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they've never been on a date.
"i have no clue what you're talking about," yugyeom says the day jaebum confronts him. "jeongguk is just my friend."
they don't go off in corners backstage at music shows. ever. it never happens. they never go on secret dates either--that would be ridiculous. they're just friends.
however, namjoon thinks it does happen, and he grills jeongguk often. "you were holding hands."
"i've never held his hand before," jeongguk defends, and flushes bright pink. he's so greatful that his bed is above namjoon's. maybe he'll drop something from above tonight as revenge for meddling.
"jeongguk, that's bullshit, i can feel you pining whenever we're overseas--"
"hyung, i think you're thinking too much."
oh, yes, and they also have not made out in a bowling alley bathroom. that never happened. yugyeom's hand never made its way beneath jeongguk's shirt. jeongguk never made those cute gasps. he didn't. really.
"dude, you look like you got wrecked," bambam whispers excitedly to yugyeom when he enters the car. "did you fuck?"
"we were in public!" yugyeom chastises, and then adds, "and we're not dating!"
bambam looks at him, really looks at him for a moment, and then says, unconvinced, "right."
"right."
jeongguk doesn't have marks all up his thighs from a particularly adventurous video game night--voyeurism? them? no way.
"gguk--what the fuck is that?"
jeongguk realizes that his posture exposes the back of his thigh to the video camera, showing off an impressive hickey. oops.
"it's nothing, hyung. don't worry about it."
"it looks serious, how did you do that?" his brother looks sincerely concerned, and jeongguk has to conceal a smile behind a nose-rub.
"please don't worry. i was just at a friend's house."
junghyun's brow furrows, then--oh. "hyung didn't need to know that."
"i didn't even say anything!" jeongguk says indignantly. "you don't know anything."
junghyun makes a face, like he is about to protest, but is interrupted by a fellow soldier passing by to say hello.
yugyeom never looks at jeongguk proudly. why would he? jeongguk is just a friend.
"oppa, do you think jungkook-oppa is special?"
yugyeom curses inwardly. "he's a good friend."
the fan doesn't look convinced. "a special friend?"
"no," he says, shaking his head. "he's a loser, why would anyone like him?"
the fan's lips quirk up into a smile. "then you're a loser too, right? because like people stick together?"
yugyeom doesn't think jeongguk is the absolute cutest. nope. in fact, jeongguk is the ugliest person in the whole wide world, and yugyeom makes sure to tell him.
"how are you so cute?"
"ew." jeongguk scrunches his face, but they both know that he blushes.
jeongguk thinks yugyeom is kind of ugly, too.
"you're alright, i guess."
"hey!"
jeongguk giggles into his shoulder. it's not cute at all, and yugyeom doesn't want to make him laugh more. why would he? they're just friends.
(at least, that's what he said in that bowling alley bathroom before they proceeded to suck each other's faces off. he's positive it's a lie.)