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he's not in love.
at least, he doesn't think he is.
but the thing is, he knows he's already in too deep. because one too many midnight searches on pinterest and tumblr about yearning, proximity crushes, and "how do you know if you like someone" led him to a quote that made him pause.
i'm not in love yet, but i could see myself easily loving you.
and that's the problem.
because he relates. he relates hard.
he's not in love. not yet.
it started off as a proximity crush, or whatever they call it when a guy is always around and somehow worms his way into your routine. when he's there for lunch, there for badminton, there in the group chat. when he's cute and funny and annoyingly easy to talk to.
and soft.
not gentle soft. not sweet soft.
mischievous soft.
the kind of soft that comes with teasing remarks and shit-eating grins. the kind that laughs when you're suffering and then immediately helps you anyway.
he's not in love.
he just thinks he could be.
1.
yoongi isn't a big fan of loud noises.
which is ironic, considering that whenever he gets a headache, he ends up blasting rock and metal through his earbuds to drown out the rest of the world.
he has a headache now.
he rubs at his forehead as he watches jungkook play badminton with yugyeom and mark. it was supposed to be doubles, but he had sat this one out. that had earned him a teasing remark about being lazy from jungkook.
it would have annoyed him if it wasn't accompanied by a tiny mischievous grin.
he's staring at his phone and lamenting the fact that he had left his earbuds back at his desk when jungkook drops down beside him.
"headache?"
"yeah. you're not playing?"
"nah. decided to take turns playing singles since it's just us three."
"oh."
a beat passes.
"by any chance, you brought your earbuds down?"
jungkook snorts.
"nah."
disappointing.
"is your headache that bad?" jungkook asks. "you can go back to your desk if you want."
yoongi briefly considers it.
the office buildings are way too brightly lit.
"no. i'm fine here."
"hmm."
another pause.
"i could go get my earphones for you. my building's closer than yours."
yoongi glances at him.
"...would you?"
"absolutely not, hyung. you were supposed to say no."
his eyes are crinkled with amusement even as he stands up and brushes off his jeans.
"brat."
"do you want balm or meds?"
"if you have balm, then yeah."
"gimme ten minutes."
and then he's gone.
mark looks over from the court.
"where'd he go?"
"i have a headache. he went to get medicine."
mark nods like that explains everything.
which, apparently, it does.
a while later, jungkook comes back carrying both the balm and his earbuds.
he hands them over, along with his phone.
"play whatever you want."
yoongi pushes the phone back.
"just put on something loud."
jungkook grins.
"got it."
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hours later, yoongi is back home.
his headache is mostly gone.
he's waiting for leftover fried rice to reheat when he opens his dms.
thank u for the earbuds btw
a reply comes almost immediately.
jungkook.
lol np hyung
im just glad u thought my music taste was good enough
yoongi huffs out a laugh.
yoongi.
lol btw can u send that playlist
a few of those songs were new to me
and i really liked them
jungkook.
ohh
it wasnt a playlist
just random songs i added to the queue
yoongi.
ah
alr no worries then
he plugs his phone in to charge and heads to the kitchen.
when he comes back with the freshly prepared fried rice and settles onto the couch an hour later, there's a new notification waiting for him.
jungkook.
it's a spotify link.
confused, yoongi taps it open.
the playlist was created eight minutes ago.
there are one hundred and forty-three songs in it.
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