[kevin/j-hoon] possibilities
Kevin can’t say the hard push into some unnamed dirty closet is unexpected. The click of a lock behind him isn’t surprising, either. Jae and Jimin have been giving him looks since the segment with the point dances, and when he insisted they keep giving B.I.G. chances the looks only increased. Frankly, he’s a little excited.
The door opens and another person is shoved inside. The lock clicks behind them. Kevin turns around and - oh.
“Uh, hi.” says... Jonghoon? Kevin remembers his full name was similar to his stage name. Junghoon? Junghoon, he’s pretty sure.
“Hello.” Kevin says quietly. He’s not sure how to proceed here. Junghoon smiles nervously. Kevin might have not known the man for long, but nervous seems like an odd look on him.
“Should we, like, bang on the door or something?” he asks. Kevin nods, but none of them move. “Do you have any idea why Jimin locked us in here?”
Kevin debates whether he should lie. It would be the smart choice. Still, ever since he went solo, he’d made a promise he’d be a little more himself, even if he was the only one to see it. He braces himself and says, all in one breath, “Jimin and Jae have decided I’m heartbroken and lonely since I left my band, so they’ve been trying to set me up ever since.”
There’s a soft, “Oh.”
Kevin dares to steal a glance at Junghoon’s face - his eyes are a little wide but there is no disgust or disbelief or any other impending disaster there. There’s just a little wonder and hints of… hope? Oh.
The closet is small and it feels disconnected, somehow, like the outside world doesn’t exist here. Kevin decides, to hell with it. “You weren’t who I was expecting, if I have to be honest.”
“Ah,” Junghoon smiles. “So I wasn’t imagining things. I’m afraid Benji is a little too straight for this, though.”
Kevin tries to keep the disappointment, fear, embarrassment off his face but by the way Junghoon scrambles to elaborate, he isn’t very successful. “He won’t be disgusted or anything!” He says frantically. Then, softer, “He lives with me, after all. He might tease you about it, though, if you become friends someday.”
“Speaking from experience?” Kevin can’t help but ask.
Junghoon laughs. “I don’t think he’ll ever let me live it down. I may have created a monster, honestly. You know,” he says, voice more serious now, “Fair warning, I think he wants to ask Jimin out.”
Kevin snorts. “Yeah, good luck with that. Jimin gets asked out almost every time we have male guests.”
“Does it ever work?” Junghoon asks with raised eyebrows.
“It did, once,” he smiles. It’s a good thing neither Jimin or Jae are close enough to tease him for the softness. “He’s been a MC here ever since.”
Junghoon’s eyes widen and then he starts laughing. “God, I really want to see Benji ask her out now.”
“I hope you have fun.’’ Kevin frowns. “I don’t think I’m leaving this room anytime soon. Maybe I’ll dig myself a hole here and never leave it, or something. I forgot how the saying goes.”
“Noo,” Junghoon’s voice is whiny and - there is the big baby that he was during most of filming. “No, you shouldn’t be embarrassed, okay? Benji isn’t worth being so embarrassed over, the dude is a walking talking embarrassment.”
Kevin grins. “I’m pretty sure he’d say the same thing about you.”
Junghoon grins back. “Maybe we’re both right?” They’re both silent for a few minutes but it’s comfortable, not awkward. “Hey,” Junghoon says quietly, “wanna exchange numbers? I mean, I’m not trying to hit on you, I know you have a thing for Benji, not that I wouldn’t hit on you, you’re pretty cute but… I’m making it worse, aren’t I?” Junghoon is blushing, Kevin is pretty sure. It’s easy to see, even in the relative darkness of the closet.
“It’s okay,” Kevin couldn’t keep the smile off his face even if he wanted to. After a bit of hesitation, he adds, “I think you’re cute too.”
Junghoon is still blushing, but his smile is so wide his eyes are almost nonexistent on his face.
Typing his number in Junghoon’s phone feels an awful lot like possibilities.