"I know I'm handsome." It had to be someone filming. Oh! Maybe they were filming a BL. Team loved BLs and had all the actors memorised so maybe? It was possible. And hell, he hoped so. Things were getting a little too straight around here... which was saying a lot but they were. Too many boring couples coming here, not enough gays.
"So when do they come?" He sensed soon, going by Win's energy.
"Any minute now," Win confirmed, watching the front door and smiling with relief when the first car stopped. Black, with tinted windows, about what he expected. Only staff seemed to get out of this car, but the resort's staff of course was well trained to be welcoming anyway and when the next car rolled to a halt, the first men that he did recognise got out.
"The one with the hat, that's the one Team likes the most," he muttered to Ten, waiting for them to walk on inside, "Guess they are waiting for all the cars to get here."
"His favourite of -- what? Oh-- Oh no, why do I recognise him?"
"It's BTS, obviously! That's V, he's so handsome." The receptionist whispered dreamily and Ten's eyes bulged almost all the way out of his skull. He couldn't move but he really wanted to and all he could do was watch as slowly, the band met up outside of the building and -- oh no, that was Yoongi. That was Min Yoongi. Why was he here? How was he here? IN THAILAND. What the fuck? This was supposed to be a safe place away from BTS.
Ten didn't think, he just dropped to the floor and crawled under the reception desk, hiding here and closing his eyes, hoping it all went away.
Win turned to look at Ten, obviously confused, but then he just shook his head. All right, he could deal with that later. For now he had a job to do. He moved forward when they entered, folding his hand and bowing several times with a smile, before introducing himself in English and welcoming them to the resort.
He gave some basic information and the welcoming cocktails were served. Some of the senior staff members asked questions that Win answered and most of the other new arrivals looked around, including the group members. Jin was the one to approach the reception desk to talk to the receptionists, making small talk and making them laugh.
And then noticing Ten and frowning. Huh. "Are you... You search?"
"I--I'm just organising things down here. That's all." Ten lied as he was very obviously near empty space that didn't need organising. The receptionist lightly kicked him with their foot and gave Ten a pressing look that showed he had to stand up. Right now. Or else.
Ten did not move. He just stayed where he was, staring at Jin. And then he remembered what Win told him and yes, he took his job very seriously - despite, you know, this mess.
"Can I get you anything? Drinks? Food? ... Shoes?" He gestured at the receptionist shoes, smiling sheepishly.
"You have food down there?" Well, Jin was curious. He had never seen a reception desk with this kind of service and of course he had to laugh, which caused several others to laugh as well. "Shoes and service, I like it."
"Stop embarrassing people," Yoongi told him, having come up from behind. He wanted to go to the room, this was just drawing out time until he could.
"To be fair, there's a guy under the desk. Kinda weird." Jungkook mumbled as he rubbed at his eyes, yawning a little because he was sleepy and just had to suffer through a long journey so he was ready to go and lie down.
Ten knew he had to be presentable and avoid complaints because he really, really loved this job and he really didn't want to make Win look bad so he crawled forward, stood up and then... well, he wanted to say he had dignity when he saw Yoongi for the first time in-- er, how long? Nearly 6 years? But he didn't know what to do or say so he just stared for a few moments and then backed up and up until he basically had to climb over the reception desk to get away from this situation.
Yoongi and his giant friend were blocking the easy way out.
"...Ten!" Win hadn't expected this to happen today, but he hastened to move forward and pull Ten down from there, not even really able to wrap his head around this situation. What the hell was going on? "Did you hit your head? What's wrong with you?"
He assumed none of their guests spoke Thai, so he just kept his voice relatively calm.
And he also missed Min Yoongi standing there, open-mouthed, staring at Ten and reaching out to hold onto Jin, who had no idea what was happening.
"Yoongi? What's up?"
"I--" How.
"...are you seeing a ghost?" Well. As good a question as any.
"I have to leave. Can I have the day off? A month off? How long are they here? I can't--" Ten gripped onto Win hard and then he looked back at Yoongi. Oh God, why the fuck did he do that? It really sucked to look at Yoongi. Eyes wide, he turned back to Win and tried to push past him. "I quit."
Whatever it took to get him out of this mess.
"... Hyung, are you okay?" Namjoon frowned as he watched Yoongi and then slowly, he turned to watch the Thai worker freak out too and... well, it wasn't hard to put two and two together. "Do you know that guy?"
"...yeah." And now he had no idea how to deal with it. Or how to look away. He just stared at him, even as the owner talked to Ten and Ten avoided looking at him.
"You can go to your room, Ten, we can figure it out later. You don't have to quit..." What was happening? Win honestly had no idea, but he was trying to keep things somewhat organised and smooth here.
"Can he show me to my room?" Yoongi heard himself asking that and couldn't believe it. What was he doing?
"... What? Him?" Okay, Namjoon had no idea what was happening but him? After all of this, he wanted Ten to show him to his room? Okay, that was some crazy judgement and he had no idea if he should take Yoongi aside or not. It was so hard to be a leader and a dongsaeng.
Ten looked at Win and he knew how much it meant to him that all of this went well so maybe talking to Yoongi was just something hehad to do. Even if he didn't want to do it. He could do it. Just for now. For like a few moments. Rip off the bandaid and then hide for the rest of the trip.
Looking at Win, he nodded and then shrugged. "I guess I can."
"...sure." Win was confused and he stepped back, smiling as if this was all normal. He turned to the receptionist to receive the right key card, then handed it to Ten. "You know where it is, so I trust you."
He really, really hoped that he could trust him. Jin shrugged and turned to look somewhere else, because it was beginning to feel like he was invading something. "Ahh, Namjoonie, there is so much glass here. You best be careful."
Yoongi grabbed his backpack and then started walking in the direction of the elevator, assuming that that was where they were headed. Maybe he'd wake up from this nightmare soon.
This was hell. He was in hell. Literal hell. Maybe he never moved from Korea, maybe he did die during his suicide attempt and now this was hell. His own private hell. One that he deserved, most likely. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before leading the way and pressing for the elevator, the keys in his hands.
Once the door opened, he walked inside and then pressed for the floor. Top floor, of course. All the best guests stayed there, it was the nicest view and the best rooms.
"You always need floor five. Go left once you exit." He didn't know what else to say so he just focused on watching the numbers, his mouth oddly dry.
"Cool." Yoongi wished he had a script for this or just any kind of guideline on how to handle this. He hadn't expected this, of course not. He had been trying not to think about Ten for years now, not that he had succeeded. He had not expected him here. How could he have? "You look good."
There. Was that the right thing? Neutral enough? "Nice uniform."
"Thanks. Got a name tag and everything." It was all gold and fancy. He gestured to it for lack of anything else to do and then awkwardly rocked back and forth onto his feet before the elevator dinged. "I'd tell you that you looked good but that's like stating water is wet. Kinda pointless." He was an idol with a team of skilled make up artists and a strict skincare routine.
He was glowing. Ten was not. "You're four doors down. Not a long walk."
"You could still say it," Yoongi suggested, knowing that he was skating dangerously close to flirting here, but whatever. This was all insane anyway. He walked with Ten down the hallway, wondering whether he would have to leave his room again today once he got there. Hopefully not. Could all wait until tomorrow, as far as he was concerned.
"Ten..." So what? He wasn't really sure what to add. He swallowed, waiting by the door for Ten to open it. "Do you wanna catch up?"
"I don't really know." Ten admitted but he knew how that sounded so he knew he should elaborate before he seemed like he was just being a jerk again like old times. "You can tell me about your life if you want but I mean -- it's sort of like if you got a microwave dinner and did a dinner swap with a plate of some fancy world class cooking. I don't have a lot to bring to the table."
Yoongi was one of the most popular idols in the world right now and he was working at his friend's business cause he took pity on him when he came back to Thailand after crashing and burning too hard in Korea. Still, he didn't want Yoongi to think he hadn't changed at all or that he was still trying to be a dick, he just wanted him to understand how unfun it'd be. He unlocked Yoongi's door and held it open for him. "I am the chicken nuggets of the table. People want me but I am garbage."
"You've friends." Yoongi could tell that much, just from witnessing that short interaction between Ten and the owner down there. That had been a friend interaction, not employer and employee. He could tell. Honestly, he was wondering whether it was more than just friendship, but that wasn't any of his business anyway.
He walked into the room and looked around, looking up at the light fixtures right away. Wow. These were beautiful. He reached out to judge what materials they were made out of, then shrugged. "I'm like that fake astronaut food."
"Yeah, Phi-Win and I are close. I knew him as a kid so when I came back, I went straight to him and he helped me out. I only had enough for the ride here. Bus, by the way, with eight stops. A total of 15 hours." He just wanted Yoongi to truly appreciate the agony he was suffering while Yoongi was riding high on his growing career. He really couldn't remember the last time he felt truly happy but being with Win and rebuilding his life, that did help.
"I don't think you're like that at all but then, you always had a bad idea of what you're like." He frowned seriously for a moment and then moved along to look at the light fixture, frowning as he tried to work out what Yoongi was looking at. "You're more like a really classic Korean dish that has a weird twist that makes it somehow 'fancy' and then they slap on a pretentious name but when you eat it, you're still like 'yeah, this is good noodles'."
He shrugged and then turned away. "Light fixtures are boring, grandpa."
"I like them. Everything else tends to look the same everywhere, but the light fixtures are unique more often than not." And then he couldn't buy them, because they were designer, but he didn't mention that, because him having money might get him another weird look. Not that he didn't obviously have money.
He turned his head to look at Ten again instead of the light fixture. Also unique. He lowered his eyes, because his instinct was to touch him and he knew he probably shouldn't. "So. I take it you know BTS, huh?"
"Vaguely. I didn't know you were coming though, I missed the memo. It's my bad, I was gaming during team meetings." That and he just tended to leave the room when he heard BTS so often, he didn't stick around to hear the details. He spent a lot of time trying to avoid BTS and anything to do with it so he didn't have to hear Yoongi but -- well, that was very difficult. Impossible, some might argue.
"Your faces were plastered all over my favourite ramen when I was living in Korea. I had to switch ramen. It sucked too, the other had shitty seasoning." Ten smiled and then walked over to the TV remote, turning on the TV for him like he had to do. For some weird reason. "You can't order ramen here but there's some good stuff on the menu. I know the chefs. The pastry chef is amazing."
"You'll have to recommend some stuff for me. I feel like just ordering room service today." Big shock there, he was sure Ten wouldn't be surprised. Yoongi wasn't sure if he had changed, but at least he hadn't changed in regard to that. When given a choice, he would always prefer not to go out. "Sorry about the ramen. I get weirded out seeing my face places."
He shrugged. "If it helps, I look different in reality. Less facetuned." Obviously.
He turned and looked at Yoongi, really looked at him. He felt his heart sink just to look at him and see how far out of his league Yoongi was these days. He looked like an idol, he held himself like one and he was dressed in the best. Honestly, he looked more confident, more well adjusted, definitely better fed. He wondered if he was truly happy or not - he had people around him to support him, he was sure he had to be. "You're definitely really different. It's just -- nevermind. I, uh, I should go. I guess."
He didn't know. He suddenly felt really flustered.
"Nevermind, huh?" Yoongi smiled weakly and then he reached out, finally holding Ten's hand. He looked at him, even if it hurt. Maybe because it hurt. It made the whole thing real, just as feeling Ten's hand in his. All these years and his hand still felt familiar. "I'm not that different inside. Afraid not."
Less different than he'd have thought even a few minutes ago.
"Still my sweet boy?" Fuck. He shouldn't have said that. Not the my. He closed his eyes and felt a surge of pain because he really shouldn't have said that. Yoongi wasn't never, never was. He didn't know what they were. "You were always too soft. That's why you kept visiting a punk like me. You pulled away and you worked hard, you achieved everything you wanted to. You shouldn't backslide."
He didn't want to let go of Yoongi's hand and he didn't think he had the strength to. He just met his eyes and tried not to get lost in them. "You're better than that."
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"So when do they come?" He sensed soon, going by Win's energy.
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"The one with the hat, that's the one Team likes the most," he muttered to Ten, waiting for them to walk on inside, "Guess they are waiting for all the cars to get here."
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"It's BTS, obviously! That's V, he's so handsome." The receptionist whispered dreamily and Ten's eyes bulged almost all the way out of his skull. He couldn't move but he really wanted to and all he could do was watch as slowly, the band met up outside of the building and -- oh no, that was Yoongi. That was Min Yoongi. Why was he here? How was he here? IN THAILAND. What the fuck? This was supposed to be a safe place away from BTS.
Ten didn't think, he just dropped to the floor and crawled under the reception desk, hiding here and closing his eyes, hoping it all went away.
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He gave some basic information and the welcoming cocktails were served. Some of the senior staff members asked questions that Win answered and most of the other new arrivals looked around, including the group members. Jin was the one to approach the reception desk to talk to the receptionists, making small talk and making them laugh.
And then noticing Ten and frowning. Huh. "Are you... You search?"
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Ten did not move. He just stayed where he was, staring at Jin. And then he remembered what Win told him and yes, he took his job very seriously - despite, you know, this mess.
"Can I get you anything? Drinks? Food? ... Shoes?" He gestured at the receptionist shoes, smiling sheepishly.
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"Stop embarrassing people," Yoongi told him, having come up from behind. He wanted to go to the room, this was just drawing out time until he could.
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Ten knew he had to be presentable and avoid complaints because he really, really loved this job and he really didn't want to make Win look bad so he crawled forward, stood up and then... well, he wanted to say he had dignity when he saw Yoongi for the first time in-- er, how long? Nearly 6 years? But he didn't know what to do or say so he just stared for a few moments and then backed up and up until he basically had to climb over the reception desk to get away from this situation.
Yoongi and his giant friend were blocking the easy way out.
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He assumed none of their guests spoke Thai, so he just kept his voice relatively calm.
And he also missed Min Yoongi standing there, open-mouthed, staring at Ten and reaching out to hold onto Jin, who had no idea what was happening.
"Yoongi? What's up?"
"I--" How.
"...are you seeing a ghost?" Well. As good a question as any.
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Whatever it took to get him out of this mess.
"... Hyung, are you okay?" Namjoon frowned as he watched Yoongi and then slowly, he turned to watch the Thai worker freak out too and... well, it wasn't hard to put two and two together. "Do you know that guy?"
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"You can go to your room, Ten, we can figure it out later. You don't have to quit..." What was happening? Win honestly had no idea, but he was trying to keep things somewhat organised and smooth here.
"Can he show me to my room?" Yoongi heard himself asking that and couldn't believe it. What was he doing?
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Ten looked at Win and he knew how much it meant to him that all of this went well so maybe talking to Yoongi was just something hehad to do. Even if he didn't want to do it. He could do it. Just for now. For like a few moments. Rip off the bandaid and then hide for the rest of the trip.
Looking at Win, he nodded and then shrugged. "I guess I can."
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He really, really hoped that he could trust him. Jin shrugged and turned to look somewhere else, because it was beginning to feel like he was invading something. "Ahh, Namjoonie, there is so much glass here. You best be careful."
Yoongi grabbed his backpack and then started walking in the direction of the elevator, assuming that that was where they were headed. Maybe he'd wake up from this nightmare soon.
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Once the door opened, he walked inside and then pressed for the floor. Top floor, of course. All the best guests stayed there, it was the nicest view and the best rooms.
"You always need floor five. Go left once you exit." He didn't know what else to say so he just focused on watching the numbers, his mouth oddly dry.
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There. Was that the right thing? Neutral enough? "Nice uniform."
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He was glowing. Ten was not. "You're four doors down. Not a long walk."
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"Ten..." So what? He wasn't really sure what to add. He swallowed, waiting by the door for Ten to open it. "Do you wanna catch up?"
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Yoongi was one of the most popular idols in the world right now and he was working at his friend's business cause he took pity on him when he came back to Thailand after crashing and burning too hard in Korea. Still, he didn't want Yoongi to think he hadn't changed at all or that he was still trying to be a dick, he just wanted him to understand how unfun it'd be. He unlocked Yoongi's door and held it open for him. "I am the chicken nuggets of the table. People want me but I am garbage."
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He walked into the room and looked around, looking up at the light fixtures right away. Wow. These were beautiful. He reached out to judge what materials they were made out of, then shrugged. "I'm like that fake astronaut food."
If they had to go with food metaphors.
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"I don't think you're like that at all but then, you always had a bad idea of what you're like." He frowned seriously for a moment and then moved along to look at the light fixture, frowning as he tried to work out what Yoongi was looking at. "You're more like a really classic Korean dish that has a weird twist that makes it somehow 'fancy' and then they slap on a pretentious name but when you eat it, you're still like 'yeah, this is good noodles'."
He shrugged and then turned away. "Light fixtures are boring, grandpa."
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He turned his head to look at Ten again instead of the light fixture. Also unique. He lowered his eyes, because his instinct was to touch him and he knew he probably shouldn't. "So. I take it you know BTS, huh?"
Not as good a pick-up line as he'd have liked.
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"Your faces were plastered all over my favourite ramen when I was living in Korea. I had to switch ramen. It sucked too, the other had shitty seasoning." Ten smiled and then walked over to the TV remote, turning on the TV for him like he had to do. For some weird reason. "You can't order ramen here but there's some good stuff on the menu. I know the chefs. The pastry chef is amazing."
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He shrugged. "If it helps, I look different in reality. Less facetuned." Obviously.
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He turned and looked at Yoongi, really looked at him. He felt his heart sink just to look at him and see how far out of his league Yoongi was these days. He looked like an idol, he held himself like one and he was dressed in the best. Honestly, he looked more confident, more well adjusted, definitely better fed. He wondered if he was truly happy or not - he had people around him to support him, he was sure he had to be. "You're definitely really different. It's just -- nevermind. I, uh, I should go. I guess."
He didn't know. He suddenly felt really flustered.
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Less different than he'd have thought even a few minutes ago.
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He didn't want to let go of Yoongi's hand and he didn't think he had the strength to. He just met his eyes and tried not to get lost in them. "You're better than that."
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