they don’t have to know..
Yoongi can feel the soreness in his bones. He really shouldn’t have stayed up a late with Namjoon last night, though he doesn’t exactly regret it. The light shining through the window doesn’t help him in his morning misery either, and he grunts as he stumbles out of the bed clumsily. He goes to retrieve his clothes for the day, just the normal uniform as per usual. The other boys from the room have already left for breakfast, but not to worry, because the red alarm clock his mother gifted him for his 11th birthday on Yoongi’s desk tells him that there is plenty of time for all sorts of things. As he throws his clothes on, his trousers, a pair of socks with silly patterns on them, his button up, his tie-
Yoongi shrieks. What he sees in his mirror is deeply horrifying. He blinks. Rubs his eyes a little. I’m probably just dreaming, must be it! I’m just dreaming, but he pinches himself, and he doesn’t, to his disappointment, wake up. He takes a deep breath, once again, and looks in the mirror. The thing itself is not bad, not at all. He gets all giggly and giddy at the thought of it, but the fact that the whole entire school is going to lay eyes on it is not exactly pleasant to him. Dammit, Kim Namjoon!
What Yoongi sees in the mirror is a big, purply-red, Namjoon’s-mouth-shaped mark that sits bravely on his neck, just shy of being hidden by the pearly white collar on his shirt. He groans, cursing himself for giving in and not thinking about the obviously fatal consequences this mark will have. He still doesn’t regret it, he just would have appreciated if it had been five centimeters lower down his neck, not on display for everyone to see. Well, Yoongi supposes he can’t complain. He’s lucky he’s got Kim Namjoon, of all people, to kiss him with such ease and skill. The way Namjoon just knows what Yoongi needs and prefers, his cocky smirk when Yoongi lets out a sound of praise, the dimples. His soft and big hands that both caress but at times also grabs Yoongi’s face, neck, shoulder, wherever, really. When Namjoon takes control like that, Yoongi finds himself giving in way too easily, losing control and losing himself to Namjoon’s lips, scent, forgetting every other little thing on his mind just seconds before. Yoongi finds himself drifting away to the memory of yesterday; grabbing a fistful of his partner’s hair, longing, and while being “in control” Namjoon agrees, leaning further down and further down, smiling as he nips at Yoongi’s neck. Yoongi finds himself sighing. If only they’d do this all the time. Much to both of their sorrow, you can’t be lovesick teenagers 24/7 for a full time job. It would cause too much trouble, mainly hickeys, as in Yoongi’s case.