Thread by @ggukkiebaby

minjoon au where shy music nerd namjoon has a giant crush on confident, popular jimin who’s in one of his classes and plans to ask him out after every class but always chickens out, afraid of rejection

namjoon sits at the back of the class, multitasking: taking notes and looking at jimin (it’s not creepy, he swears, jimin’s just so /gorgeous/ it’s driving namjoon mad)

more than once namjoon’s been called out by the teacher for not paying attention, once very recently - although, to be fair, the shirt jimin was wearing that day had far too many buttons undone and namjoon can’t be blamed (at least that’s what he tells himself)

every time he passes jimin in the hallways he thinks: this is it. this is the day i’ll finally scrape up all the confidence i have and finally fucking ask him out. (it’s been six months, no progress made.)

today, it’s a freezing monday morning, and namjoon’s dragging his feet across the hallway floor when he sees it: jimin, looking perfect as always, holding a cup of coffee - which is about to be knocked straight out of his hand by a kid not paying attention, running their way-

“what the fuck?!” jimin yells, as the kid hastily apologises and runs off. luckily, most of the coffee had spilt on the floor, not jimin, but still - jimin /needed/ that coffee. namjoon watches all this, helpless, then - thinks.

namjoon has an idea

it isn’t until namjoon’s walking through the classroom door that he realises he doesn’t know how jimin takes his coffee so he might not even like it and why was this a good idea? what if jimin thinks he’s weird and never even looks at him again, who even buys their crush coffee -

namjoon trips.

:)

namjoon proceeds to have a major freak out over the fact that his long time crush now hates him since he managed to arrive to class late and spill coffee all over him, leaving him to walk around all day in clothes from lost property (he still looked good)

of course yoongi shows his support by laughing so hard he can’t breathe at namjoon’s failure

translation: why the fuck didn’t you give it to me sooner

namjoon stares at yoongi’s most recent text message, the seemingly innocent numbers staring up at him, simultaneously begging him to use them and screaming that he’ll fuck up (again if he does)

namjoon finally gathers up the courage to text jimin

****i hate myself i meant nut MEME not nut emoji pls ignore my mistakes rip****

namjoon turns his phone over and over in his hands, mind anxiously relaying his text to jimin. what if he hadn’t been formal enough? what if he’d, god forbid, made a typo?

it wasn’t until namjoon’s lip began to sting that he realised he had been biting on it so hard it bled. namjoon sighed and went to fetch a tissue, unknowing of his phone screen lighting up as soon as it was out of view.

jimin finally responds

namjoon really should have taken yoongi’s advice

tae enlightens jimin 👀👀👀

following jimin’s less than impressed text, namjoon decides the best course of action is to pretend that everything from buying the coffee onwards never happened, and to carry on as usual when he’s near jimin in class

so the next morning, he takes his seat near the window with the perfect view of jimin whilst still being able to see the whiteboard, and unpacks his notes; jimin hasn’t arrived yet, which isn’t unusual, and namjoon tries to take calming breaths as he waits

just as namjoon is meticulously lining up all of his fine liners in colour order, a shadow falls over his desk. looking up, namjoon’s eyes travel over a black shirt tucked into tight black jeans before finally landing on a pair of eyes staring down at him, playful -

namjoon chokes. jimin smiles, twinkling eyes amused. namjoon stutters, attempting to throw his earlier plan out the window and say something along the lines of: “hi, i’m really sorry for spilling coffee all over you, it was an accident, maybe we could start again?”

what comes out is: “hi, sorry for the accident, maybe coffee again?”

namjoon gives yoongi the bad(?) news

namjoon’s hands shook as he waited outside the small coffee shop for jimin. he was still confused about yoongi’s strange behaviour regarding jimin making namjoon buy him coffee, but when namjoon had asked him why he was laughing, yoongi had just laughed even harder.

for the thousandth time, namjoon checked his pockets for his wallet. he imagined jimin expectantly holding out his hand for money for his coffee, only for namjoon to realise he’d forgotten his wallet, and shuddered. thankfully, it was securely tucked into his front pocket.

biting his lip, namjoon’s anxious thoughts whirled around his head, each imagined scenario even more humiliating than the last - until he heard footsteps approaching, then stopping right behind him.

“hey. namjoon?” came jimin’s voice from behind him, and namjoon, taking a deep breath, turned around slowly. jimin was dressed simply in a stripy turtleneck underneath a blue denim jacket, paired with black jeans, and namjoon had to take a moment to remember how to breathe.

“yes. namjoon. i mean, i’m namjoon. that’s me,” namjoon squeaked, then flushed. god, he thought, it had taken him five seconds to embarrass himself. jimin stared at him for a second, mouth twitching upwards at the corners, then huffed out a short laugh.

namjoon’s heart sank. he was supposed to be making jimin think he was less of an awkward, bumbling idiot, not more, and now jimin’s laughing at him. but before namjoon could attempt to redeem himself, jimin was walking to the door of the coffee shop and holding it open.

then, to namjoon’s utter surprise, jimin smiles at him. for a moment, namjoon swears his heart stops and all the breath whooshes out of his lungs. jimin really is beautiful. jimin’s head tilts to the side, hair brushing across his forehead, and says, “coming, cutie?

namjoon’s mouth falls open in shock at the endearment, and jimin laughs at the blush spreading over namjoon’s cheeks. “adorable,” jimin sings, before reaching over to grab namjoon’s hand and gently pull him inside; he then guides him in with a steady hand on his lower back.

namjoon feels faint.

***sorry i just realised i accidentally switched to past tense; it’ll be back to present in the next update whoops***

the smell of coffee settles over them but namjoon hardly notices it; every nerve is focussed on jimin’s hand, unmoving on his back as they step into the shop.

namjoon doesn’t dare to glance over at jimin, simply keeping his head ducked in a futile attempt to hide his red cheeks. jimin guides him over to the line and finally takes his hand off of his back as they stop behind the last person. namjoon’s back immediately feels cold.

“um,” namjoon finally looks at jimin as he attempts speech, regretting it immediately as jimin’s eyes settle on him, shining and playful. “i,um, you can coffee. i mean, you can, uh, buy whichever coffee you want, it’s. i’ll pay for whatever.” namjoon attempts a smile.

jimin’s eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles, and namjoon very nearly chokes. “thanks, i-“ suddenly jimin stops speaking, eyes honing in on namjoon’s face, mouth slightly open in what seems like shock. namjoon panics - does he have something on his face? why is jimin -

“you have dimples!” jimin finally exclaims. namjoon freezes, unsure of how to proceed. but jimin’s eyes are lighting up, seemingly overjoyed with his newly acquired information. “wait, hang on, smile again!” he says excitedly, and namjoon awkwardly obliges.

jimin coos and suddenly his hands are cupping namjoon’s cheeks and jimin’s face is way too close and jimin’s saying how adorable namjoon’s dimples are and, wait, namjoon thought he was just here to buy jimin coffee as an apology and doesn’t jimin hate him?

but then the barista’s calling for “next, please” and jimin’s hands are leaving namjoon’s face, once again leaving coldness in their wake. namjoon absolutely does not pout, and jimin definitely does not catch it and think that namjoon is the most precious thing he’s ever seen.

as namjoon sits, jimin taking a seat opposite him, sipping on his coffee as namjoon curls his hands around the one jimin had insisted he buy, thoughts begin to whirl around his head again. should he say anything? but jimin already hates him - he doesn’t want to make it worse.

joon is freaking out and jimin gets the wrong message

steeling himself, namjoon places his phone down on the table harder than he intended, and it lands with a clatter. they both jump, startled, before jimin cracks a smile and laughs softly. “are you alright?” he asks, bemused.

“yes, i - i, uh -“ namjoon swallows nervously. crabs, he thinks. talk about those cute little crabs you found on the beach, the tiny ones with the spots, surely jimin will like those ones - “i have crabs,” namjoon blurts out.

jimin freezes, mouth open in an “o” of surprise. “oh,” he says slowly, “i - well. uh, sorry? that, um ... that must be ... hard for you?” jimin’s voice lifts up at the end, phrasing it like a question.

namjoon’s brain, which had previously stuttered to a halt, whirs into action. “no!” he says loudly, startling jimin for the second time. “i mean - not ‘no, it’s not hard’ - it probably is difficult to deal with but - i don’t. deal with it, that is.” jimin stares at him blankly.

namjoon smiles weakly. “i don’t have crabs. i just - i just wanted to tell you about these adorable little spotty crabs i found on the beach one time - i gave them names and everything - but it came out wrong.” namjoon glances up at jimin. “sorry,” he mutters.

namjoon doesn’t dare to glance up at jimin’s expression - until he hears jimin’s laugh and his head shoots upwards. jimin has his hand over his mouth, eyes shut tightly, almost bent at the middle from how hard he’s laughing.

a blush spreads over namjoon’s cheeks and he shifts uncomfortably in his seat. he tries to reason with himself - he was always going to embarrass himself in front of jimin, and jimin was always going to laugh at him. better to get it over and done with.

so namjoon stays seated, staring down at the table, face uncomfortably red and trying to swallow down the lump in his throat as jimin eventually stops laughing.

finally, jimin’s calmed down enough to wipe the tears of mirth from his eyes, still hiccuping slightly. “that was the most-“ he begins, but namjoon cuts him off, unable to stomach what jimin would surely say about him.

“i’m sorry, jimin, i -“ he pauses, taking one last look at jimin - glittering eyes, ruffled hair, gorgeous smile. “i hope you enjoy your coffee.” and with that, namjoon pushes himself up from the table and runs out of the shop, leaving jimin, crestfallen and confused, behind him.

:(

“and then,” namjoon sniffles, “i told him i had crabs!” namjoon and yoongi are sat on namjoon’s couch, namjoon’s head buried in the crook of yoongi’s neck whilst he hugs his ryan plushie tightly. yoongi sighs and strokes namjoon’s shoulder slightly where his arm is around him.

namjoon lets out a choked, humiliated sob into yoongi’s neck, and yoongi feels his heart break a little. “i mean - who even does that? i’m such an idiot, how could i fuck up so badly, /again/ -“

“joon-ah, stop,” yoongi cuts in, unable to listen to his best friend putting himself down anymore. he sighs again, and for a moment only namjoon’s feeble sniffling can be heard.

“namjoon-ah, you didn’t fuck up, you’re not stupid, or any of the other things you’re thinking. you just .. got nervous and muddled up your words a little. it happens to everyone.” yoongi can feel namjoon’s pout against his neck, and is torn between rolling his eyes and ‘aww’ing.

“s’not the same,” namjoon’s voice is muffled, but the whininess is clear. yoongi shifts in his seat and tightens his arm around namjoon. “look, how do you know jimin minded? seems like you ran away before he could even get a word out.” he reasons.

namjoon takes a shuddering breath, and yoongi senses the tear ducts opening again. shit. “you didn’t - you didn’t /see/ him, hyung, he - he was laughing at me, he thought i was so weird, it was /terrible/, i -“ a sob cuts namjoon’s voice off.

a lump forms in yoongi’s own throat and he swallows it down. “look, maybe ... maybe it’s not as bad as you think.” namjoon’s head appears from yoongi’s shoulder, expression disbelieving. yoongi sighs. “just...talk to him. text him and explain. give /him/ a chance to explain.”

“there’s nothing to explain,” namjoon mutters dejectedly, flopping back down onto yoongi’s shoulder. “i fucked up. jimin laughed. he thinks i’m an idiot.” there’s a pause. then, voice very small: “and i still like him.”

after namjoon has fallen asleep, yoongi texts jimin

yoongi goes OFF

jimin feels bad :(

namjoon jerks awake as his phone buzzes insistently by his side. disoriented, he lifts his head and realises he’s in his living room, led down on his couch with a blanket carefully tucked over him and a pillow under his head. he hears yoongi in the kitchen, a smiles a little.

picking up his phone, namjoon’s eyes widen in shock as he sees he has three new messages from jimin. breath speeding up, he opens them - what if jimin’s making fun of him again? - before frowning in confusion.

jimin tries to explain

namjoon pauses, head tilted. yoongi messaged jimin? “hyung...” he says slowly, and yoongi enters the living room, coming to stand in front of namjoon. “you’re finally awake,” he says, a smile pulling at his mouth, “are you -“
“why did you text jimin?” namjoon interrupts.

the smile freezes on yoongi’s face. “i ...” he begins. “i just thought ... maybe if i, you know, confronted him, he’d-“ yoongi stops and swallows. namjoon thinks he might be sweating. “are you mad at me, joon-ah? you know i can’t deal with it when you’re mad-“

“no, hyung, i’m not, i just,” namjoon says hurriedly, “i just - jimin said you were angry.” yoongi shifts uncomfortably. “well, yeah, i mean, he laughed at you. i couldn’t just let that be.” there is a pause as this sinks in.

then namjoon smiles. “hyung...” he begins slowly, drawing out the word, and yoongi groans. “hyung, you’re so cute - you got all defensive over me!” yoongi slumps down next to namjoon and throws his arms over his face dramatically. a muffled “fuck off” comes from underneath them.

just when namjoon has almost fully pried yoongi’s arms away from his face, his phone buzzes again. yoongi’s face appears from beneath his arms. “is that jimin?” he asks, slightly breathless. namjoon reaches to pick up the phone, suddenly very nervous all over again.

what’s jimin going to say 👀

namjoon swallows, then jumps when yoongi appears over his shoulder. “don’t reply,” yoongi says abruptly. confused, namjoon turns to look at him. “why?”
“because he said he has shit to tell you. if you reply he’ll probably chicken out.”
namjoon turns back to his phone. and waits.

jimin’s confession

jimin’s nervous and tae is little to no help

meanwhile, namjoon on twitter

twitter profiles

jimin tries another angle

joon is confused and jimin is crying

the posts jimin sent to tae

ignore the fact that the usernames are different sometimes lol my bad

jimin finds namjoon’s twitter

twitter interactions

namjoon stares at his phone with wide eyes. how had jimin found his twitter? and, more importantly, what is he supposed to say now that jimin is anticipating his reply?

a buzzing interrupts namjoon’s thoughts, and, startled, he focusses his eyes on his phone screen - ‘jimin - incoming call’. with shaking hands, namjoon presses the accept call button - what if jimin changed his mind and he’s calling to tell him he doesn’t like him anymore?

“he-hello. um, hi,” namjoon stutters out into the receiver. he hears jimin’s tinkling laugh on the other end, and winces.
“hi, namjoon,” jimin says, and namjoon can hear the smile in his voice. “i’m guessing you’re freaking out about texting me back?”

namjoon is about to answer with an affirmative, before he stops. no, he thinks. for once, i am going to be the confident one. he clears his throat.
“actually, i only just saw your texts. i was - um, sleeping.” there is a silence.
“namjoon, i have read receipts on.” jimin giggles.

namjoon inhales quickly, then chokes and attempts to play it off as a cough. “well, i- anyway,” he says, hoping jimin won’t notice his changing the subject, “i was, uh, about to call you to, um, ask you out.”

“you ... you were going to ask me out?” jimin asks, and for the first time, he sounds slightly flustered. namjoon grins, pleased with himself, then realises what he’s done. he’s just told jimin, the love of his life, that he wants to ask him out.

how do people do this, namjoon thinks. covering the mic, he mutters, “coffee? no, too much history - library? museum? dinner - too formal. ‘a bite to eat’? ‘hey, jimin, do you wanna go out with me and get something to eat?’ yes, perfect-“ namjoon uncovers the mic.

“hey, jimin, do you wanna eat me out?”

what happened

he said yes

joon the disaster gay 😔

disaster gay pt.2