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namgi | 1.3k words | late nights, slice of life

Try not to stay too late tonight, hyung.

That was the last message Yoongi got from Namjoon several hours ago.

Now, Yoongi stretches, sighing softly as he drops his hands and rolls his neck. After quickly checking over his work one last time, he hits save before shutting his laptop. He gathers his things, glancing at the clock and grimacing at the time.

He’s stayed too late, again, and if he doesn’t hurry, he will miss the last bus home.

Slinging his bag over his shoulder, he hurries out down the hall and the stairs, waving over his shoulder at the security he passes on his way through the lobby. He checks his phone and breaks into a run, only to slow to a stop after he turns the corner.

The bus pulls off with a loud hiss, followed by a plume of exhaust as it rumbles away. Yoongi watches the bus turn the next corner before he bends to rest his hands on his knees. After taking a moment to catch his breath, he walks over to the bus stop shelter which is now empty.

It’s dark, barely illuminated by the few streetlights. The shelter itself doesn’t have a working light as it burned out several weeks ago and the city always takes its time with such repairs.

Yoongi lifts a hand to rub his face, then drops it to rest his elbows on his knees and looks at the ground. He can either call Namjoon to let him know that not only did he stay way too late, he also missed the last bus home, or he can walk home. The low purr of a motorcycle interrupts his thoughts, but Yoongi continues to frown at the floor, waiting for it to pass.

It’s when it abruptly cuts off after stopping close by and a pair of feet appear in front of him that he inhales sharply. Yoongi would recognizing those boots anywhere — he’s the one that gifted them to Namjoon after all. He straightens after a knock against the metal of the bus stop shelter and looks up to meet Namjoon’s eyes.

“Hey, hyung,” Namjoon greets with a tired smile, leaning against the bus stop. “Miss the bus?”

Yoongi huffs and shakes his head. “No, Joon-ah. I just thought I’d sit here for a bit. Enjoy the view.”

Namjoon lifts a pierced brow, glancing around at said view. Yoongi doesn’t miss the flash of one of Namjoon’s dimples as he suppresses a smile. “Well, I was coming to pick you up because I had a feeling you would stay late enough to miss it, even with my text. But don’t let me stop you from enjoying the view.” He turns and starts walking over to where his motorcycle is parked. “I’ll see you at home?”

Yoongi stands, rolling his eyes as he follows him. “Namjoon-ah…”

“Hyung,” Namjoon replies just as easily, leaning against the bike and spreading his legs for Yoongi to step between.

Yoongi reaches up to drape his arms over Namjoon’s shoulders, immediately running a hand over the smooth buzzcut while looking up at him. “Thank you for coming to pick me up. I’m sorry that I stayed this late even when you texted me not to.”

Namjoon holds his gaze for a moment before he sighs, then reaches out to pull Yoongi closer by the hips. Yoongi hums as Namjoon bends slightly to press their foreheads together, then closes his eyes. The day’s stress slowly melts away as they stand, close, the world around the quiet except for the distant hum of the cars that pass by.