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@ΣΥΤ ³ namjoon。 Sure, Namjoon and him were best friends, but as soon as the word friends 'friends' left his lips, it felt wrong. There was much more to them than just 'friends.' If he were to be honest, Namjoon was his first almost everything. First friend, first best friend, first crush, first love, first kiss. If Yoongi looked back on it, he might even say Namjoon was his first real boyfriend, even if they never put that label on themselves. Their bond was strongly platonic, but Yoongi would be lying if he said there wasn't romance there as well. He was just...afraid, really. Didn't know what he could say, what he couldn't. In his mind, it was still all his fault. Namjoon getting yelled at by his parents, getting hit, all his fault. Objectively, he knew it wasn't, but subjectively? He felt an immense amount of guilt for what had happened. So no, he'd rather stick with the 'friend' label until he truly figured out what was going on. Then came the issue of his polyamory--yes, he loved Joon, more than he could even fathom, but he also knew he wouldn't be able to stay in a monogamous relationship.

Well, that was a bridge to cross another day. For now, though, he simply shot Namjoon a smile, tears starting to dry on his cheeks. Sure, he knew there'd be some serious consequences for hanging out at night with a Sigma--that was another issue he'd have to deal with at some point, Namjoon being a Sigma--but after finding his best friend of a decade after losing him, he couldn't care less. "Yeah, let's go. Got a lot to catch up on."

@ΝΓΤ ¹ yoongi。 Namjoon wouldn't be able to describe the tension in his shoulders when Yoongi pulled back to stare at him. For a split second, he was terrified of the boy letting go, walking away, and deciding he never wanted to see Namjoon ever again. Then he went back in for the hug and Namjoon could breathe again. The oxygen rushed back into his lungs and he was alive again.

He decided to ignore the last part about being "friends". Never has Namjoon wanted to be just friends with Yoongi. He always craved something more. He just didn't know how to say it without compromising their close relationship. And, there was also the issue of his dad possibly breaking all of his bones if he ever caught wind of anything more than a just friends relationship. He swallowed all of the conflicting emotions being resurfaced and tried to focus. Yoongi was in front of him and he didn't need his drunken state ruining any of it. Water. He needed to find some water and something to eat, too.

But, first...

"Yoon, it's so loud here. Wanna come back to my dorm?"

@ΣΥΤ ³ namjoon。 Yoongi could practically see the lightbulb flicking on in Namjoon's mind, when his brain fully realized who was in front of him. The thought was mostly relieving, but partly terrifying. He knew it was a fairly irrational thought, but what if Namjoon hated him for what happened? It wasn't like it was their fault--no, he stopped blaming their actions for their treatment ages ago--but he couldn't help but think that if they weren't friends, if Yoongi had never kissed him so long ago, nothing would have escalated. Everything would have still been fine, the yelling wouldn't have happened, his precious Joonie wouldn't have gotten /hurt./ He'd hate himself, if he was in Namjoon's shoes. Well, not to say he didn't already, but he'd hate himself for vastly different reasons.

Yoongi didn't know what to do, didn't know what to say. He just stared at Namjoon, eyes wide, eyebrows a little furrowed, as though he couldn't believe it. Which, really, he couldn't. His sweet baby, his soft boy, the one he really thought he'd be best friends with forever, the one who'd been quite literally ripped from his grasp, right in front of him after half a decade. How was his brain to process this? Yoongi could still remember that night, no matter how much he wanted to forget it. The night haunted him for years, still is the occasional subject of his panic attacks.

Yoongi didn't know what to do, at first, when he was suddenly enveloped in warmth, eyes level with Namjoon's chest, but his brain kicked in quick enough, his arms wrapping around Namjoon with an almost desperation. The tears pricking at the back of his eyes finally rolled down his cheeks. Yoongi pulled back for a moment, just to look at Namjoon's face, his soft gaze, his full lips, his cute little boopable nose. Years later, and Namjoon still looked the same, still made him feel the same. He rushed back into the hug, face pressed against the taller's chest. "Joonie it's..it's you. It's you." Leave it to Namjoon to make him laugh, even with tears streaming down his face. "Always been yours. Best friends forever, and all."

@ΝΓΤ ¹ yoongi。 Okay. So Namjoon was drunk. That much hew knew. He also knew that getting drunk was supposed to make parties more bearable. The alcohol was supposed to make his inhibition run wild. He expected to be strutting around, half-, with the cheer of a couple hundred phones making it so that he would never be able to forget what happened here tonight. No matter how much he wanted to. All good vibes.

If he knew that, then why were his hands shaking in repulse at the thought of him ever forgetting Yoongi? His fluffy marshmallow. His sweet, sweet boy with a praise kink out of this world. It'd only been some odd years since they had seen each other last. Namjoon could remember the night like some kind of warped reality. There was food. Dinner was going well. Then came the shouting. There was definitely some shouting involved. Namjoon said nothing. He couldn't say anything. All he could do was put himself in front of Yoongi and hug him until a hand ripped him back. Then Namjoon shouted. He wasn't much of a shouter. That earned him a punch square in the chest. He would take much, much more for Yoongi's sake.

Always for Yoongi's sake.

Unsure of what to do and not helping being able to feel awkward, Namjoon did what he always did when his words failed him. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Yoongi, one hand keeping a firm hold around his shoulders and the other carding soft fingers through his hair. He pressed his lips onto the boy's forehead through his silvery-blonde fringe. If Yoongi hated this and pushed away, Namjoon would fall back as easy as could be. But, until he did, the sensation of having his soft boy against him would keep him relaxed.

"Of course I remember you," Namjoon finally managed to say. "You've gotten big, Yoon. But no less squishy. I shall call you squishy, and you shall be mine."

@ΣΥΤ ³ namjoon。 Yoongi, despite his closed off nature, absolutely loved parties. They were the one time he could make a fool of himself with virtually no consequences, no judgement. Half on a table, piss drunk, swaying like a maniac? Usually a disturbing occurrence, reduced to just your average party animal. High as balls, staring off into the distance? No biggie, just leave 'em there til they come back to you. Parties had a special type of 'don't give a ' attitude, one that made it much easier for Yoongi to be open and out there.

One thing Yoongi knew about parties, though--stay away from jungle juice. Sure, you'll hear about all the fun and wild tales people would tell you about their times drunk off their , but Yoongi had one too many terrible experiences. Some of the worst intoxication experiences of his life, really, and he'd seen Satan himself in a ty club mirror after a bad run in with LSD. So no, he wasn't going to touch the ever again. No matter how it was made. On the downside, though, it lead him to never getting as drunk as whoever he went out with, so they tended to drift away, off to do whatever the they want, leaving Yoongi to his own devices.

A little bit too high, a little bit out of it, Yoongi found himself swaying to the beat of some overplayed hip hop song. He wasn't on the dancefloor--no, that was saved for drunk Yoongi, he was a little bit further off to the wall, dancing by himself. His friends were god knows where, but he was having a good time on his own, until he saw someone approaching him. Despite their fumbling, they seemed determined, and Yoongi was this close to telling them to off, until his gaze rose to the other's face. A face he never expected to see again. Sure, it had been five, six years, but he would remember that face anywhere, even in his inebriated state. His first best friend, hell, his first crush, his first kiss, taken from him because of the backwards opinions of others.
"Joonie...?" He didn't know how to react, I mean, how could he react to seeing his best friend of a solid decade in front of him, after the last time they'd interacted it ended with his family shunning him? It's not like he could just go 'long time no see.' Namjoon was clearly not sober enough to realize who he was, though, which made it even harder to find an appropriate answer. "It's...It's been a while. I honestly--Doubt you even remember me, really." That's a lie. You don't know someone for eleven years and then just forget them after six. "S'Yoongi, Namjoon."

@ΝΓΤ ¹ yoongi。 With him being the reclusive sort and the type to feel overwhelmed in high-stress social situations instead of liberated, getting Namjoon Kim to go any place where the most exciting activity won't include a good book and some iced tea is a struggle if there ever were one. However, if he's being honest, if that person pressuring him to go somewhere is Caleb Moore, there's a 110% success rate. So, although he was dreading the whole process of gelling his hair and getting into Caleb's coordinated 'Namjoon's literally going to a Place™, let's not waste this opportunity' outfit, he knew deep in his soul that saying "no" wasn't an option.

That's how he ended up pressed next to a potted plant, trying not to look like he's as sensationally swamped as he actually feels. Twenty minutes later, and he's still here; still trying not to look like he's about to combust. Forget that he's a raging introvert with a mean awkward streak. He's also in the Nu Gamma basement. Far out, right? It took two full years and half a semester, but he's finally breached enemy territory. Or, that's at least how Caleb describes it. It doesn't look like there's much of a campus war raging when the colorful concoction he's been sipping on for half an hour is making everyone look like blotches of color and pulsing noise.

Which is why it's somewhat strange when an achingly familiar face breaks away from the splotches of color and throws his senses into a frenzy. He feels like he's seen that sweet, pretty face before. Where? Who knows. Maybe fully sober Namjoon will be able to connect the dots better. But, more than slightly buzzed Namjoon who is just standing in the, corner and feeling perfectly out of place sets his drink down (making a note not to look for it later because of the horror stories of unattended cups at parties) and strolls over. Or maybe he stumbles awkwardly in the dark. The alcohol may be altering his sense of reality.

He clears his throat in gnawing anticipation and says, "Hey, uh, I'm Namjoon. This is probably going to sound like a pick-up line. And a REALLY bad one. But, ohmygod, I've totally seen you in my dreams before."

@¹ xikan。 It was yet a pretty normal day at the frat. The boys were having a mini weed party as usual but Jamie always been an observer only. He would join once in awhile and for very little. He fears to get addicted and he has real plans for his life, he can't die from an overdose for sure. While observing and watching the boys boredly, his eyes caught a young looking but tall boy, going around for some of the drugs. Times like this when Jamie wonders why would anyone ruin their lives at such young age like this. But desperate times do exists and Jamie could take advantage of the boy's desperation. He lifted himself off of the wall and made his way to the boy, placing his hand atop his left shoulder and turning him to face him, Jamie being slightly taller that his eyes looked down at the younger male. "You seem unsuccessful in getting weed, am I right?" He asked casually, his other hand secretly sensing the pack of weed in his front pocket.

@ΝΓΤ ² taehyung。 "Jesus - does anyone not know how to clean up after themselves?" It was a curse beneath his own breath as the male nudged the front door shut with his closed. His hands were full, a large package of cleaning supplies resting within. Obviously, a deep clean was needed and -- well, who else would do it? It was a heavy box though, did he order all of this stuff? Hoseok's head tilted to the side in mild confusion whilst making his way towards the door for the basement. It wasn't like he was going to clean today anyway so, might as well just leave it down here for now. After a small struggle, he managed to twist the doorknob so that the door creaked open and his head tilted to the side and around the box to watch for the steps as he went down. He was whistling a small tune as he arrived at the bottom, soon setting the box down. And just as he straightens up, and is about to leave, he's staring at... what once was the basement. "Taehyung," The male muttered, gaze soon shifting towards him. "What --?"

@ΝΓΤ ⁴ hoseok。 As soon as the last poster was up Taehyung stepped back to admire his handy work, he was really contemplating becoming a certified renovator but for now he was just going to stick to being a fashion designer. Speaking of designing, he does have a piece he has to finish for his final addition for his class project, he could worry about getting in trouble for the basement later. It wasn’t like they were using it—well they did but it was only for a few hours. His room wasn’t providing any inspiration and he needed more space to think. The basement was perfect for the occasion. He laid out his designs on the pool table—which was currently his table because he thought it was funny—trying to figure out which design he should pick to finish and add to his final project, a glass of wine would certainly make the decision easier but he promised himself he would stop drinking.

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