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There was something to be said about exhaustion. Now, it was fully understood what his mother said when she was exhausted from work. It wasn’t that she had a physically laboring job but it was emotionally tiring. Having to think so much could be so very, very tiring. In this case, Jungkook hadn’t been thinking as much as swimming through a vast tumultuous sea of emotions. It truly was exhausting. Even worse was that as he laid on his own bed, half of his body hanging off, he didn’t feel comfortable. No, not due to his awkward position but his bed… Well, his bed hadn’t quite been his bed in a while. It had become a stranger. It didn’t feel like home anymore, it felt lonely.

The longer he laid the the heavier he sighed. Throwing his arm over his eyes, the man tried to keep his last memories of his boyfriend… ex-boyfriend? At bay. He didn’t want to revisit their argument, those deep sad coal eyes before he turned around and shut the door behind him. It was just bringing about more emotions he didn’t need. Who knew how taxing finding your soulmate could be?

It had only been about a couple weeks since his wrist started to throb and random emotions that didn’t come from Jungkook but filled up his very soul took over. He was laughing at moments that he really shouldn’t be laughing in… Like with the parents of his dance students. No, that was not the time to be laughing when he’s discussing how one of their children are acting up and not listening like they used to. Inquiring if something was going on at home. Or how he just suddenly burst into tears while in a rather intimate moment with his boyfriend. It was so bizarre and new and overwhelming. Neither him nor his boyfriend knew what was going on but Jungkook could tell. He knew, he knew that Yoongi had an inkling.

That was what had set everything off. Yoongi would just grow quiet and distant, which was something they had battled before but that was when he got too absorbed in his music. This was different, it was secretive and really, Jungkook just couldn’t tolerate it. He didn’t think he was asking for a lot. For his boyfriend, his boyfriend to be honest with him. It didn’t matter much, Jungkook found out. He found Park Jimin, one of the most beautiful creatures he had ever seen. The man had died his hair orange but it was fading and somehow the fading color looked better than the original. He had bright eyes and the cutest cheeks that Jungkook just wanted to squish and very plump lips. Did he mention how short the other man was? Just like Yoongi hyung. So small but with many more muscles. Jimin was cute and he didn’t need the help of his aching wrist to tell him that, that was his soulmate. A sense of serenity had fallen over him the moment he laid eyes on Jimin.

In that same moment, the man raised his head from the document he was filling out at the front desk of the dance studio Jungkook worked for and found Jungkook’s eyes. He could tell the other knew as well. A shy almost awkward smile broke over both of their lips and Jungkook’s feet were moving before his mind could even catch up with it.

“Hi.” He spoke softly, almost a sigh.

“Hi.” The words weren’t magical but they were. It was indescribable the way he felt meeting his soulmate let alone hearing the other man speak. He had so many questions, like why was he crying the other day and what made him laugh so hard that Jungkook even started smacking his knee with tears forming in his eyes while in front of his student’s parents. He didn’t though. That happened later.

That happened after Jungkook went home practically skipping and rushing all his words excitedly as he told Yoongi that he met his soulmate and how amazing it was and if he felt the same way when Yoongi met Hoseok hyung. However, the excitement fluffy haired brunette was feeling wasn’t reciprocated. There were storm clouds above his lovers head and the mood shifted so quickly it was jarring. And then it dawned on him, that Yoongi knew the entire time. He knew that Jungkook was close to finding his soulmate and said nothing. Didn’t comfort him when he didn’t understand what was happening to him, just let him think that something was wrong with him. That Yoongi was scared of this happening but for the life of him Jungkook couldn’t understand why. Why didn’t his hyung, best friend, lover, want him to find and have what he had with Hoseok, his soul partner as they always said.

Neither of their words were nice and neither was the ending. It had been over a week since he last saw Yoongi. Oddly enough, he had just met Jimin and that was the first person he went crying to. Yes, crying because Yoongi had always been the only one to invoke such strong emotions from him. All emotions. All taxing emotions.

Jimin though, Jimin was great. He was understanding, caring and somehow could just soothe him with a simple hand on his back. It was amazing. It felt a little awkward at first, baring so many private and intimate thoughts with the other but it also felt right. They were meant for each other after all. It also wasn’t long before they developed a pretty good friendship. Work was, well it was a lot more fun with Jimin around. They joked a lot and played pranks on the other. Talked serious when it was needed and it was nice.

Park Jimin was a half of Jungkook that he didn’t know he was missing.

Letting out a heavy sigh, “Sorry, Jimin-ah…”

He knew that his feelings were transferring to his soulmate but he had never been very good about controlling those when it came to Yoongi. They had left things in a place he wasn’t sure was the right place. It was a dark place and that didn’t settle well with Jungkook. It also was frustrating because he didn’t know how to approach it.

Feeling around for his phone that he had tossed on his bed, Jungkook grasped it and slid the lock screen off. Opening up his messages he saw that he had missed. Well… a lot. There were 23 messages from his hyung and more than half of them had been read but not responded to. It was mainly just questions about if he was alright. Truth was, he wasn’t and that isn’t what he wanted to reply with. He had found someone who was now integral to his life but he also had a person waiting for him that had been integral to his life. Fingers hovering over the keys, he typed out half a sentence then erased it. Sitting up suddenly he ran his fingers through his hair before leaving his bed. Grabbing his keys and wallet, he stuffed them in his pocket and trudged out of his apartment and down a very familiar path.

It took him four minutes and 26 seconds before he found the courage to knock on the door. It took another one in a half minutes before the door was pulled open to reveal someone who might as well be the owner but definitely wasn’t.

“Ah… Hoseok hyung.”

A taller man with raven mussed up locks looked down at the younger with a neutral but tired expression. They didn’t say anything for a moment and then the elder pulled the door open wider and stepped back, letting the younger in.

“He’s not here right now.”

Nodding, Jungkook stepped into the apartment that also might as well be his home considering how he was here ten times more than he was at his own. Following the other man they ended up in the kitchen and Hoseok was pulling out two cups like it was his own apartment. Knowing his place, Jungkook slipped onto the barstool and watched quietly as Hoseok made tea. He didn’t know what to say so he just kept quiet.

“No milk or cream right?”

“Uh.. yeah, that’s right.”

Neither one spoke while the tea was being prepared. The silence wasn’t awkward but introspective. They both were collecting their own thoughts and best way to approach the very big elephant in the room. As Hoseok poured the tea, he finally spoke up.

“Why are you here?”

The words were spoken quietly, gently. It wasn’t accusing just matter of fact. Nothing to be offended about and Jungkook wasn’t. He reached out for the cup of tea that was being pushed into his hands. Staring down into the golden liquid, he nibbled on his lip. It was a nervous tick he couldn’t get rid of. Why was he here? That was a good question.

“I-I’m not sure.”

Sigh.

He wanted to do that as well. Jungkook couldn’t bring him to raise his eyes, so instead he raised the cup to his lips and blew on the steaming hot liquid. Hoseok leaned against the opposite counter, cup in his left hand and his right hand shoved into the front pocket of his jeans.

“You can’t do this Jungkook. You have to be sure.”

Again, the words were soft, gently, even caring. The younger male raised his eyes and looked into his hyung’s eyes.

“Do.. do you kn- Oh… Of course you do.” The communication was silent but Jungkook could see it all in the expression that Hoseok was wearing. Of course Yoongi told him everything, bared his soul to the most appropriate person. His soulmate. If he was being honest with himself, Jungkook was jealous of their relationship. Not all the time just sometimes. There were moments, moments like these when he wished he could be that person for Yoongi but he couldn’t and he never would be. The two of them had been a source of insecurity for Jungkook for quite a long time. He had gotten over it but right now, with his own soulmate appearing somehow old insecurities are cropping back up.

Shifting from his position, Hoseok moved to the counter that the younger was occupying and rested his forearms on it, setting his cup down. Searching for Jungkook to look at him again. He waited until the younger did.

“I know enough. I felt enough. I know you love him Jungkook-ah but you can’t be unsure about this. Y-you have to know.” Hoseok faltered and looked away running his hand through his hair and sighing again. His index finger trailed around the rim of his cup.

“I don’t know… I don’t know if I can patch him up again.”

Jungkook was at a loss for words and sputtered, “B-but you’re his soulmate hyun-”

“It doesn’t matter, Jungkook! You didn’t see him the other night. You didn’t see him...” Hoseok pushed off the counter and walked away from Jungkook, the anger he had been hiding beneath the surface bubbled up but the elder put a lid back on it as soon as it started to leak. Turning back around.

“He’ll be home soon, if you need more time then you should go now.” The younger stumbled down from the stool and left his tea untouched. Not saying a word, his teeth dug into this bottom lip as he made his way for the door. As it creaked open he heard the other man speak again.

“And Jungkook-ah, I’m really glad that you found your soulmate.”

As the door closed behind him, he could see a small but genuine smile from his lovers soulmate.

More days passed without any contact from Jungkook and Hoseok refused to leave Yoongi’s apartment. If he was in a better mood, Yoongi would appreciate that his home wasn’t an utter pigsty, as well as the hot meals he was being provided. They both knew well enough that if Hoseok didn’t interfere that Yoongi wouldn’t be eating and he’d just be living off of water, energy drinks and his music. Hell, Yoongi wouldn’t even come home at night if it wasn’t for the youngers pestering that he needed proper rest or would get sick. His notification sound went off on his phone.

Hoseok-ah 3:21am:

Hyung if you aren’t home in 9 mins I’m calling the cops and reporting vandalism at your studio

Yoongi hyung 3:23am:

But u know nothing is broken

Hoseok-ah 3:23am:

That’s 8 min now.

Yoongi didn’t bother replying to the message but shoved the phone in the pocket of his black sweat pants and raised his arms above his head stretching. Unfortunately, he knew that Hoseok would really do such a thing if he didn’t abide by his rules. It had happened before, though luckily that time the officer was really good about it and just thought the person who had called had a little too much anxiety. Both were happy for the false alarm.

“Hyung, I made you a bath with those ridiculous bomb thingies you like so much.” The words floated through the air as soon as the door had opened.

“They’re bath bombs, Hobi.” He grumbled tiredly as he made his way to his bedroom and peeled off his clothes. He heard the ‘whatever’ that came from the younger but chose to ignore it. The water was still warm which was nice. He should really thank Hoseok later. Maybe take him out for korean beef? Probably. He owed his friend a lot. More than a lot really. Sinking into the relaxing bath, he closed his eyes and tried to do what he had been doing at the studio, not feel anything. Anxiety had been driving him crazy since Jungkook left. He was worried. It didn’t matter that the man was probably fine and cozying up to his soulmate, not a single word made his fingers and toes dance in a way that would lead him right to Jungkook’s door step. It already had, twice actually. Each time though he left without knocking.

It wasn’t his place to intrude on Jungkook’s space. He wouldn’t have left if he didn’t need it and even now Yoongi didn’t know how to go about talking with the younger. What he cared most about was the other's safety. Everything else could come after that. Feeling like he was being watched, Yoongi peeked out of one eye and found his friend perched on the end of his tub, chin resting on top of his hands.

“That’s creepy. If I was anyone else, they’d call you a stalker.” Closing his eye again, he tried to pretend that Hoseok was not staring at him. It didn’t really bother him, they were both so close anyway. However, that would never stop him from pretending otherwise. It also wouldn’t stop Hoseok from becoming even more gross, like he does.

“But it’s not because you loovveee me!” The whine and exaggeration could be heard a mile away. Yoongi’s nose scrunched up but he chose not to reply. A game they played frequently. The two men stayed in silence for a bit longer. That was until Yoongi realized the other wanted to tell him something but didn’t know how to say it. The ever slight churning in his stomach gave it away.

Opening his eyes lazily, he raised one eyebrow, “Spit it out. What’s up?”

Hoseok refocused and really looked at Yoongi who was very much staring directly at him. Sitting up he chewed on the inside of his cheek while still debating on if he should mention who he saw today or not. It took him a bit longer than Yoongi would have preferred and he felt his eye twitch in impatience however he would always let the other tell him when he was ready.

“I saw Jungkook today.”

An ambush of emotions flooded Hoseok but he had been prepared for it this time. They really didn’t need to communicate verbally right now. He could feel all of the worry mixing with relief, excitement with disappointment and a tiny hint of jealousy splashing around as well. Even without feeling the other's emotions, Hoseok had expected all of this. It was only logical, if they had switched places he expected to feel the same.

Yoongi grunted, rubbed his nose as he looked anywhere but at Hoseok. It was bad enough that the other knew exactly what he was feeling and he didn’t really have any privacy but he didn’t want Hoseok to see it too. One would think it wouldn’t matter but sometimes it did. The water felt cold now, it was lukewarm but it felt cold and Yoongi was ready to be done with the bath. It was a nice gesture but unfortunately those words doused any of the relaxation Yoongi was just experiencing moments ago.

“How is he? Is he okay? Is he hurt? No, no don’t answer that last one. Just tell me he’s okay.”

Moving closer, Hoseok slid across the floor and placed his hand over Yoongi’s wet elbow that was resting on the side of the tub now.

“He’s healthy.” Yoongi was already nodding before his friend had finished his sentence. That was what he wanted to hear and not what he wanted to hear all at the same time. Still relief flushed through his veins. It was what he cared about the most after all.

“He uh, he came here hyung but I sent him away.”

Whiplash is what Yoongi should have right now with how fast he turned his head towards Hoseok.

“Why? Why would you do that?!” The anger rising in him laced his words like an old friend and Hoseok didn’t flinch. He had expected this reaction, it was never fun but expected nonetheless. Squeezing Yoongi’s arm, he tried to get his friend to understand him. Pleading with his eyes for the other to calm and find reason.

“He was confused hyung. It won’t help either of you to see each other like that.” Yoongi pulled his arm away from Hoseok and looked past the younger man. He let out a huff and then a sigh. Sitting up straighter, he placed his hands on either side of the bathtub.

“Let me get dressed.” He grumbled before finally standing up and watching the other man leave him to some privacy. Taking his time, Yoongi dried himself off, pulled on a pair of old boxers and a band t-shirt he got ages ago, it even had some holes in it. Brushing his teeth he thought about what Hoseok had told him. He needed more information but he also knew he needed to keep a level head. It was so hard for him to do when it came to his boyfriend.

Boyfriend…

Was Jungkook still his boyfriend?

God, he hoped so. He really, really wasn’t ready to let go of the man. He wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to. Just thinking about it made his heart hurt and he found himself closed fist hitting it over his chest. As if distraction would make what he’s feeling go away. It didn’t. Ah, Hoseok… he needed to stop thinking like this.

Walking out of his bedroom, he found Hoseok lounging on the couch, feet propped up on the coffee table in front of it.

“Sorry, Hoseok-ah.” The words were a soft grumble but the other heard him and flashed him a smile.

“No worries. I’m counting the days until it’s your end to experience it.”

This actually caused Yoongi to laugh a little. Taking a seat next to Hoseok, he punched the man in the arm.

“Brat.”

Hoseok laughed with him before growing serious again. They needed to finish the conversation they had started and really the sooner the better. He reached for Yoongi’s hand and held it in his own.

“I can’t tell you much hyung but just give him some time.”

“Some time? It’s been weeks!”

The frustration that Yoongi was trying to reign in was hard. He couldn’t help but be upset that he missed his chance to see Jungkook again, to hear his voice, to maybe, potentially feel his touch. It made him ache even more than he already was. Hoseok just squeezed his hand tighter.

“Hyung… Come on.”

“I know. I know. Ugh, just, I miss him and I know I shouldn’t be upset but I am. You saw him and I didn’t.” A smile was threatening to break through Hoseok’s defense. So much so that he had to bite on his cheek to stop it from doing so. Yoongi was already eyeing him warily though.

“Just laugh, I’m pathetic I know.”

Being given permission just allowed for a few short giggles to slip through but right after Hoseok interlaced their fingers.

“No, no. You’re not pathetic. It’s just cute. Really cute. Grumpy, standoffish, no PDA Min Yoongi is all pouty and whiny. You’re cute.” A few more chuckles escaped and it was met with a glare from the elder. A glare that certainly didn’t phase the younger anymore. However, Yoongi kept his hand just where it was.

“Where’s your phone?”

Yoongi raised a brow, “My phone?” he was confused as to what his friend would want with that. Hoseok stood up and looked around the apartment he had cleaned earlier.

“Yeah, your phone. Let’s text him, huh?”

Yoongi was answering before fully processed the second part of what Hoseok had said to him.

“I don’t know, in my room? Wait what?” He was left alone on the couch as the younger walked off to find his phone only to return a moment later with a still very cautious Yoongi on the couch. Sitting back down next to Yoongi, neither paid attention to their thighs touching. Holding his phone out to the rightful owner, Hoseok nodded encouragingly.

“Yeah, I know you’ve been dying to do so. He knows that I’m going to tell you he was here so it’s an open invitation for you to say something. Just you know, uh, let him know you’re thinking about him.” Slowly, Yoongi accepted the phone but only stared at it blankly after his fingers had somehow found their way to his chat with Jungkook.

“I-I don’t know, it’s almost four in the morning now. He’s probably asleep. I don’t want to wake him.”

He was stalling, they both knew this. Hoseok clucked his teeth and shook his head in disapproval before swiftly taking the phone back in his hand and typing for him.

“Yah! Yah! What do you think you’re doing?!” Immediately, Yoongi snatched it back and saw some gross message with too many emojis and kissy emojis at that. A devious grin was plastered over Hoseok’s face.

“Oh come on, you know I wouldn’t send that actually! Give it back. I’ll be serious now.” Snatching the phone back, he looked at the screen one more and both of his eyes widened immensely. Hoseok set the phone down on Yoongi’s thigh and looked down at his hands that he placed in his lap like his mother had sat him in timeout. Yoongi looked at the phone then at Hoseok.

“What. Did. You. Do.” It wasn’t a question and the both of them knew what had just happened but of course it needed to be confirmed by Yoongi’s own eyes. Picking up his phone he swiped open the lock screen and saw the same exact sentence that Hoseok had jokingly typed with all seven emojis sent to his precious Jungkook and even worse it was read.

Yoongi <3 4:12am:

Jungkookie I can’t stop thinking about you. I misss you and love you sooo much 

Wiping his eyes, Jungkook tried to look at his much too bright phone screen and cursed before promptly lowering the brightness to almost nonexistent. Blinking a few more times he tried to read the message that he had gotten. It hadn’t actually woken him up. He had been tossing and turning for hours, having horrible dreams in the few moments he could actually fall asleep. Regardless his room was pitch black and the bright light was not welcome.

Reading the message for the second time was a much bigger success but his brow furrowed together.

“What the hell?!” His hoarse voice croaked out. Staring at his screen even harder, Jungkook read it for the third time. The sentence remained the same. There was no denying that this rather mushy and kind of gross message did indeed come from Yoongi. How many emojis is that?

“1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,...7? Is he drunk?!”

Rubbing his eyes, Jungkook groaned as his stomach started to churn. His mind couldn’t make sense of this message because it wasn’t like his hyung at all. Yoongi was crap at texting and he was even more crap about being affection through words let alone text and he most certainly didn’t use emojis. Being drunk was the only thing that made sense. If he was drunk at 4am, which sadly isn’t out of the realm for him, well being awake that late anyway. If he was drunk now then it made Jungkook worry. The longer he laid there thinking about it the larger the stone in the pit of his stomach grew. Surely Hoseok was with him and was watching him.

But what if he wasn’t?

What if Yoongi was alone and drinking by himself. Oh god, he wasn’t walking down the streets of Seoul right now was he? Those clubs raged for hours and some even stayed open until 4am. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

No matter what their issues were, Jungkook never wanted Yoongi to be in a dangerous situation like this possible one. He picked up his phone and text back a quick,

Jungkook-ah 4:17am:

Are you drunk?

By now he was pretty wide awake, leg bouncing as he waited for a reply that was never coming. After another six minutes, he picked up his phone and called. It rang and rang and rang and rang. No answer.

“Shit.”

Tossing aside his covers, Jungkook through on the nearest clothes he had which were his sweaty dance attire from earlier that night. They smelled horribly of sweat. Just a pair of grey sweats and a large white t-shirt. He ignored how disgusting he was sure to feel later and shoved his feet into his timberlands at the door as he grabbed his keys and rushed out the door. He had even forgotten his wallet.

Honestly, he was praying that he wouldn’t have to wander around Seoul to find Yoongi but he called again and still received no answer. It was so frustrating. Making his way hurriedly through the empty streets, he was really glad that it wasn’t earlier and people would be able to see and potentially recognize him. Recognition was was a rare occurrence but knowing his luck, it would happen today of all days if it wasn’t 4:40 in the morning.

Trying the doorknob he turned it easily and was instantly annoyed, that man never locked his damn door. It had annoyed him before in their relationship and it still does. Jungkook’s heart was beating so loud the closer he got to finding Yoongi that he didn’t even hear the grunting noises coming from the living room. The scene his eyes laid upon though was nothing like he had anticipated.

Yoongi and Hoseok were a tangle of limbs, Yoongi pinning the other to the floor and making a grunt here and there at the energy he was having to expend to do this.

“Ah, Yoongi”

“What? Yoongi? Do I have to teach you again about ugh manners, Hoseok-ah?!”

Neither of the men on the living room floor noticed the intruder. He stood by quietly watching the two wrestle? Were they wrestling? Honestly, Jungkook had no idea what he was watching but his annoyance was building the longer he stood there. He didn’t even have any words but finally, Hoseok was able to move his head to the left enough to spot the other man in the room. He let out a squeak that neither Jungkook nor Yoongi had ever heard before.

“What the-”

“Jungkook-ah,”

Yoongi continued to keep Hoseok pinned to the ground and stared at him like he was crazy.

“As if I’ll fall for that. Now, stay still so I can, ugh-”

“Don’t mind me, just let him continue whatever,” Jungkook waved his arm around at the two of them. “He’s doing.”

Jungkook wasn’t sure he had ever seen Yoongi move that quick before. It wasn’t because his hyung was slow or anything, this was just new. The elder rolled off of Hoseok and stared up at his lover from the floor. The brunette’s lips were pressed in a tight line as he stared down at the two of them. He raised an arm and gave a clipped wave at Yoongi.

“Glad to see you aren’t stumbling around the streets with a bottle in your hand. I’m going home.” Scrambling to his feet, Yoongi moved to stop the younger. His anxiety had his stomach and knots and by default, Hoseok as well. Words floated across the air, they were meant for only Yoongi’s ears but Jungkook heard as well.

“Calm down hyung.”

“Sorry, Hoseok-ah.”

Why this irked Jungkook so much right now he couldn’t say. He had experienced the way they communicated for years now. This wasn’t anything new but it bothered him. It bothered him more than he wanted. A Justin Beiber song broke the tense atmosphere between all of them and Jungkook reached into his pocket to pull out his phone. Reading the name across the screen, he sighed in exasperation. How could he forget that he had his soulmate and of course they would know he was upset right now. How did one reign this shit in? Well, clearly not very easily judging by the words he had just heard.

“Hey, Jimin hyung.” He said with a tenderness, Yoongi hadn’t heard before, as he placed the phone against his ear. The volume was so loud, or the person on the other end was so loud that Yoongi could hear what was being said.

“Jungkookie, are you okay? What’s wrong. Where are you?”

It was a rush of shrill, worried words and somehow it soothed Jungkook. The corners of his lips turned up in a small smile.

“I’m fine hyung. I promise. Mhmm, yeah just uh go back to bed. I’m sorry I woke you. Yeah, tomorrow. Mhmm, we’ll talk tomorrow. Yes, hyung. I promise. Jimin-ah! Go to bed.”

A chuckle, a chuckle that Yoongi hadn’t heard in so long, so long. But it was for someone else. For his soulmate. It hurt. His chest hurt. He couldn’t keep his fears from manifesting and plaguing him. Silently, he apologized to Hoseok who had snuck off to another room. Probably the guest room.

Another moment and the phone call ended and the phone slipped back into Jungkook’s pocket. Glancing up at Yoongi who was only a few steps away from him Jungkook didn’t say anything. The two just stared at each other. There were so many words that needed to be said but neither knew where to start. Scratching the back of his neck, Yoongi coughed and cleared his throat.

“Look, uh, I’m sure you saw that text. It was just Hobi messing around. It wasn’t supposed to be sent. I mean who uses seven damn emojis.” He was rambling and Jungkook just stared at him unimpressed.

“I see. Well, tell him not to do dumb shit. I thought you were drunk and alone. My mistake.”

He wasn’t sure what he was expecting but he wasn’t expecting Jungkook to be so cold. Yoongi knew that it was his fault for waking him up at four in the morning but… He didn’t know. Maybe he hurt Jungkook more than he thought he did. Maybe Jungkook realized all that he was missing with his soulmate and didn’t want to be bothered anymore. Maybe Jungkook just realized he was playing house with Yoongi and it would never amount to what he felt for his soulmate.

Jungkook turned away and started walking towards the door. Yoongi immediately followed, not too close but he followed. He would follow the man in front of him to the ends of the earth and back. Now he knew just how much it hurt to not have that feeling reciprocated.

“I’m sorry for not telling you.”

They both knew what he was talking about.

I’m sorry for not telling you that you were feeling your soulmate. I’m sorry for not explaining it. I’m sorry for not encouraging you. I’m sorry I just didn’t want to lose you.

They were all unspoken but still heard.

“I’m sorry too.”

I’m sorry you didn’t have faith in me. I’m sorry you were overcome with your fear. I’m sorry I didn’t make you feel more secure so that you could tell me. I’m sorry I left.

The full meaning was hard to pass to the other but Jungkook prayed his hyung could hear it. Placing his hand on the doorknob, he hesitated but nothing passed between them and he opened it.

“Hoseok said something gross but…”

Jungkook was stuck between the fresh air outside and the cool air of the a/c as he waited, always waited for Yoongi to finish what he was saying.

“Jungkook-ah, I’m glad you found your soulmate.”

Those were unexpected words. They were unexpected from both the man leaving and the one staying. They were unexpected but true. They were unexpected and they hurt. It hurt so much more than Jungkook had ever thought hearing those words from Yoongi would. Furrowing his brow, he glanced back at Yoongi and saw a small but genuine smile on the others face and it hurt even more. It was the same smile Hoseok had given him when he had been here last. What Jungkook didn’t notice was the sadness behind Yoongi’s eyes.

“Ah, yeah.”

The door shut heavy behind Jungkook and in Yoongi’s face for the second time. Neither went to bed with a light heart. Neither went to bed with smiles on their faces. Neither went to bed easily. While Jungkook tossed and turned by himself, Yoongi slept fitfully with Hoseok running his fingers through the others hair, trying to soothe him as much as possible.

Hoseok-ah 1:34pm:

It’s your fault I went to work with six bags under my eyes and a stiff neck. You owe me pizza.

Yoongi hyung 4:42pm:

I don’t owe you shit.

Yoongi hyung 4:43pm:

Meat lovers or Hawaiian?

Hoseok snickered from a small plastic chair in the waiting room. Yoongi always liked to play a grump but he was really soft. Laughing a bit louder, he almost fell out of the child’s hair he was sitting on. It was a close call but a little girl who was probably about seven or eight, grabbed onto his arm.

“Be careful.” she shyly told him before going to the other side of the table and taking out a coloring book from her backpack. Hoseok was a little embarrassed but he smiled brightly at her and thanked her before shooting Yoongi a quick reply that he was bringing a friend over too,

“Ahjusshi, why are you sitting here anyway, the big chairs are over there?” She had her crayons out by then and was starting to color a half colored picture.

“A-ahjusshi?! I’m your oppa! Oppa…” Glancing up the little girl giggled but nodded.

“This side is more fun, don’t you think?” Her crayon moved back and forth over the page while she thought about what he said. Grinning, she nodded again.

“Okay...oppa.” A bright grin broke over his face.

“Oy Hoseok hyung!” Snapping his head to the left, Hoseok saw that his friend was calling him. Scrambling up he tripped over his feet and knocked the chair over. The little girl was giggling at him again and he flashed her one more smile before fixing the chair and walking over to the front desk. A mob of kids rushed out of one of the room and he almost got mauled down. They were intense but he couldn’t help but smile at them.

“Ready, Taehyung-ah?” He asked to the mop of caramelized haired boy in front of him.

“Almost. His class is just ending.”

Hoseok’s phone buzzed again,

Yoongi hyung 4:52pm:

Who?

Hoseok-ah 4:52pm:

You’ll seeee ;)

Pocketing his phone, Hoseok ignored the sure to be cursing Min Yoongi for his brattiness. Pleased with himself, he leaned his arm on Taehyung’s shoulder even though the boy was taller than him. Taehyung was waiting patiently, eyes peeled on the door that had just opened. A moment later, a shorter male with really defined biceps walked out, some sweat gracing his brow. He bowed his head slightly to a few parents who stopped to say a few things to him and then his eyes found his friends.

“Tae!” The other male called excitedly and Hoseok’s friend boxy smile made it’s appearance. Pinching his friend on the arm.

“Where have you been hiding the hottie calling your name?” Taehyung turned his head towards Hoseok and wiggled his brows.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Then he dropped Hoseok’s arm of him and rushed over to the so-called hottie. Hoseok hung back and watched the exchange. Taehyung pretending the hottie smelled back, the hottie smacking Taehyung in the chest and acting offended only for them to break out into giggles half a second later. Hoseok was entranced and he thought he could watch the other from afar forever.

“Hyung,” A familiar voice entered the room and Hoseok forced himself to tear his eyes away from the angel only to be surprised. Jeon Jungkook? He watched as the male approached Taehyung and the angel. Hoseok also watched just how the angel’s eyes lit up when he saw Jungkook. Ahh… He never thought in a million years that he would come across Jungkook’s soulmate so casually. Small world. Really small.

Keeping quiet, he watched how the two interacted, it was like seeing a mirror of him and Yoongi. They were puzzle pieces that fit so well. He was slightly disappointed since he had made plans to hit on the other man but it was what it was. A part of him was glad that Yoongi hadn’t met Jungkook’s soulmate. He would be jealous in general but even more so since the man was stunning. Anyone would fear that Jungkook would fall out of love with them and into the arms of the person that… well, that he was meant to be with.

Funny, how his heart hurt for someone else. For his own soulmate.

“Hoseokie!” Hearing his name being called, he snapped out of his own haze and walked over with a polite smile on his face. Propping his arm back on Taehyung’s shoulder he nodded to them all. His eyes lingering on the angel’s face for longer than necessary before looking at the person he had just seen at an odd hour of the night. Hoseok missed the light blush that presented itself on the angel’s cheeks.

“Hey Jungkook.”

The tightness from that night was back in Jungkook’s face. He was polite though, smiling tersely, he greeted Hoseok.

“Hi hyung.”

It wasn’t hard for Hoseok to see how the air shifted between the two and the angel’s hand reached towards Jungkook’s, his pinky connecting with the other males. Comfort. It was something they did best. Raising his eyes back at Jungkook, he saw how the man relaxed even if just slightly.

“I didn’t know you knew Jungkookie. Do you know Jimin too then?” Looking back towards Taehyung, Hoseok shook his head no.

“Unfortunately, I haven’t had the pleasure to meet him.” Training his eyes back on the angel who now had a name he smiled brightly. Jimin couldn’t meet his eyes for more than half a second before he was glancing at the ground and then back up with a shy smile.

“Hi, I’m Jimin. I work with Jungkookie here and Tae is my new roommate.” He sounded very chipper and Hoseok wished he could listen to him talk some more.

“Got any plans tonight? Hobi and I are about to get some food. Yoongi’s paying right?!” Taehyung nudged Hoseok for confirmation. He nodded and smirked devilishly,

“Yep, pizza. He owes me but we should pick up some beer on the way back. You’re welcome to join.” If Taehyung hadn’t already offered an invitation even if it wasn’t quite as blunt, Hoseok wouldn’t have offered. Unfortunately, Taehyung didn’t know what was going on between the lovebirds and it was only natural that he extended the offer to Yoongi’s longtime boyfriend and friend.

“Really?!” Jimin’s eyes sparkled in excitement at the invite but Jungkook cut in before he could say anything more.

“Sorry, I have another class.” Jimin innocently turned towards Jungkook and quirked his head in question,

“But Kookie it’s Wednesday and you do-”

A sharp tug on his pinky and Jimin finally got the hint.

“Oh, oh, yeah. The new class you added. Ah, I forgot.” Taehyung reached for Jimin’s other hand with both of his and swung the arm back and forth.

“That sucks that you can’t come but Jiminie you can come right? Right?!” The puppy eyes that were being trained on the angel almost had him cracking but Jimin shook his head.

“Sorry TaeTae, I’m still training so I need to shadow the next class.” Immediately after, Taehyung started pouting. It was the most ridiculous pout Hoseok had ever seen. Smacking him on the back,

“Come on, they’re busy. Let’s go grab beer before Yoongi really turns into a grump. I’m sure he’s been moping all day as it is.”

There was no hiding the fact that he had sad that last bit for Jungkook to hear. It wasn’t a lie either. For the few hours Yoongi had been up, Hoseok was positive that the man moped the majority of it.

“It was nice meeting you Jimin-sshi. Let’s hang out next time. Bye Jungkook, good luck with your class.” He waved at the both of them, dragging a Taehyung behind him only to have the angel rush up to them right before they made it to the door.

“Tae, I need the key.”

Fumbling in his pocket, Taehyung found the entire reason he had stopped by the dance studio in the first place. Pulling it out along with a gum wrapper he handed both to Jimin.

“Keep the change.” Jimin looked down into his hand and huffed in annoyance.

“Get out.” He swatted at his roommate and Hoseok made note of how adorably small Jimin’s hands were. Maybe he should pick up a second job. He had more than enough dance experience.

Poking the taller man’s side, Jimin silently asked the other to speak up. Jungkook stopped picking up his towel from the floor and looked behind him. He exhaled a long sigh and took a seat on the floor of the studio.

“Why did you make me lie? It’s Wednesday, we close early on Wednesdays.” Jimin asked as he took a seat next to the younger male.

“Hyung… Did you miss whose place they were going over to?” Jungkook looked at Jimin as if he should know this answer. Wracking his brain for a name, Jimin tried to think of who was mentioned but all he could see was Hoseok’s heart shaped smile in his mind and instead he began to smile too.

“Ugh, hyung! Why are you smiling so creepily.” Ears tinging pink, Jimin snapped out of it and erased the smile asap.

“W-what are you talking about?”

“Oh no.. Don’t tell me… Ew, seriously? Don’t tell me you have a crush on Tae now?! You promised that wasn’t going to happen.” Jungkook shoved Jimin away from him.

“Didn’t we talk about what happened with your last roommate. You don’t want a repea-”

“Jeon Jungkook! Who would like that oddball? Hoseok is much more attractive.” The shock resonated around the room from both boys. Jimin was flushing as dark as a tomato now, he hadn’t meant to say that much and Jungkook was just...welll, shocked.

“Hoseok hyung? Huh…” He tutted while raising a brow at the shorter male next to him. Patting Jimin’s arm in sympathy and understanding, Jungkook spoke again.

“It’s okay, I thought the same thing when I first met Hoseok but you haven’t gotten to know him yet. That will disappear soon enough.” Jimin scowled at the younger but let it go because he didn’t want the spotlight on him anymore. Laying down he rested his head in Jungkook’s lap and moved the younger’s hand into his hair. It garnered a small chuckle from Jungkook but he appeased his hyung and played with his hair.

“So, whose house are they going to?”

“Yoongi hyung’s.” A sadness seeped out and Jimin didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. Everything was understood. All too well, everything was understood.

Two six packs in, three pizza’s demolished, Yoongi relaxed against the arm of his couch watching Hoseok and Taehyung hurl insults at the other as they played street fighter on the PS4. It was a good night. A good distraction. Taehyung was always a wild card but in a good way. Yoongi liked to grumble but he had a soft spot for the kid even if it wasn’t shown all that often.

“Hyung, I’m about to crush this loser over here. You have to play me next!” Taehyung spoke excitedly as he smashed some buttons that were supposed to be a combo but half the time Yoongi just thought Tae was hitting whatever buttons he could with no real strategy.

“Sure, sure, if you win.” The younger whooped, as he hadn’t been able to get Yoongi to play with him a single round so far. Which made sense, Yoongi often preferred to watch from the sidelines and when he did jump in, he could get really really competitive.

“Oh hyung.”

“Hmm?”

“We saw Jungkook today. It’s a shame you weren’t with us. It was after his class and I know how you like to ogle him while he’s all sweaty.” Taehyung was snickering to himself but unfortunately he couldn’t tell how the mood had shifted. He was too enthralled in the game and Hoseok lost his edge immediately. A few seconds later, it was a KO and Taehyung won.

The boy jumped up, whooped and ran around the couch before plopping right back down in his spot and tossing Hoseok’s controller up to Yoongi, eyes glued on the screen again. Hoseok looked over at Yoongi but kept quiet. Pushing everything to the back of his mind, Yoongi grasped the controller and focused on the screen.

Taehyung lost three times in a row. Yoongi had a smug smile. Hoseok was content with the evening.

Jungkook-ah 11:37pm:

I miss you (unsent)

The days flew by and it was the weekend before Jungkook realized it. He had been spending a lot of time at Jimin and Taehyung’s place. He didn’t like going home but he didn’t want to think about that. Jimin didn’t mind and Taehyung didn’t really seem to notice anything odd. Or if he did, he kept his mouth shut about it. Jimin had spent the previous day trying to tell Jungkook that he needed to talk with Yoongi. Whether it was to end things or make up, it needed to be figured out. This only upset the younger and immediately after, Jimin tried to placate him instead. They both weren’t used to this soulmate, feeling each others feelings thing. It was hard getting used to how hurting your soulmate hurt you ten-fold. An uppercut and a sucker punch directly after. It was a bitch.

Taehyung was throwing clothes at Jungkook, as the other male just stood there letting the clothes that hit him in the face fall to the floor. His eyes were glowing with daggers but Kim Taehyung seemed to be oblivious to everything.

“Yah! Kim Taehyung!” He finally had enough, the other stopped turning around and just laughed.

“I told you, we’re going out and you’re wearing those clothes. Put it on. Yelling at me gets you nowhere.” Taehyung chuckled some more and picked up the black ripped skinny jeans and pressed them against Jungkook’s chest.

Pinching a cheek, he sweetly said, “Get moving sweet cheeks.” as he walked past, Taehyung slapped the younger’s firm butt cheek. Jungkook dropped the clothes again and stormed after Taehyung, picking up over his shoulder and slamming him down on the elders bed. He huffed, glaring at a still laughing Taehyung.

“Fine!”

Rolling out of his bed, Taehyung went over to pester Jimin. Pester was a lie, he went to tell Jimin nicely to get dressed they were going out. He even so kindly hinted at meeting some attractive people. As for who, of course he wasn’t going to tell.

Stirring his drink for the umpteenth time, Yoongi looked around the nightclub and sighed. What was he doing here? Oh right, Hoseok had beat him at rock paper scissors and now he was forced to be in this crowded, loud night club. He didn’t dance so why would he go to a night club? He wasn’t single… or was he? It sure felt like he was single. A small part of him was hoping that he wasn’t but what else would you call this? Sighing again, he picked up his drink and downed it all in one go.

A hand clapped his back,

“Whoa there cowboy. It’s too early to be downing our drinks like that.” A deep voice spoke over all of the music and chatter of the joint they were in. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he looked at the silver haired man who could be none other than Namjoon.

“Cowboy? Have you been out of the country for too long?” He scoffed and waved the bartender over for another as well as a shot of patron for his friend. Namjoon laughed and leaned against the bar.

“Maybe I have. You look good tonight hyung. Is that...eyeliner? Hah, how did Hobi rope you into that?!” Yoongi smacked the finger away that was pointing at his eyes. He was about to wonder how the guy even noticed but he was on the brighter side of the bar so maybe that was enough.

“Your fault you dick.” He grumbled and it only made Namjoon laugh even more. Hoseok had truly conned Yoongi into this night because they hadn't seen Namjoon since he returned from the states. Some big business deal he had to fly over there for like six months. It had been too long. They needed to get out and somewhere down the road he had been coaxed into actually dressing like he cared. If ripped jeans, a slightly more form fitting white shirt and a leather jacket was caring.

It was.

Why? To hell if he knew.

It wasn’t long before he lost another bet and was pulled onto the dance floor. Seriously, what the hell, were the gods against him or something. Yoongi made sure to take another shot right before he was forced on the floor though.

“Hyung looks like he’s having fun.” Namjoon yelled over the crowd to Hoseok who was next to him at the edge of the dance floor. They both watched Yoongi in the thick of things with some girl who had managed to sidle up to Yoongi.

“He really needs it. This breakup has been harsh.” Hoseok had never said those words before and it felt odd to say it but what else did you call it. Namjoon’s eyes widened.

“Shit, Hobi. I missed a lot while I was gone.” They both nodded, eyes glued on Yoongi happy that he had finally just let himself loose. Setting his empty glass down, Hoseok slipped into the throngs of bumping bodies and danced circles around most but he wasn’t dancing for them anyway.

“Three Red Headed Sluts.” Taehyung called to the bartender with three fingers raised. Both Jungkook and Jimin judged the other hard. It took him a moment but Taehyung looked from his left to his right.

“What?! Don’t knock it until you try it.”

Ignoring their lame asses, Taehyung pulled out his credit card and slid it across the bar.

“Keep it open.” Passing out their shots, he raised his up to cheers with them. Jimin and Jungkook exchanged a look but raised their glasses and knocked it back. Jungkook refused to admit it but the shot wasn’t that bad at all. He even ordered another without letting Taehyung see. He’d never live it down if the other male had found out.

They knocked back a couple more drinks at the bar before Jimin caught his roommate roaming the crowd like he had a purpose.

“Who you looking for?” Jimin leaned head against the taller boys shoulder in an attempt to be looking from the same angle. He didn’t see anyone that particularly stood out. Though, the place was packed as it was a Friday night.

“Just a hyung. He mentioned he might be here tonight, it's been awhile since I last saw him. A grin flashed over his face. Taking the last swig of his Dirty Shirley, Taehyung pushed off of the bar.

“Let go dance, it’s ready for us now.” he called behind him already on the move.

Jungkook and Jimin exchanged looks before finishing up their drinks and following suit. Jungkook calling to his hyung that was far ahead of him,

“It’s never ready for us.” He couldn’t deny that after two drinks and two shots he was feeling pretty good. He wasn’t sure why he had been dreading coming to this club in the first place. It wasn’t that bad at all. Especially not since they had mostly been left alone. There were a few girls here and there that had eyed them but been too shy to approach, instead trying to invite them with their eyes. To which they had all ignored, for now. Who knew how the end of the night would turn out.

By the time Jimin and Jungkook made it down to the dance floor, Taehyung had found Namjoon and was laughing loudly at whatever had been said by the man. The other two stopped by the edge of the dance floor watching Taehyung and Namjoon. Jimin leaned in to Jungkook so he could speak easier over the music.

“Who is Tae with?”

“Ah, Kim Namjoon. I don’t know him that well but they’re friends.” Jungkook filled in his hyung while turning his eyes away from two who looked like they were in their own world and roamed over the dance floor. That was until Jimin grabbed Jungkook’s arm suddenly. His eyes were much brighter than a few moments ago.

“I’m going to go dance with someone. I’ll be back.” He looked at Jimin but didn’t question just nodded to him, sending him off. Jimin flashed him a smile and then wiggled his way through the crowd. Jungkook followed him with his eyes and soon found out why he had just been ditched.

Jung Hoseok.

He couldn’t help but laugh, it wasn’t long before Jimin had garnered Hoseok’s attention and the two began to actually dance with each other and not whoever Hoseok had previously been dancing with just a moment ago. Oh, Park Jimin, you’re not going to live this down later. Jungkook started to dance his way along the dance floor. Trying to find a spot he wanted to claim as his own. He managed to dance his way away from someone who was a little to free with their hands. Only to find his gaze land on someone he could never mistake for anyone else.

Those raven locks now had blue streaked throughout, he wouldn’t have even noticed it if the lights in the club hadn’t spun across his hair for a moment. A leather jacket, no the leather jacket that Jungkook had refused to tell Yoongi if it looked good on him or not. Simply because it made the male look so devilishly good that he wanted to jump his bones right there. He was glad he couldn’t see what type of goddamn it! A body moved and now he could see just how well those jeans hugged his ass.

Jungkook sucked in a breath, this was not how the night was supposed to go. He wasn’t supposed to be thinking about Min Yoongi. He wasn’t supposed to be seeing him and he most definitely wasn’t supposed to wanting to pin the man to the nearest wall. It didn’t last long though, Yoongi wasn’t alone. Which made sense, Yoongi didn’t dance. No, he never danced unless he had a partner and that partner had to drag him onto the dance floor or he was beyond wasted.

Long black silky hair flipped past and Jungkook saw her. Min Yoongi had a partner and despite what Jungkook wanted to say, she was cute. She was really cute. Moving closer, he eyed the too of them noticing each movement of Yoongi’s hands sliding along her hips. The way she would bend forward slightly to rub her ass against his crotch and each smile. Each and every smile she was giving him. There were too many. Jealousy was flaring and he was sure that Jimin could feel it but maybe the alcohol and good time the other was having would dull it.

Jungkook was too preoccupied to care. He couldn’t get his eyes to leave and before he knew it, he had danced his way with one fool after another over to Yoongi. He accidentally bumped into the elder, but didn’t even get a glance his way, so Jungkook did it again. Still nothing, which only fueled his annoyance even more. This time he slid his hand against Yoongi’s which was daring since the girl clearly had her arms around his neck.

It worked.

His favorite coal colored eyes were on him and they didn’t leave. Both continued to move their bodies with the music but their eyes only gazed at each other. Jungkook’s were lit with a fire he didn’t bother hiding and Yoongi was surprised not sure he was seeing things properly. Then Yoongi broke the gaze so he could check out the other from head to toe and back up. His tongue ran across his bottom lip unconsciously. Jungkook moved even closer and Yoongi was removing the girl's arms from around him turning completely towards the one and only person he’s been longing for, for weeks.

Yoongi’s hands reached for Jungkook’s hips and pulled him against him, the two moving their bodies to their own rhythm. It was still in time with the music but no one was quite synced just as the two of them were. Words weren’t exchanged, it was too loud to talk even if they wanted to. Jungkook ran his hand through Yoongi’s hair, curling his fingers and tugging on it. His hips grinding against the other, his eyes full of desire not wavering. Yoongi’s hand slid up Jungkook’s chest to his neck, fingers gripping his chin but hesitating. The younger didn’t though, he rushed in lips against the other.

The kiss wasn’t magical, it was hard, caution to the wind and intoxicating. There was no asking for asking just intruding but is it truly intruding when you were welcome all along? Yoongi’s mouth welcomed him back enthusiastically and kissed him back just as rushed, impatient, wanting to swallow all of him. Greedy, it was so greedy. Jungkook’s hand slid up underneath the shirt Yoongi was wearing, dying to feel skin on skin, it was so warm, growing hotter with each passing moment. He yanked on Yoongi’s hair again causing the man to growl and bite none too gently on his bottom lip before sucking on it between his teeth. Jungkook ran his fingernails down the other's back, while rolling his hips over and over against his hyung. When their lips finally pulled apart it was curses that was leaving them.

“Fuck..Fuck Jungkook.”

This time Yoongi dove in, kissing the other as if he hadn’t seen him in years. That was what it felt like. Separating from each other didn’t seem like a viable option. Of course they had to and sooner rather than later. If they didn’t they might just make a spectacle of themselves on the dance floor and really put on a show. Jungkook pull back staring into Yoongi’s eyes.

“Don’t dance with anyone else again.” He yanked on the elders hair and he had to bite back a moan.

“Got it?” The harshness and possessiveness of the youngers words made Yoongi shiver in need. He pulled Jungkook in for another kiss, nipping at his lip before licking along it.

“Got it.” He muttered in between kisses. It wasn’t often that he let Jungkook boss him around but every now and then. Every now and then it was welcome and really, really, hot. Jungkook slid his hand into Yoongi’s and pulled him out of the throng of people. He didn’t even see that the both of them had brushed completely by Jimin and Hoseok who had been witness to everything emotionally and may or may not had spurred the two of them on in an intense and much too fast kind of way.

Pulling apart Jimin was pink from head to foot but thankfully you couldn’t tell with the dimness of the club. Running his hand through his hair, he looked off to the side.

“I need a drink.” Hoseok grinned at the words the other had meant to mumble.

“You read my mind.” He said loudly over the crowd and pulled Jimin towards the bar.

The cab ride to surprisingly, Jungkook’s apartment was a blur. It was a mess of hands on thigh and neck kisses, nervous glances at the cabbie who was just praying the two wouldn’t get busy in the back of his vehicle. He didn’t even care that he almost didn’t get paid for the ride. Bills were tossed up front and the man didn’t even bother counting it just zoomed off before they could get back in if they made a mistake.

They didn’t. The hallway, elevator and walk to his front door was a mixture of kisses, moans and giggles with hushed nothings in each others ear. It took Jungkook four tries to unlock his door, mainly because Yoongi wouldn’t stop sucking on his earlobe and it was so damn distracting. The two stumbled through the door only to end up with Yoong’s back flat against the door and Jungkook getting him back with an attack on his neck while simultaneously shedding the elder of his leather jacket. Pushing the younger off, the two slowly made their way, each piece of clothing coming off as they made their way through the apartment. Pit stops were made, mainly against the kitchen table which Yoongi very proudly bent Jungkook over and removed his pants, and the back of the couch where Jungkook practically shoved Yoongi onto. It took awhile but they finally made it to the bedroom with maybe a sock or two on. With Jungkook spread underneath him, reaching for Yoongi,

“Yoongi-yah, I need you. Right here. Right now.”

He properly devoured him at his request.

Sunlight found its way across the bedsheets and Jungkook snuggled further into what felt like someone's neck. Of course it couldn’t be someone’s neck because he had been sleeping alone for weeks now. Dreams were the best. He didn’t want to wake up. It felt like one of those moments when you were half awake but still half dreaming and if you just snuggled harder you could fall right back into that dream without much interruption. Jungkook did that.

About a hour later, the man opened his eyes just to promptly close them again and pull the covers up over his head. It took another five minutes before he let go of the blanket and sighed at the morning that was awaiting him. He couldn’t help himself but rolled his head over to the left and saw that no one was there. Groaning, he had a dull headache. It would go away with a couple of pills he was sure.

Reaching his arm towards the nightstand he felt around for his phone but couldn’t find anything. Rolling over he looked and saw nothing, maybe it’s on the floor? Jungkook leaned over the bed and didn’t see his phone. What the hell did he do with it last night? He couldn’t recall. Sitting up he looked down and realized he was naked. If he was naked and alone in his bed, then damn he really had a good night with the alcohol. Scratching the back of his head, Jungkook pushed the covers aside and stood up. He felt stiff but ignored it, sometimes dreams were much too real. Honestly, he was a little worried that he had slept with some random last night and they had left like any good one night stand would.

Just thinking about this made him groan even more. Rubbing his chest while yawning, he padded out into the living room and started to see pieces of his clothing. Well, Taehyung’s clothing. Once he made it to the kitchen he found his pants and his phone. Pulling it out, Jungkook went to turn it on. Nothing. Of course it was dead.

Walking back towards his bedroom, he yawned again only to stop short as another person with black hair streaked with blue stepped out of his bathroom in just a towel.

“Shit.” He muttered under his breath. Last night wasn’t a dream, he wasn’t stiff for nothing, last night wasn’t a dream. “Shit.”

Turning around, Yoongi stared at the other before a lazy smirk spread across his lips. Jungkook stared back at Yoongi and noticed how there was still a slight residue from his eyeliner the other. Fuck him, he did wear eyeliner. The man really was dressed to kill.

“This is the best dream I’ve had in a long time, don’t wake me.” The sleep slurred words filled Jungkook’s ears and he shivered. It had been too long since he had heard Yoongi’s sleep ridden voice. He had almost forgotten how much he loved it. Jungkook didn’t know what to say so he just chuckled and went to plug in his phone. As he walked past Yoongi he didn’t see how the man had reached out for him but hesitated and dropped his arm back by his side.

Ruffling his own hair, Yoongi went to go collect his clothes.

“Jesus, did he throw my clothes out the window or something?” he grumbled to himself as it felt like all of his clothes were in places they should have never ended up. Bringing them back into the room he started to get dressed.

“I’ll leave in a moment.” Jungkook had his back to Yoongi so the elder couldn’t watch him hold his breath at those words nor let out a deep silent sigh. He nodded,

“Alright.” the words were barely audible but enough for Yoongi to hear. With just his jeans on, he turned on his phone screen. 8% battery life and more than enough missed calls and texts. He let out a sigh.

“Sorry, I should have asked before I used your shower.”

“It’s fine hyung.”

Yoongi shoved the phone back in his jeans pocket not bothering to reply to the messages yet. Instead he pulled on his shirt and his leather jacket, mussing up his hair again. He chanced a glance over to the younger only to find him staring at him.

“Jungkook-”

The younger raised his eyes to Yoongi’s and he froze. He didn’t know what he was going to say, his mind was a blank.”

“Beautiful…”

“Uh, what?”

“Oh uh, nothing.” Yoongi coughed to clear his throat and his mind. He hadn’t meant to muter that.

“If you don’t want to be bombarded leave your phone off. It uh looks like Hoseok and uh Ji-Jimin have been looking for us.”

“Ah…” Jungkook looked away, disappointed. He didn’t know what he expected but he knew he didn’t want that type of response.  Nodding his head, he added,

“I should probably shower too.”  Yoongi walked to the door and stopped looking over his shoulder.

“Don’t let Jimin worry too much. It uh, it hurts you know?” He coughed again,

“Ah, well you’ll figure it out.” Turning ahead, he didn’t see Jungkook looking after him. He didn’t see the longing, he didn’t see the uncertainty, he didn’t see that Jungkook wanted him to stay.

Hearing the door click close, Jungkook still stood there staring after him.

“I missed you.”

Pulling his phone out of his pocket, halfway home, Yoongi decided to just called Hoseok.

“Thank god! Hyung, how could you not even tell me you were home?!” The relief was quickly followed by scolding.

“I wasn’t home. Still aren’t.” There was a pause on the other line.

“Oh… Well, you still should have told me you were okay! You just left without telling anyone.”

“I don’t expect you to tell me when you’re going to fuck someone Hoseok-ah, why would I tell you.”

There was another long pause at the end of the line and then the hesitance returned.

“Hyung… you know I could tell-”

“Right, so I shouldn’t have to tell you.” His voice was starting to raise to a louder decibel. Letting out a frustrated groan he shoved his keys into the lock and opened his door.

“Sorry, Hoseok-ah. I just made another mess. Everything’s a fucking mess. Any semblance of progress is right out the fucking window.”

Yoongi kicked off his shoes and went straight to the coffee pot. God how he needed some caffeine. Luckily he didn’t have a hangover but he felt like he had one. An emotional one. He really didn’t know what the hell was wrong with him. Why was Jungkook even there last night?

“But you don’t regret it.” It wasn’t a question. Hoseok was stating a fact. A fact that Yoongi couldn’t deny. He didn’t. He didn’t one bit. Jungkook could send him to the depths of hell for centuries and he still wouldn’t regret last night. Just remembering how the others touch felt against his skin, gave him goosebumps. He needed it.

“No… no, I don’t. I just don’t want him to have a hard time with Jumin now.”

Laughter broke over the phone and Yoongi scrunched his nose up in confusion and annoyance at just how loud it was. Pulling the phone away from his ear, he glared at his phone and decided to just put Hoseok on speaker phone and set him down on the counter.

“It’s Jimin. Why do you keep calling him Jumin?” Tapping his fingers impatiently on the counter, he waited for the coffee to finish brewing. It was taking much longer than he would have liked. God, he knew he should have invested in a damn keurig.

“Because it makes me feel better. He can be that twisted twink from Magical Messenger or whatever it’s called.”

“Mystic Messenger and Han Jumin is not a twink.” Yoongi’s fingers stopped tapping the counter and he looked over at his phone as if he could see Hoseok through it.

“How do you know, huh? Have you played Magical Messenger?” a cough could be heard from the other end and this time Yoongi laughed. He laughed hard, so hard that he was slapping the counter and his gums were showing.

“Jung Hoseok, you play Magical Messenger! Oh this is so good. Is Jumin your favorite?! H-how many times have you played.” Yoongi continued to laugh while the other line was screeching some nonsense about how they had never played and a load of crock because Yoongi knew otherwise.

Well, he kept laughing until he turned around and saw the very person he had just left about 45 minutes ago standing in his house unannounced.

“I-I gotta go.” Smashing his hand over the phone, Yoongi tried to hit the end button but it took him a few times before he did. His eyes were trained on wet hair plastered to Jungkook’s head as he stood at the edge of his kitchen.

“Will you laugh like that for me hyung?” Yoongi was at a loss of words and just stood there staring at the man in front of him. His hand gripped the edge of the counter harder with each step that Jungkook took towards him. His knuckles were turning white.

“You always do it for Hobi hyung, but can you do it for me?”

Yoongi felt a hand over his, gently peeling his frozen fingers from the edge of the counter.

“Hmm?” The younger was still questioning him and working his hand away from the counter. It took awhile for him to find his voice as well as for him to relax his hand. Yoongi made it though, he still couldn’t believe what he was seeing was real.

“Y-yeah…” The stutter he couldn’t control nor could he control just how much warmth spread through his chest when he saw a smile directed at him from Jungkook’s lips.

“Jimin is great hyung. He understands me in a way I could only watch unfold between you and Hoseok. I get it now. I get just how amazing it feels to have that one person who can be your other half, can soothe you with just a look. Who shares what you feel and doesn’t mind sharing that burden. There’s nothing like it. Nothing.” Yoongi could only swallow the lump in his throat as he listened to his former lover in front of him. Who was still holding the hand he had just peeled off of the granite.

“He smiles when I smile, laughs when I laugh, argues with me and likes to pretend he’s mad when he’s not. He shares my sadness and I share his. I never realized just how much pain I could feel from another. It hurts. It’s such a different feeling from when I hurt myself. I know you understand what I’m saying, it’s so hard to explain. I get it now. You know what hurts me the most though?”

Jungkook’s warm chocolate eyes kept holding Yoongi’s gaze. They never waved, steadfast directly on the shorter man. His thumb rubbed over Yoongi’s hand. Back and forth, back and forth. Yoongi remained frozen. He felt like if he was to move everything was going to shatter. He was waiting for Jungkook to shatter it anyway but he wanted the illusion that everything would be okay would last as long as possible.

“What hurts the most, hyung… What hurts the most isn’t when I hurt Jimin or when he hurts me. No, what hurts the most is when you walk out my door. When I can’t see you anymore. When I don’t hear your voice. When you smile for someone else. When you leave, hyung. That hurts the most.”

Jungkook stepped even closer to Yoongi, they were only a few inches apart now. He cupped Yoongi’s cheek, thumb caressing him. Eyes just as warm as ever.

“What you did was wrong but I forgive you. Can you forgive me for leaving not once but twice?” The slight quiver in Jungkook’s voice made Yoongi’s chest tighten. He wanted to envelope the man in such a tight embrace that he’d never let go and Jungkook would feel just how much he cared for him. How, he never needed to forgive him before there was nothing to forgive. He had been in the wrong, he was the one who had caused this mess. He wanted to tell Jungkook just how perfect and precious he was.

Yoongi was a master with words, but words on paper, clips of thoughts and phrases, words in songs. They were easy, feelings and spoken ones were not. Which is why he didn’t hesitate this time to press his lips gently against the love of his life. He poured his heart and soul into that kiss. It was nothing compared to the rushed, lustful kisses they shared the night before. It was slow, gentle and sweet. It was intense in it’s own respects but felt like a cool breeze on a hot summer day.

When Jungkook opened his eyes, Yoongi was already staring at him, eyes sparkling with any emotions the other couldn’t feel through the kiss, with all the reaffirmation possible.

“Always, Jungkook-ah. I’ll always forgive you.” The smile Yoongi’s eyes bestowed upon was stunning. Just how the sun rises and falls, the stars dot the sky and guide you back home. That’s what Jungkook’s smile did for Yoongi. It guided him right back home, where he belonged.

“I love you, Yoongi-yah.” He slid his arms around Jungkook’s waist, eyes unable to look away from the man he hadn’t seen nearly enough of for far too long.

“I love you too.”

A loud cough broke the moment between the two love birds, as Hoseok would call them later.

“Sorry to interrupt this lovefest but thank god!” It of course was Hoseok. He had rushed over in a flurry, thinking something had happened to Yoongi but it was just Jungkook. Rushing over he enveloped them both in a hug and began jumping about.

“I didn’t know how much I could handle, Jungkookie.” He whispered to the younger and then jumped a few more times. Yoongi was scrunching his nose in disapproval but seeing Jungkook laughing, he kept his aversion to himself. He wanted to hear that beautiful tinkling laugh of his for all of time.

“Is there a reason you’re still here Hoseok-ah?” A deep grumbling erupted in Yoongi’s bedroom. Jungkook was on his left, holding his hand while Hoseok was on his right also holding his hand. As much as he loved his best friend, he wasn’t making it quiet that he really just wanted to be alone with Jungkook. The younger was trying to stifle his laugh behind his hand.

“Did you forget we all have plans to watch a movie?” He sniffed as if he was offended at being told without being told to get out. It was a couple days later, since Hoseok had the good sense to leave those two alone after the kitchen reunion lest he wanted his ass kicked by Yoongi. A couple days was more than enough, thought. At least he thought so. Jungkook also didn’t seem to mind either.

“Movie?”

Jungkook turned towards Yoongi and smacked him on the chest.

“You’re the one who invited him how could you forget. Jeez, you’re the worst. Why are you friends with him hyung?” Yoongi scoffed at the insult he had just been dealt.

“I don’t know Jungkookie, maybe you should just replace him as my best friend. At least you don’t forget about me.” Hoseok pretended to be upset and Jungkook giggled but agreed to replace Yoongi.

“Uh, excuse you Jung Hoseok,. Jungkookie is mine.” A groan could be heard but everyone ignored it. Jungkook propped up to look at Jimin who had appeared. Hoseok, raised both of his brows, surprised by the possessive side of Jimin.

“Why is Jumin here?” The same person who groaned asked another question he should know the answer to.

“It’s Jimin!” Jungkook and Hoseok yelled at Yoongi simultaneously.

Standing by the entryway to Yoongi’s bedroom, Jimin’s ears turned pink and he looked shyly away.

“Sorry, hyung but you didn’t lock your door again so I uh, let myself in.” This time Yoongi got flicked in the head and let out a howl in pain.

“How many times do I have to tell you to lock the door?”

“One more?” He teased and got flicked again. Hoseok and Jimin broke into laughter at the two. Sitting up fully, Hoseok watched Jimin standing there awkwardly by the door. Feeling eyes on him, Jimin met the gaze and smiled.

“Come on let's watch the movie.” Hoseok tugged on Yoongi’s hand that he was still holding but let go to walk with Jimin out to the living room. Leaving the two lovebirds to pretend to bicker, like they did from time to time.

Or perhaps they did so that way they could get another moment to sneak in a private kiss.

“If I come in there and you’re kissing again,” Hoseok called to the others,

“We’re not watching Iron Man!” Jimin finished for the other. They exchanged looks and laughed while hearing Jungkook and Yoongi groan before shuffling into the room and smooshing on the couch together for movie night.