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Min Yoongi prefers to allocate himself in the category of morning people who, he believes, wake up for the sake of waking up. Sleep can be considered a passion for him while he happens to be the slumbering figure hidden beneath the fort of blankets, and alarm clocks are something this person never really considered above the status of cockroaches and YouTube ads.Long story short, Min Yoongi does not prefer mornings.Yet, everyday, Apollo shuffles upon his chariot and rides away with the bright, bright sun awakening in his wake. The rays of sunlight break through the puff of clouds and peep inside the curtained window of the bedroom where Yoongi sleeps with his head devoid of any worries, or deranged ideas, until his thousand dollar phone starts crackling 'Zero For Conduct' at exactly 7:50 a.m.Maybe the scene looks homely and totally not weird when Yoongi is snuggled into his pillows and his phone religiously vibrates on the nightstand beside his bed. It is supposed to look like that. But when your phone starts bursting 'Zero For Conduct' at 7:50 in the morning while you are snoring with your lips wide open inside John F. Kennedy International Airport's waiting zone, the sight is not such a thing anymore. Rather, it borders on the edge of meme-worthy and slightly unorthodox and Yoongi is certain that the man sitting next to him has this exact impression of him as he blearily tries to wake himself up.All the while 'Zero For Conduct' continues shrieking through the tinny speaker of his phone.Fumbling hands and blurry eyes try and locate the device in his jeans pocket while an amused stranger watches over the entire charade. The scene really is hilarious; a sleepy, pouting man slapping the back of his jeans for his phone while at the same time willing the device to stop its music with his puffy cheeks and sleep-dusted eyes."Fucking shit, staph alreaduy," he slurs in his sleepy haze as a young mother hastily scoops her child away from the aisle and shoots a furtive glare in Yoongi's way. After what it seems like a decade and having garnered himself the complete attention of the entire waiting zone, Yoongi pulls his phone out and turns off the damned alarm."Sorry." Gruffly, he mutters to the audience and returns to his resting position; head sinking into the soft stiffness of the seat and emaciated body caving into it. The bystander woman gives Yoongi one final look before going about her job, and marking him down as that-one-hella-weird-but-cute-guy-that-might-become-my-flight-mate-if-I-am-lucky-enough."I wonder what happens to the birds that are unfortunately resting on your window when your alarm goes off."It takes Yoongi more than a qualified moment to register where the voice resounds from. The orange hoodie clad stranger, who looks Asian by all means sitting beside him, smiles a wide smile, almost as if the alarm and the drama that had ensued not a moment ago had not bothered him at all."Are you talking to... me?"The mop of dusty pink hair whirls around as if in search for something and returns to its normal state before replying sunnily, "I don't think any sane human would look at one person and direct his conversation to someone entirely different. Who do you think I am talking to?"The sass, this early in his bodily clock, catches Yoongi off-guard and the acclaimed king of cheeky retorts fails to turn up with a retort. Instead, he bunches up the flimsy blanket around his neck for extra warmth in the freezing room, thoughtfully nods and answers with a sleepy, "Me.""Good. Very observant. But I really wanna know, do you always create such a fuss when you wake up? I bet you—""Do I know you by any chance?"Now, Min Yoongi finds mornings annoying and he finds talking to anyone during this particular time frame even more exasperating. And this pink-haired, sunny-smile man is slowly rising high up on his list of things-to-avoid-while-you-are-sleeping-in-the-airport's-waiting-room. The abrupt change in his tone tucks the man's chin in his throat and he narrows his eyes in concentration, as if really taking his sarcastic question in to consideration and trying to come up with a proper answer."I... don't think so." Of course not, dumbass."Then stop acting like it's your duty to make small talk to me and let me go back to sleep." They are bundled up in their own fleece blankets in the middle of an international airport, and although the sun is high up on the clouds outside the concrete walls of the place, Min Yoongi is not about to sacrifice his sleep for someone whom he never met. Besides, there is no point in not putting those extra two hours he has to wait for his flight to blissful sleep. Yoongi is about turn away from the stricken expression before his chin is harshly pivoted back to its original position facing the stranger and the stranger is suddenly not smiling like the sun anymore and his heart-shaped lips are set in a thin, straight line. Intimidating, yes, but sleepy Yoongi disregards the way his chin has just been manhandled and finds it cracking him up."In the last two hours, I have done nothing except stare at my dead phone that just will not charge itself without the charger that I lost today, drink eight cups of piss-warm coffee while trying to calm my nerves and watch a complete stranger snore through the entire time since the flight has been delayed. Now the said stranger is being rude to me because I am trying not to have a nervous breakdown, what with the amount of caffeine in me and have him endure my sobs." His hand leaves Yoongi's cheeks and return to its position on his lap, all the while maintaining a constant eye contact with a suddenly very awake and surprised Min Yoongi. Then the boy visibly slumps against his seat, and his stern expression is soon replaced with a timid smile. "I am sorry; I just wanted someone to talk to. And you woke up right when I started to think I was going crazy staying shut up."A lingering second later, Yoongi's face bursts into a grin, which leads to him cracking up within the next moment and soon enough, the other person joins in. They obliviously gather a few frowns thrown their way but the stated strangers are far more engrossed in hiccuping between their laughs, all the while trying to keep their guffaws within themselves."What are you, a twelve year old who can't sit still for the sake of life?" Yoongi happens to be the first one who reigns back to the world of normal and ceases his laughter. Now that his head is not buried under the thin blanket, he notices the apparent dead phone on the other's lap, and genuinely feels pity. A dead phone and a lost charger is a very, very sorry state to be in. Still chuckling to himself, he retrieves his own charger from the small backpack that is propped against the foot of his seat and hands it over to the boy. "Weren't there any old ladies around?""I didn't find any. Wait, no that's fine I m-""Just charge your phone up, okay? You never know if the charging portal in your flight will work or not." He pushes it in the other's reluctant hands. The boy picks his phone up and walks over to the multiplug console, while Yoongi, yawning into his fist, turns off the airplane mode in his phone. He had undergone all security checks and, once confirming with the flight official that his flight to Incheon had really been delayed by five hours, he had spread the blanket all over himself and dozed off, without bothering to check his phone. Now he hastily switches on the vibration only as a flood of notifications ding their way up the screen when he types in the waiting room's proffered wifi passcode. His eyes skim through the never-ending list of business emails and boring texts until his eyes get stuck on a stream of banners and the next second he is laughing out loud a bit too hard.
@djiminnie 00:17 – apparently joon hyung thinks i am cute???? also, not just cute, but, quote, "very adorable"???!!!
@rapmonjoon 00:24 – you're probably sleeping rn, but i kinda fessed up to jimin. and now i regret every life decision that led me here today.
@djiminnie 00:30 – okay ik you'll read this five centuries later and i'll prolly be dead by that time so here it is: DGJKASOJFLDO OMG OMG OGM OGM MOG KMI NAMNOOJ THE GREATETS HOTESST MAN ALIEV CALLED PAKR JIMIN CUTE?%$?@!@$!@$1111!!!111
@djiminnie 00:32 – there, it wasn't so hard.
@djiminnie 00:33 – i am 100% positive it was just a bet. kim namjoon will never call this shitbag cute. stop dreaming, jimin.
@rapmonjoon 00:34 – why are uou always on an airplane when i need your help???
@rapmonjoon 00:34 – *you
@rapmonjoon 00:35 – ugh but i am sure jimin is absolutely disgusted by me now.
@rapmonjoon 00:36 – he calls me his friend, and here i am, going about the world and sabotaging my FRIENDSHIP with park jimin. fml.
@djiminnie 00:36 – gukie said midnight texts are the most honest? does this mean that kim namjoon might kinda, idk, 'l i k e' me? like 1% 'L I K E' me?
@djiminnie 02:21 – i have really, really thought this through, hyung, and i have come to the conclusion: I AM WAY TOO WHIPPED BY KIM NAMJOON FOR THE MAN TO ACTUALLY RETURN MY FEELINGS. he is perfection whereas i am a walking disaster. nope, not happening. kim namjoon mistook me for someone else, someone like jackson wang.
@djiminnie 02:30 – but it would really nice if he ACTUALLY returned my feelings. *sigh*
@rapmonjoon 03:50 – i cant sleep and i am having wonderful yet scary fantasies where park fuckingsquishyhoomanbean jimin ACTUALLY likes me BACK???
"You really are a lifesaver y'kno— Oh, sorry! I'll leave you to it." The boy has returned and he refrains from initiating any conversation when he notices Yoongi giggling at his phone. Yoongi looks up from the screen, still trying to contain his silent laughter, and shakes his head at him, confirming it's no big deal about the charger."No, no, umm, give me a sec. Just let me send a reply in." Yoongi realizes, as he unlocks his phone, that his best friend Kim Namjoon and his roommate Park Jimin needed to stop dancing around each other and bombard him with I-am-so-whipped-texts every time one of them sends something cute to the other. He looks up at the boy sitting beside him, who is busy observing the bright lights up above; because of course it is rude to read someone else's texts over their shoulder when the said person catches you red-handed."I am sorry for assuming, but are you Korean?" Yoongi's question startles the other boy and a moment later, his expression smoothes out and he nods with a heartwarming smile."Yeah. Are you too?" This, he asks in Hangul, and Yoongi realizes he doesn't have to continue speaking in his sort-of-embarrassing accented English with this stranger."Uh huh. So you understand Hangul?""Y...eah? I am talking to you in Hangul if you didn't catch on already.""No, I did, but umm ... are you good with friends who are whipped for each other?" The boy's jaw juts out, like he understands Yoongi knows that he did try to read the texts over his shoulder. Not that he could go far; Yoongi had turned his head towards him before his eyes could skim down the entire screen."Look, I'm really sorry," he squeaks out with his eyes adorably wide, Yoongi notes, and then the boy is fumbling with his words. "My eyes were just wanderi—""Are you or are you not? I need genuine help." Yoongi is surprised with his own boldness and has absolutely no idea where this is coming from. You happen to be one of the leading music producers for all the under-appreciated in country; bold is your middle name, shut up. "I... well, yeah, I guess? I mean, my friends call me the matchmaker in the group so... Although, I really don't know what you actually need me for." He looks skeptical, his lips pulled at sides in apparent confusion when Yoongi hands him his phone."Perfect. You're the only Korean around. Just read from...," Yoongi scrolls down twice, finding the start of Jimin's recent text thread, and returns to his comfortable position on the seat. "... here." The boy reads through slowly, his eyes lighting up and his lips form a chiding smile, which a somnolent Yoongi finds really, really endearingly nice to look at."This friend of yours is so whipped; I swear to god he is worse than I am! God, who is this Kim Namjoon?" He is trying to contain his laughter as Yoongi takes his phone back and returns it a moment later, the screen now sporting Namjoon's text thread. He reads through these too and his eyes widen until they are almost jutting out. He puts the device down on the armrest that separates them and his smiling face settles for a slight frown which gives away that he is formulating a plan. Yoongi wants nothing more than to bash his friends' heads together and hammer some sense into both of them. They are both exceptionally dense. Yoongi has been enduring the not-yet-couple for more than a year, and honestly, right now, with his brain still stuck in morning KST, he wishes Namjoon would just pluck some courage and go do the honors of asking out the younger one."They have been dancing around each other for more than a year," Yoongi gestures with his fingers trotting on the armrest and earns a laugh from the boy, "And I AM JUST SO DONE WITH THEM!" His sentence ends with an shout that jerks up the little bundle of small limbs in a father's arms, who glares up at him before juggling the child to sleep again. He does not pay heed; for his attention is now trained on how the boy laughs with his heart-shaped lips and how his eyes turn into half-crescent moons that urges him to make the stranger laugh again. Now that his body is fully awake and his brain finally functioning normally, Yoongi notices for the first time that the guy actually had a pretty good hair dyeing job done."Your friends need help. Critical help. Like, umm, okay, I have something of a plan." He straightens up in his seat and tentatively holds his hand out, politely asking Yoongi to hand over his phone. "They don't know what the other one feels for them, do they?" When he gets his answer, a negative one at that, he smiles to himself before he brings the screen in front of Yoongi and starts taking screenshots of the text threads he was shown earlier. Yoongi watches, amused at himself that he literally asked a complete stranger in JFK to help him with his best friend's love life and the said man is currently doing so with glee. Yoongi knows he only asked the stranger for help because he happens to be another fellow Korean and (his smile is really, really sweet) nothing else.The stranger, as he watches, starts a groupchat (?) with Namjoon and Jimin and he is astonished to see both of them online. Honestly, whatever plan he may have, could be implemented so much faster if both boys are there.
@djiminnie hyung, why do we have a new gc? what happened to our older one? and why aren't jackson hyung and tae and gukie being added?
@rapmonjoon aren't you supposed to be sleeping now? i mean, you are on your way back to seoul and if I know you correctly, min yoongi never wastes precious sleep time.
@djiminnie e.x.a.c.t.l.y
@djiminnie are you alright? also, is this gc for jackson hyung's upcoming birthday?
"So your name is Yoongi. I am Hoseok, by the way. How come I am setting your friends up and we haven't been officially introduced yet?""That's what airport lounges do to you." Yoongi watches as Hoseok proceeds with his plan; his heart skipping a beat when he realizes he had outed himself to a complete stranger and his manager would not be happy if international fansites get hold of him now; but he cannot help let his eyes catch on to Hoseok's angular cheekbones and his almost-perfect-holy-mother jawline, instead of worrying about the consequences. He mentally pronounces the name Hoseok over and over again, just to get the hang of it and that is when he realizes he might never meet this cute guy ever again."Do you want to start the conversation?" Yoongi shakes his head no, his eyes fumbling around to latch onto some other object of interest. "Umm, you're okay with me typing out a reply?" Hoseok still sounds unsure, but another affirmative head shake from Yoongi calms him."I am really curious about your grand plan though.""Hey, listen, if this Namjoon guy or this Jimin guy does not talk to you after this gig, don't ring me up and blame me, okay?""Are you suggesting we exchange numbers?" Wow, Yoongi, Jeongguk taught you well. Better treat him to those lamb skewers if anything positive erupts from this."HEY!" Hoseok flushes and his neck turns two shades ruddier, dusting Yoongi's cheeks in process."Okay, okay, let me see the grand plan at least."
@mingenius there is something very important to discus, my fellow sunshine hoomans.
@djiminnie hyung, are you drunk?
@rapmonjoon hyung, go back to sleep.
@djiminnie hyung, we love you, and we won't judge you, promise. but get some sleep.
Hoseok looks up at Yoongi, his eyes amused, and Yoongi quickly proceeds to explain."You're texting in a very non-Yoongi style. I mean, I usually use only a few words as replies, they are the ones who really talk." Strangely, he sounds bashful and Min Yoongi is not supposed to feel bashful in presence of another guy. He happens to be the most confident in the entire group when it comes to flirting, and right now, this Hoseok is messing it up very professionally, without even intending to. "Hoseok?""Hmm?" He has gone back to typing out another reply and turns around only when done.
@mingenius you two need to stop dancing around each other, my loves.
"You have really nice hair."Yoongi has no idea where that popped up from. One second, his brain is going fuzzy and all thinking how cute Hoseok looks when his eyebrows are scrunched up in concentration, and the next moment his mouth decides to act on autopilot. Hoseok's expression says it all; compliments about his hair from a stranger at the airport were probably somewhere around 100th on his list of must-achieves."Umm, thank you?""Yeah, the color's very appealing.""Thank you again?" A very confused pause dances by. "I am sorry; I am just not good with compliments.""Yeah, me too." Shut up, Yoongi, you're messing everything up."I like your hoodie." The phone screen blacks out after a minute of inactivity, because of course the two boys are busy trying to act like the others' compliment do not make their insides go a little mushy."You don't have to—""No, really. The print suits you, Yoongi." Hoseok's eyes trail down Yoongi's body; the flannel blanket was thrown off a long time ago, and now, under his innocent gaze, Yoongi's cheeks flame. The hoodie actually belongs to his twin sister, but he had pulled it out from under her bed sheets the day before he came to the US, and claimed it via a snapchat video sent to her. Little red DIY paw prints litter the expanse of the white material and even though Yoongi had always vied for this specific hoodie, because of course Yoonji has a better fashion sense, but right now, with Hoseok subtly checking him out, he wishes his choice was more appropriate to flirt in."You're just being nic—" DING! "There goes Jimin."
@djiminnie report came back affirmative: min yoongi is either short on sleep or he really is drunk. hyung, go back to sleep.
@rapmonjoon yeah, hyung, listen to chimmie.
@djiminnie did you just call me chimmie?
@rapmonjoon i am sorry, jimin. i should've asked if you are comfortable with it or not.
@djiminnie no, no, it's fine, i like it. chimmie sounds nice.
@mingenius see? fine, if you two won't do it, i'll do the deed.
@rapmonjoon what deed?
@djiminnie i'm suddenly scared. for very obvious reasons. hyung, please don't do it. please, don't.
@rapmonjoon will someone tell me what the fuck is going on?
"What are you exactly planning on though?" The reply he receives is a cheeky smile from Hoseok that has him shuffling a little closer to the other. Hoseok's hoodie emanates a flowery fragrance with the underlying whiff of something stupidly boyish and Yoongi edges even closer, just to get a good sniff off of it. As if on cue, Hoseok leans a little into him, letting him almost snuggle into his hoodie, which a short-circuiting Yoongi does without hesitance. And a moment later, Yoongi freezes, because what the fuck did he just do? Hoseok stays very still in his place, absolutely perplexed by Yoongi taking up on his impromptu offer and anticipating his next move. Yoongi makes to move his chin away from his shoulder and offer his apology, when he feels Hoseok's fingertips press against the side of his cheeks and keep his chin firmly planted on his shoulder."It'll be easier for you to conduct the conversation if you see through what I type." Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy."O...okay. Yeah."
@mingenius i'll take too much time and suspense to spill the tea, so i'll just send in the screenshots.
@djiminnie screenshots?? wdym? wait.
@djiminnie HOLU SHIYT PLEASE NO HUYNG JNO
@rapmonjoon i will ask one more time WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS GOING ON
@mingenius 11 images attached.
"And now we go offline, because third and fourth wheeling into your best friends' lives while they read about the other's love for them is wholly illegal. So, here's your phone and damn, I already can't not ship them." Hoseok's smiling that heart-shaped smile again as he hands him his phone back and Yoongi shuts it off before getting himself comfortable in his seat. He knows that this would be the last time he will ever see this gorgeously tanned stranger again in his life, and a very Jimin-part of him is currently dancing around the waiting zone, screaming at him to start talking with Hoseok. He tries coming up with a conversational topic, just so his own answers aren't monosyllabic grunts and nods, but Hoseok beats him to that."You said you were Korean?""Yeah." Yoongi, you are answering in single syllables already.Hoseok turns around in his seat, tugs on Yoongi's blanket, despite the fake scowl on Yoongi's face, till they are sharing it over the handle of the seats separating them, and puts his chin on the palm of his hand. Yoongi knows his cheeks are definitely reddened because of course he is flustered and his hands are sweating and he has to squint his eyes because Hoseok's smile is so, so bright. What is wrong with you? He is only sharing the blanket because he is cold."I'd like to know more about you, Yoongi."