Namjoon wiped his sweaty hands on his sides. The second half time was almost up. He was going to be called to play.
Jin had been playing since the game started. He was their best player. The idea of messing up and embarrassing himself in front of the whole school petrified him.
"Alright Namjoon. It's show time. Are you ready?" The coach asked.
He shook his head no, "Coach I-I think I caught a bug. My leg is tingling and I don't feel so good."
"Bullshit. I call those nerves. Don't start this now. We practiced a lot those two days. You have been in practice every day so you should at least know the rules."
"I-I-"
"Alright. Come on. Your turn." He said patting his back. Truth was he was just as nervous as him. Probably even more.
This was a very important game that determined their status in the playoffs. If it was ruined it would be devastating.
Namjoon slowly walked toward the court. He heard loud screaming and he turned his attention to the crowd.
Both Jimin and Taehyung were obnoxiously screaming his name. They even made posters with his number on it.
He looked down his face turning red. He told them not to make a big deal out of this. Yet, here they were directing all the attention to him.
As soon as he got on his spot the game continued. They continued as if he wasn't even there. Which he didn't mind at all.
There was so much noise and a lot going on that he couldn't concentrate. The only thing he was truly looking at was the clock. Thank goodness it was almost over. At one point he caught eyes with Jin.
Namjoon couldn't help to smile. Jin was breathing heavily. He was positioned across the court. He started screaming at him while pointing.
"What?" Namjoon asked confused. He couldn't make out what was being said. It wasn't until he finally turned around that he saw the ball coming towards his direction.
"Fuck!" He screamed closing his eyes. Out of instinct he managed to catch the ball without it hitting his face.
His heart started beating out of his chest. Slowly, very slowly he opened his eyes. Now the whole room was looking at him.
"Pass the ball!" The coach screamed.
He was frozen. He didn't know what to do. His mind was racing to the max. The team was screaming at him and he couldn't react.
Out of panic he passed the ball to the first person he saw. When he saw the disappointment in Jin's face he realized he passed it to the wrong team.
They scored and earned more points than them. Then to make things worse the clock stopped. He sighed annoyed at himself.
"Jin! Wait!" He screamed as the team started gathering up.
"What?" He asked slightly aggravated.
"I didn't mean to mess up."
"Was it so hard for you to concentrate on the game for once?"
"I-I...sports aren't for me. I tried my hardest."
"Instead of wasting your time smiling at me during the game practice more.
With that being said he walked away. Namjoon's chin quivered. His friends were smiling at him sympathetically from the crowd.
Namjoon being eighteen years old, weighting 148 pound and almost six feet tall never thought he'd want to cry in front of everyone.
Especially because of a guy.
•••
"So?" Yoongi asked raising his eyebrows.
Jimin wrinkled his nose immediately putting the cup down. He stuck his tongue out shaking his head no.
"Fuck. Gross. No. Ew."
"Okay asshole I get it. Your fucking empathy sucks by the way."
"I'm sorry it's just so nasty. Mint and chocolate should never mix."
Yoongi huffed crossing his arms over his chest. It had obviously hurt his feelings Jimin didn't love it because he loved it. With all of his soul.
Jimin was definitely not his soulmate.
If he didn't like mint chocolate they were obviously not meant to be.
"Okay, okay. Maybe I was a little rough. I mean it's not that terrible." He added hoping to make it less painful for him.
"It's amazing. You would clearly not survive in the life of Min Yoongi."
"That's why you're you and I'm me. Maybe that's the reason you and I click so well."
Yoongi blinked rapidly putting his guards down once again. He just always knew what to say.
"You think we click?"
"Yeah. Of course. You're my complete opposite but I kind of fuck with it. You know?"
"Uh huh." He said a bit mesmerized.
Every time he looked at him he just got more gorgeous. He brought up his finger to his plumped lip.
He nibbled on it lightly and then ran his fingers through his hair. Fuck. If he didn't know science or the way nature worked, Yoongi would've sworn the cause of tsunamis was Park Jimin.
"What?" He chuckled once he noted him staring.
"Nothing. Uhh-you-you want that chocolate?" He asked pouting to the cup.
"Oh no. It's all yours. I've put my mouth on it. Do you mind?"
"No. I'm not a germ freak at all." He told reaching over to grab it. The more the merrier.
Jimin put his hand over his, "Do you remember when we were little kids and we use to believe that we kissed people if we drank after them?"
Yoongi nodded slowly and he laughed finally pulling his hand away. "What a crazy thought huh?"
"Yeah. Totally." He gulped. Crazy to think he was basically imagining that. His inner self was fanboying about drinking after him.
"Where to next?" Jimin asked leaning back.
Yoongi finished drinking the hot chocolate and sighed satisfied. Jimin's eyes widen, "What the fuck? You literally swallowed all that in like three seconds!"
"Oh, it's nothing. I've swallowed more."
"Damn. Like what?"
"Well, this one time this dude cam—" Yoongi quickly cleared his throat stopping himself from finishing. No pun intended.
Jimin kept a blank stare and Yoongi didn't know what to do. He hadn't meant to make things weird.
"So you...you've actually...?" Jimin himself didn't even know why he was asking. Actually he did know why he was asking.
He just didn't want to admit it out loud. Admitting that you were curious of your own sexuality would only make it real.
"I mean...yeah."
"Oh."
"Mhm." Yoongi mumbled fidgeting with his fingers.
"Umm...have you ever received...like oral sex from a...guy?" He whispered.
Yoongi's face turned bright red at the question. He hadn't expected to talk about such things with him.
"Yeah. A couple of times."
"Hmm." Jimin responded. He could feel the air surrounding them turn tense. The following question lingering his mind was too much to hold it in.
"How does it feel?"
As soon as the words left his mouth he regretted saying them. Yoongi looked up in his direction.
His face was still flushed red and so was his own. They kept looking at each other with such intensity it had made their whole surroundings disappear.
"I can show you."
Jimin gasped too harshly that it made him cough uncontrollably. He put his arm over his mouth attempting to not catch attention.
Yoongi panicked getting up and patting his back. He didn't know what good it would do, but his mom had always done that.
"Oh fuck. Are you okay?" He asked concerned.
Jimin's eyes were even tearing up from holding the damn cough. He took a deep shaky breath. Now he wasn't only blushing because of the comment. It was also from the embarrassment.
"I-I'm okay." He whispered avoiding eye contact.
Yoongi stepped away and sat in front of him again. "Sorry, I-I meant to say I could like show you some gay porn or something. So that you...never mind. Sorry."
Jimin kept staring at his lap, "Okay. Yeah. Let's...forget it."
"Uh huh. I'm going to pay." He got up and walked to the cash registered. When he was away from him he felt like he could finally breathe.
Holy shit.
So much for hiding your thirst Yoongi. He told himself. Had he made it obvious that he really wanted to pound him against the wall?
He turned to look at him. Jimin was still staring at his lap and his face was still bright red.
"Will that be cash or card?" Vernon asked interrupting his thoughts.
"Huh?"
"Umm...will that be cash or card?" He repeated.
"Cash. I try not to use my card. It leads to debt."
"Uh huh." Vernon replied uninterested. He stretched out his hand to receive the money.
"Oh. Okay. Here you go."
"Cool. Would you like a receipt?"
"Nope. I'm good. Thank you."
"Sure."
Yoongi headed to the table hoping the awkwardness was gone. "Okay. We can go now. If you want." He said.
Jimin nodded getting up from the table. He grabbed his keys. Out of panic Yoongi spoke up. He couldn't let him leave like that.
"Do you want to come over? I mean you're dropping me off either way." He added when they were out the cafe.
The weather was making Yoongi's breathing heavier than he liked. He didn't want to continue making suggestive noises to add to the already odd conversation they had before.
"Sure. Yeah."
"Okay." He said with a little cough.
"Are you okay?" He wondered.
"Mhmm. The asthma. Sometimes my lungs fucking suck."
"Oh. Do you have your inhaler?"
Yoongi pulled it out of his pocket. "Yeah. Always have it with me." He placed it in between his lips and inhaled the substance.
Jimin avoided staring for far too long. Seeing the inhaler in his mouth triggered very inappropriate thoughts he didn't want.
"Alright. I'm good now."
"Good."
Yoongi sighed, "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable with my comment." He whispered shyly.
"No. It's fine. I'm the one that asked. I shouldn't have."
"I mean we can literally watch gay porn if you want."
Jimin chuckled nervously, "No, no. I think I'm good. Yeah. We can go to your house. I have some free time."
Yoongi felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. "You still want to talk to me despite it all?"
Jimin smiled, "Of course."
Yoongi stared at him with love eyes. He loved the way he violently destroyed him inside with that smile of his.
What a beautiful way to be killed.