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86: crush culture / taegikook

CRUSH CULTURE

WORD COUNT 2.7k
OVERVIEW punk rocker boyfriends taehyung and yoongi are hopelessly crushing on their college's resident soft boy jeongguk
PLAYLIST apple cider / beabadoobee, art class / beabadoobee, crush culture / conan gray

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"I HATE HIM. who- who gave him the fuckin' right? lookin' so cute in his fuckin' huge-ass yellow sweater, fuckin' bunny smile baby-lookin' goddamn cutie-fucking-pie - did you see him!?"

"i sure as fuck did."

min yoongi is sprawled out in an armchair, legs thrown over one arm, leather jacket hanging off his shoulder, tattooed hand cupping his face and a lollipop stick between his lips, purple hair messy on his head. my chemical romance plays from the speakers set up behind the mismatched arrangement of chairs that he and his boyfriend kim taehyung are sat on, the blue haired boy continuing his rant.

"his fuckin' laugh, gi, it's like some kinda heavenly blessing. the kid was laughing at everything park jimin said... fuckin' park jimin. wish i was park jimin. makin' that cutie pie smile like that... fuck." taehyung throws his head back, blue hair fanning out into a mess on his head, lying on the sofa with his legs stretched out, all long limbs and skinny jeans, the tattoos on his arms exposed by a loose striped t-shirt.

"thing is though, he's cute but also like, super hot at the same time?" yoongi chimes in, voice drawling and slow. "like... he wore that tight white tank and leather jacket thing the other day? and his biceps? i mean, fuck me, he could probably pick me up with one hand."

taehyung laughs, reaching for the can of coke placed on the floor, chugging it.

the subject of the couple's conversation is none other than jeon jeongguk, a seriously cute boy at their sixth form college, who just so happened to be in the same course as yoongi - an art course. jeongguk is shy, giggly, hilariously funny once he gets talking, and also jaw-droppingly, world-shakingly attractive. and the two, despite both of them being in a relationship, are absolutely smitten.

yoongi gets up from the armchair and walks to the shoddy sound system they'd stolen from the music store down the road, changing the music on his laptop to something a little less 2004. an older day6 album starts up, and yoongi flops onto the couch - well, more specifically onto taehyung's lap. the younger boy lets out an 'oomph' noise, pulling his older - yet significantly shorter - boyfriend down so that they're laying together, sock-clad feet intertwined.

taehyung and yoongi have been dating for two years now, and since starting college, they've moved into yoongi's sisters old apartment - once empty, now it's occupied by charity shop furniture, yoongi and taehyung's cd collections, polaroids of them and their friends glued to the walls, a bed which is never tidy, and a strange abundance of plants and fairylights because taehyung and yoongi are suckers for that kind of look. they're both semi-punks, with semi-illegal tattoos ( they're sixteen and seventeen, not old enough yet ) thanks to taehyung's brother's girlfriend, and they tend to intimidate the other people at college, and they're also called freaks quite a lot. they're used to it.

"i bet he isn't even gay, knowing our fuckin' luck," taehyung clicks his tongue, yoongi's head on his chest and his ringed fingers combing the older boy's hair. yoongi shrugs, humming along to the music. "i mean, like, he probably would think it's weird, wouldn't he?"

"he definitely would, tae," yoongi says, but there's a soft tone to his voice. "but, like, only at first. and he's bi - he has a little flag pin on his backpack, next to the NASA patch and the 'support trans kids' pin."