nothing to prove

Well that was strange and so was the fact that Kyung still couldn’t understand Yoongi’s sexuality. He wasn’t really gay, right?

"Don’t lie to me," the older male whined, cheeks hot with embarrassment as his eyes found their way to his own lap. It was hard to make eye contact with Yoongi while talking about such an uncomfortable subject—his own appearance. He didn’t spend too much time worrying about aesthetics and because of his lack of effort, he assumed his dating woes were directly connected to his lazy style or his skin imperfections. Regardless of the negatives, Kyung could still feel Yoongi’s eyes burning into him. "You’re way better looking than me, Min Yoongi. All of the girls notice you," he muttered, hardly audible over the bass that rippled through the both of them.

As soon as the younger’s eyes broke their gaze, the next drink came faster than Kyung had anticipated. He kept his mind off of the faux compliments and pushed his empty glass aside, letting himself indulge, childishly pushing the straw around in his mouth with his tongue between sips, riding the buzz that had his whole body loose. The alcohol was pushing him to a comfortable state—a state that might actually make flirtation possible with the pink-shirt girl from the cooking club. Either that or at least enough for him to lose the puppy dog eyes that kept falling on Yoongi, his subconscious taking in the other’s features while his brain turned into a jumbled mess in his skull.

“Girls notice me, guys notice me. I could probably leave with several of the people here,” He shrugged, lazy eyes glancing around the room. He gestured to an incredibly attractive guy that had been making eyes at him since he had walked in. “He’s been looking at me since I walked in. Yet I’d rather be here with Hyung because he is much more attractive,” he shrugged, taking another drink of his alcohol.

Yoongi noticed the manager of the bar walking slowly in their direction, eyes trained on Yoongi. The younger male frowned in his direction, pretty much knowing what was about to happen. Without fail whenever Yoongi was at that bar, he ended up being asked to perform a song or two since he was apparently popular. While normally he didn’t care, he really just wanted to spend the time drinking with Kyung.

"Let ‘hyung’ pay," Kyung said nonchalantly, turning from the bartender and his friend to look over the patrons of the small space, eyes falling upon familiar faces who nodded in his direction—a different world than what the artist was used to on campus. People knew him and Yoongi and although it was normal for people to talk to the two of them on weekends, Kyung still felt sheepish when it came to speaking, so he just acted uninterested or busy, focusing more on Yoongi’s voice.

"See anyone attractive?"

Yoongi’s eyes slid over to the girls that Kyung was talking about. He had seen the one in pink before and there really wasn’t anything special about her. She just seemed ordinary to Yoongi, though he had found recently that he had become much pickier in who actually caught his attention. It wasn’t all that shocking, considering his heart was so thoroughly set on his friend that was currently breaking it.

He turned to look at Kyung just after being nudged, his face now only showing a sure smirk. “The most attractive one here is Hyung.” His voice wasn’t the one he usually used to speak with his friends, it was the one he reserved for when he was trying to win someone’s heart (and get them into bed with him.) The deep, flirtatious tone seemed to have the desired effect on Kyung and Yoongi turned just as the bartender came back over.

The wait hadn’t been long and Kyung hadn’t noticed that he had sipped down the entire contents of his drink, treating the liquid as more of a juice than a cocktail. He was reduced to swirling his straw around in a crowding of ice when Yoongi finally walked through the doors, the younger man waving and lighting up as soon as their eyes met. Kyung threw up a hand just as quickly and gave one of his usual gummy smiles, cheeks already pink from the small bit of alcohol he had consumed, sensitive as ever.

"Hey man~ What’s up?" Kyung started in English, switching quickly to Korean to avoid a headache—English wasn’t Kyung’s strong point by any means. "I guess I really needed to get out, too. I haven’t really done anything in a long time, so maybe it’s good that both of us go out together and try to do that mingling thing," he shrugged, taking his eyes from Yoongi briefly to eye down the girl behind the bar, shyly waving at her to get their orders, as he was ready for another fruity-whatever. Slow and steady had been his plan, but the other male was oddly energizing and Kyung’s homebody shell was starting to crack slowly.

Because to him, there was no one like him. To him, Kyung shone the brightest.

Yoongi’s eyes flicked away from Kyung for a moment to look at the girl who, in his opinion, was rudely interrupting his stare-at-Kyung time. He smiled briefly at the drink that Kyung ordered, deciding not to say anything since the other really didn’t have much experience drinking out at a bar. “Scotch on ice, please,” He requested before simply looking back at Kyung.

He hadn’t missed that the girl was staring at him. Chemical X was well known by the people who frequented this bar as they performed almost every weekend. Everyone was known for their talent, but Yoongi was constantly complimented for his looks and charisma on stage. Most people honestly just found Jihoon and Kyung goofy looking (everyone was in love with Eunjung, but honestly who wouldn’t be?) even if their voices when they performed were amazing. They had their own large share of fans, but most of the fans loved them for their dorky antics instead of their charsima on stage. Yoongi’s charsima, however, even followed him off stage and it seemed to attract many people. He knew that if he wanted to, he could probably ditch Kyung and take the bartender home with him, yet that wasn’t what he wanted.

Sex was good but Kyung was better.

“You should let me pay you know, I was the one who suggested this,” Yoongi smiled, taking his glass without a second look at the woman who seemed to be trying so hard to get his attention. He swirled the glass a bit before taking a drink. He slightly winced as the liquid rolled down his throat, but it was a good feeling to him. Yoongi was borderline alcoholic, though some said he was already there. He could hold his liquor so much better than most people his age and he generally even pushed it a bit.

(text to: min yoongi) 

[ text to ;; hyung ] I didn't think you could look any better but

Yoongi smiled sadly down at his friend before leaning over and pressing his lips softly against Kyung's cheek. He then pulled Kyung close and buried his face in his friend's hair. He started to hum a soft lullaby to Kyung, though he knew that the other couldn't hear him. It was the thought that counted, right? People always asked him why he did the things he did for Kyung. The answer was fairly simple, really.

When you love someone as much as Yoongi loved Kyung, you go out of your way to make them happy.