”, Yoongi groused at him. “It was a misunderstanding, okay? Your co-worker was boring anyways. What were you thinking trying to set me up with him when you could’ve set me up with Jeongguk in the first place?”
“I didn’t think you’d be his type!” Hoseok protested. “Jeongguk’s energetic and cute, you’re lazy and lame! Someone boring would fit you nicely!”
For a second, Yoongi was honestly offended, but then Jeongguk squeezed his hand and he remembered that Hoseok really didn’t have the right of it. So he just scoffed smugly and said: “Apparently I’m a lot cooler than you give me credit for, Jung Hoseok. I’ve got to go now, talk to you later.”
He ended the call, stuffed his phone back into his pocket and turned back to Jeongguk, prepared to make this into not only a memorable, but also a great date because damn, he really wanted Jeongguk to stay around. When he met Jeongguk’s intense gaze, however, a thought that had been nagging at him since earlier popped back to the front of his mind. Jeongguk had said “Jimin-hyung” and Jimin was even younger than Hoseok…
“Wait. So how old are you actually?”
--
THE END
(For your information: Jeongguk is twenty-four and in his last year of uni. Yoongi decides that seven years aren’t that much of an age gap and they’re both adults anyway. Jeongguk laughs in his face when Yoongi tells him he’s thirty-one.)
Pairing: Yoongi/Jeongguk
Rating: PG
Genre: Vague fluff.
Word Count: 2'442.
Warnings: (none)
Disclaimer: While the content of this story is inspired by real events and people, any references made are entirely thought up by the author and in no way reflect actual actions and opinions. Any similarities are coincidence.
Summary: Hoseok tries to improve Yoongi's non-existent love life by setting him up on a blind date with his co-worker. Yoongi's flashy dye-job wasn't part of the equation, though.
Note: Written for the prompt: "We're both meant to be going on blind dates with other people but we sat down at the wrong table and got our hopes up." Prompt credit to iobeyfandoms on tumblr. Cross-posted on AO3 and tumblr.
(I've been out of practice for so long that everything's still a little awkward, sorry for that. ;__;)
Color Psychology
When Yoongi had agreed to let Hoseok set him up on a blind date, he definitely hadn’t expected something like this. He looked up from his Americano (and up, up, up) and had to work to keep his expression neutral because damn, Hoseok had friends like that hidden from him?
The guy who had stopped next to his table looked young and nervous, but it suited him. His dark, round eyes appeared impossibly big from where he was peering at Yoongi underneath his red beanie. “Hello, um, I’m looking for my date. Are you, um… are you waiting for--?”
“Yeah,” Yoongi interrupted the shy speech, throwing in a smile for good measure because this was already so much better than he’d expected. “Have a seat.”
His date smiled, clearly relieved (Yoongi took that as a good sign), which made him look adorable and even younger. If Hoseok hadn’t assured him his date was only a little younger than his own thirty-one, he’d have been worried this guy was still in high school or something. Yoongi watched him sit down, pull of his jacket and beanie, and quickly card a hand through his hair.
There was a moment of silence during which they just stared at each other, then Hoseok’s friend offered a bashful, lopsided smile. “I like your hair.”
Feeling oddly pleased, Yoongi smoothed a hand over his recently dyed hair-a very memorable mint green that had almost made Hoseok screech when he had seen it earlier (“Is that the kind of first impression you want to leave, hyung?!”), but Yoongi liked how it made his pasty skin look more like a normal pale instead of sickly. “Thanks. I like your earrings,” he offered back, a little awkward like he always felt when he tried to give a compliment.
“Thank you.” His date smiled again, a quick, radiant glimpse of adorable teeth, before he reached up to tug at one of his silver hoop earrings. The hand stayed up, solid palms and long fingers, stroking at the short hairs near his neck in what looked like an unconscious habit. “I’ve had them for a while now.”
“I’m thinking about getting my ears pierced, too,” Yoongi told him, pulling at his own earlobe thoughtfully. “Maybe two holes each, or even three.”
The other’s eyes flitted to his ear, charmingly earnest, and Yoongi could almost see him imagine the row of piercings. He found that he really wanted this stranger to like the idea of his pierced ears, to even find it sexy, maybe. There was a flicker of a pink tongue before Hoseok’s friend blinked and turned his gaze back to Yoongi. “Sure, why not?” He didn’t say anything else, so maybe he was just being polite-or maybe he wasn’t, who knew?
“Yeah, why not?” Yoongi echoed with a faint smile. “I’ll think about it.”
Maybe it was shallow, but so far Yoongi was relieved by how this whole situation was turning out. Hoseok had basically had to bully him into trying this and the description he’d given of his friend hadn’t done much to bolster Yoongi’s enthusiasm. He’d only given in because getting himself a semi-decent date had been impossible for a year or so already and he was tired of it. But either Hoseok had abysmal description skills or he’d been shitting him, because this guy was lot more handsome than Hoseok had made him out to be and Yoongi whole-heartedly approved of his fashion choices. He was wearing a simple street style, plain and functional, but apparently he was graced with the good body shape to pull it off in a way that made it look like designer clothing. He was quiet and reserved, yes, but charming in his earnestness and adorable when nervous. Even so, his gaze was direct and open across the table and Yoongi found himself appreciating the heavy weight of it.
Just as he was starting to relax into his good fortune, Yoongi realized he’d forgotten his date’s name. Hoseok would never let him live that one down if it ever got around to him, but there was nothing for it but to ask, so Yoongi cleared his throat, focusing on twisting his coffee cup rather than the warmth he could feel rising to his cheeks. “Uh, sorry about this, but I, uh, I forgot your name.” He cringed internally at how rude and disinterested that came across, but there really was no polite way of saying it.
To his surprise and relief, his date laughed, crinkling his nose cutely, and offered a sheepish grin. “Yeah, um, I actually totally forgot to ask yours before, so same, I guess. I’m Jeongguk.”
“Yoongi,” Yoongi answered, grinning back. “Guess you’re not doing this too often then, either?”
“No, not so much,” Jeongguk said with an airy, amused sound. The hand that had been rubbing at the ends of his hair fell back into his lap. “I’m-well, not so good with new people.” He gave a half-shrug.
“I’m not good with people, period,” Yoongi replied wryly. “What can you do?”
At that point, they were interrupted by a waitress who came by to take Jeongguk’s order. Yoongi saw her glance at his dyed hair again, just like she had done when she’d taken his order earlier, obviously wondering why someone would want to walk around like that. Jeongguk seemed to notice as well, because when she was gone, he nodded to Yoongi’s hair. “Does your workplace allow that?”
Yoongi shrugged. “They don’t care.”
“What do you do?”
“I’m a radio DJ and music director for a local station. I can just walk around however I want,” he said, maybe a little smug because the relaxed dress code was one of his favorite things about his work. Namjoon, the station manager-slash-program director was the one responsible for outside liaisons and therefore had to hold back on crazy hair colors and the like, but Yoongi was free to go wild.
“Nice,” Jeongguk said, drawing out the word appreciatively. “Sounds like a fun job.”
“It’s not too bad,” Yoongi answered. He didn’t really want to talk about his job, though. He wanted to know how it was that he’d never met Jeongguk before when he was friends with Hoseok as well, because he’d been very sure he’d met all of Hoseok’s attractive male friends, let alone an attractive gay friend. Jeongguk didn’t look like he fit into Hoseok’s crowd of boring office work colleagues at all. “So, how do you know Hoseok?”
“Hoseok?” Jeongguk blinked, looking taken aback.
“Yeah, Hoseok, Hobi, J-Hope-whatever else he goes by.”
His face a little confused, probably by the rather sudden change in topic, Jeongguk explained about their shared dance class. “I didn’t know anyone because I’d just moved here and everyone else had friends there already. Well, I told you I don’t get to know people easily, so I just was by myself for a week or so and then one day Hoseok-hyung came over and just started talking to me. Helped me with my dance and stuff, and introduced me to Jimin-hyung. That’s how we met.”
“Sounds like Hoseok alright,” Yoongi snorted. So Jeongguk wasn’t Hoseok’s co-worker after all? It was starting to be a little embarrassing how little attention he had paid when Hoseok had rambled off information about the date he was setting up for him. He’d make up for it later, buy a gift or something.
“How do you know Hoseok-hyung, though?” Jeongguk asked, still sounding a little surprised.
“We met in college, in a composition class. He was really good for someone who wasn’t a music major, so we just ended up doing a little writing together for fun and became friends. Couldn’t get rid of him afterwards,” he added with a fond grin.
“You’re a music major, too?” Jeongguk asked with a pleased smile.
Well, Yoongi really hadn’t expected that particular commonality. “Wait, you, too?”
They ended up exchanging stories about awful assignments and botched exams that had them grimacing and laughing, then somehow slipped into talking about their respective hometowns and families, about travelling home for holidays and worried mothers.
Somewhere in between, Jeongguk’s coffee got delivered by the disapproving waitress, but they mostly ignored her with how engrossed they were in exchanging stories. The more they talked, the more Jeongguk relaxed, bending forward over the table, watching Yoongi with his intense, dark eyes and smiling his adorable smile. Every laugh seemed to hum in the air between them, slowly sending Yoongi’s heart pounding and his skin prickling. He wanted to reach out and see how Jeongguk’s hand would feel under his, whether his skin would be warm or cool, rough or soft, how his fingers would curl around his own.
Jeongguk was just telling him a story a particularly memorable train ride home for Chuseok when someone stopped next to their table. Jeongguk trailed off and they both lifted their heads, but Yoongi didn’t recognize the man, even though he was looking straight at him. A quick glance at Jeongguk yielded a confused shrug, so Yoongi just turned back with raised eyebrows. “Yes?”
The man looked a little pinched, but also pink-cheeked in what seemed like embarrassment. “Excuse me, but are you Min Yoongi-ssi?”
“Yes,” Yoongi answered, now even more confused.
“I’m Lee Yoonseob. Hoseok’s co-worker,” the man added when Yoongi only stared.
Hoseok’s co-worker? As in the one he was supposed to meet for a date? Yoongi furrowed his brows. “Wait, if you’re Hoseok’s co-worker…” He turned his eyes back to Jeongguk, who looked like he had no idea what was going on. “Then who are you?”
Before Jeongguk could utter a word, another man came up, this one in an obnoxiously green sweater, glancing between the phone in his hand and Jeongguk. “Sorry to interrupt, but are you Jeon Jeongguk?”
“What the--,” Yoongi breathed, exchanging a bewildered look with Jeongguk.
“I’m Seokjin’s cousin’s friend,” Green Sweater Guy explained. “I was waiting for you over there. Didn’t you see me?” He gestured to his colorful clothing.
“I…,” Jeongguk started, his eyes big and round as he looked back to Yoongi. “You’re not the friend of Seokjin-hyung’s cousin?”
Yoongi blinked. “No? And I take it you’re not the friend Hoseok set me up with either.”
Jeongguk mutely shook his head.
The entire thing was starting to feel like a hidden camera prank, but neither of the two men staring down at them from beside their table looked like they had the least bit of humor, so chances were they really were in an embarrassing mix-up. Yoongi could feel inappropriate laughter at the stupid situation rising in his chest, but held it back for Jeongguk’s sake because he looked absolutely mortified.
“How did you even think he was me?” Green Sweater Guy complained to Jeongguk, looking annoyed. “I said to look for green, didn’t I? He’s wearing black!”
“I just thought… the hair…,” Jeongguk mumbled weakly, gesturing at Yoongi’s mint green mop of hair.
At that, Yoongi just couldn’t help it anymore and burst out laughing. Hoseok could stuff it-his hair had made the right first impression just fine apparently. Through his guffaws, he saw the offended looks on their actual dates’ faces and the miserable expression on Jeongguk’s, so when he’d gotten himself back under control, Yoongi leaned forward and reached under the table for Jeongguk’s hand.
It was an awkward angle and he got more than a handful of (very nicely toned) thigh in the process, but then Jeongguk’s warm fingers bent around his and he met Yoongi’s eyes questioningly. Yoongi gave him a small, reassuring smile and squeezed his hand-and it seemed Jeongguk got the message because he relaxed visibly and squeezed back.
Yoongi swung his head up and gave Yoonseob and Green Sweater Guy an impassive stare. “Sorry for the misunderstanding and for keeping you waiting, but I think you can go home now.”
“What?” Green Sweater Guy spluttered incredulously while Yoonseob just watched in resignation. “Are you serious?”
Yoongi stole another glance at Jeongguk, who wasn’t even looking at their dates anymore but was just sitting there, smiling brilliantly at Yoongi and rubbing small circles into the skin of his hand. “Yeah, I’m serious. Thanks for your time, but we already found what we’re here for.”
--
(BONUS:)
It took Hoseok twenty minutes to call. Yoongi answered without ever letting go of Jeongguk’s hand and kept the phone at a safe distance from his ear because the screaming was very much expected. Jeongguk watched on in mild curiosity as Hoseok screeched about how poorly Yoongi had treated his colleague.
“Hoseok,” Yoongi broke in when Hoseok stopped to take a breath. “Thank you for setting me up.”
That stunned him into silence for three whole seconds. “…what?”
“Thanks for arranging this,” Yoongi repeated calmly. “It might not have worked out the way it was supposed to, but there was a mix-up and well, remember Jeongguk from your dance class?” Jeongguk grinned at Yoongi and nudged his leg with a knee under the table.
“What?” Hoseok sounded confused now. “Jeongguk? Jeon Jeonggukie? What does he have to do with anything?”
“Why didn’t you introduce us earlier?” Yoongi asked, just to annoy Hoseok a little. He was more interested in the way his fingers fit into the spaces between Jeongguk’s than the conversation.
“Earlier?” Hoseok echoed, then: “You met with JEONGGUK INSTEAD OF YOONSEOB? Hyung! What the hell!”
“Yah, don’t curse at me”, Yoongi groused at him. “It was a misunderstanding, okay? Your co-worker was boring anyways. What were you thinking trying to set me up with him when you could’ve set me up with Jeongguk in the first place?”
“I didn’t think you’d be his type!” Hoseok protested. “Jeongguk’s energetic and cute, you’re lazy and lame! Someone boring would fit you nicely!”
For a second, Yoongi was honestly offended, but then Jeongguk squeezed his hand and he remembered that Hoseok really didn’t have the right of it. So he just scoffed smugly and said: “Apparently I’m a lot cooler than you give me credit for, Jung Hoseok. I’ve got to go now, talk to you later.”
He ended the call, stuffed his phone back into his pocket and turned back to Jeongguk, prepared to make this into not only a memorable, but also a great date because damn, he really wanted Jeongguk to stay around. When he met Jeongguk’s intense gaze, however, a thought that had been nagging at him since earlier popped back to the front of his mind. Jeongguk had said “Jimin-hyung” and Jimin was even younger than Hoseok…
“Wait. So how old are you actually?”
--
THE END
(For your information: Jeongguk is twenty-four and in his last year of uni. Yoongi decides that seven years aren’t that much of an age gap and they’re both adults anyway. Jeongguk laughs in his face when Yoongi tells him he’s thirty-one.)