#pairing:namgi

I fell in love with you three lifetimes ago and I’ve been looking for you ever since but I’ve been starting to give up and my friend’s new crush has your eyes and oh god I’m not going to steal someone’s date just because I’m hoping you’re the person I met in a past life

it starts out simple enough.

“you’re so tiny,” namjoon explains when his fingers intertwine with yoongi’s during epik high’s concert, “i don’t want to lose you.”

yoongi’s heart hiccups strangely at the tender tone of namjoon’s voice, but he doesn’t question it. he can’t hear the rest of namjoon’s explanation well because of tablo speaking into the microphone ten rows ahead of them, but he catches the words “big crowd” and “you’ll get hurt” and frowns a little.

namjoon’s grip is strong on his for the rest of the night, and it’s the only thing yoongi clearly remembers from it.

-

it’s not so simple the next time it happens.

“hyung,” namjoon calls, waving his big hand from the middle of the growing row at the cash register. yoongi’s had the job to rush towards the drinks section to pick up two bottles of water they’ve forgotten and by the time he comes back, namjoon’s barely recognizable among the rest of the customers, “hyung! i’m here!” 

yoongi spots him - once he does, he feels a little silly for missing his thick framed glasses, lanky frame and dark curled mop of hair on the top of his head at a first glance. he pushes past grumpy old men and women to stand next to namjoon towering over him by almost ten centimeters of height advantage.

“sorry,” he muses, placing the bottles of water in the basket next to namjoon’s feet, “just got a little overwhelmed.”

“it’s alright,” namjoon says, fingers slipping between yoongi’s again, “i’ll go next time.”

“i think you’d never come back, then,” the older laughs, but namjoon’s thumb playing with his knuckles absent-mindedly breaks the laugh in the middle of it.

“i’d always come back to you,” namjoon murmurs quietly, thinking yoongi wouldn’t hear. 

yoongi hears him loud and clear. 

-

the casual hand holding at the studio makes yoongi suspicious.

it’s evident that namjoon isn’t doing it on purpose. he’s not even paying attention to yoongi, too busy clicking around on cubase and listening to donghyuk’s instructions on his right. yoongi’s pretty distracted himself, perfecting his lyrics to their polished best while they wait for hoseok to come back with food, so he barely even notices when namjoon’s palm lands on his thigh.

yoongi inwardly curses at how automatic it is for his free hand, the one not occupied by a pen, to land next to namjoon’s on his thigh and open in an invitation for namjoon to interlock their fingers. it’s not a proper hold, just namjoon resting his hand on yoongi’s, but it somehow feels more intimate than every other they’ve shared before.

namjoon taps the beat in his head on yoongi’s knuckles, nodding along to donghyuk’s advice. if their producer has noticed anything, he doesn’t say a word about it, and yoongi’s more than grateful. hoseok, on the other hand…

“i’m here! everyone stop what you’re doing and eat this pork while it’s fresh!” the studio door slams open, revealing the devil’s cold flushed cheeks and maniacal grin with steaming bags in each hand. donghyuk’s the first to get up and yoongi almost drops namjoon’s hand altogether but he hesitates when his bandmate doesn’t move an inch.

“i think this song will come out nicely,” namjoon says, not really looking at yoongi. there’s a fond smile on his face as he eyes the lyrics on the screen, a smile that prompts yoongi’s lips to stretch into one as well, “think the fans will like it?”

“they’ll love it, namjoonie,” yoongi nods.

it’s then that namjoon decides to look at him and yoongi’s heartbeat pauses for a split second, air knocked out of his lungs. there’s an intimate fondness in his eyes that yoongi hasn’t expected in the slightest.

pairing/s: namjoon/yoongi, donghyuk/hoseok, bromance namjoon/hoseok

# of words: 17,534

summary: there were many instances in hoseok’s life when he regretted ever getting out of bed. somehow, absolutely every single one of them included namjoon.

warning/s: fluff, lapslock, the tinsiest bit of smut, this is basically a namseok shade fest