[BTS] Handheld
title: Handheld
author: firenine (LJ), byulbinnie (AO3/tumblr)
rating: G
summary: Seokjin and Yoongi hold hands in Thailand.
word count: 325
disclaimer: I only own the plot. Big Hit, you've got more problems on your hands than lil' ol' me, so please don't sue me.
notes: This was written simultaneously with resonae because we are night owl dorks.
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He tells himself that it’s the rush of having no time at all to finish their photo shoot challenge coupled with the massive press of foreigners and locals at the market that makes him grab Yoongi’s hand. It’s not because he’s on high alert after a sweaty foreigner pushes up against him a little too closely for his liking.
They’ve just finished at the fruit stall and are trying to figure out where to go next, but the flow of human traffic makes him feel like he’ll get swept away in the current of human bodies. So Seokjin does it without too much thought because it’s a natural reaction to not want to get lost in an unfamiliar place. But there’s another part of him, after he slots his fingers between the younger male’s, that has entertained the thought of them joined by the same hands that compose music and cook food respectively, but he can’t explain why or how.
Two steps separate them from one another with the rapper at the front trying to lead the way through the maze of stalls and people coming and going and he doesn’t even turn around to question their joined hands. Yoongi simply keeps forging ahead, slim fingers threaded firmly with Seokjin’s.
“Let’s stop here,” he finally says in front of the barbeque squid vendor.
Seokjin nods. He could let go because neither of them is at risk of losing sight of the other, but he doesn’t and Yoongi doesn’t loosen his hold either.
It’s only when the lighting comes up, blinding them for a moment, and the camera shutter goes off, that they let go to resume a concept that they’ll never get to live out in real life.
“At least we got to experience it with each other,” Seokjin says when they’re all packed into the van on the way to the airport.
Yoongi smiles and reaches over, placing his hand on top of Seokjin’s.