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"So," Seokjin prompted as they waited to cross the street.
"So?" Jungkook echoed. He was determinedly looking ahead instead of at Seokjin. You seem nervous had been tried and failed. Seokjin generally let himself be dragged along easily enough, but he was starting to piece together the goal of today's adventure. Half an idea, half a joke.
"Is this a date?"
"Ha," Jungkook said, half choked, stumbling over his feet and his words. "What? Don't be ridiculous, hyung. What makes you think that?"
Seokjin looked down at their joined hands, Jungkook's fingers tight around his own, and the picnic basket in Jungkook's other hand.
"Looks suspiciously like a date to me."
Jungkook made a nervous little sound. Seokjin could feel his fingers twitch around his own, sweatier than the weather strictly called for.
"Hyung, please work with me here."
"Well, doesn't it?" he pressed. It had been half a joke in the first place, but now he was intrigued. Half a joke and half...
"I don't know what you're talking about," Jungkook claimed. He looked more nervous than he did just before a concert. Seokjin felt kind of sorry for him, but if he was going to be dragged on guerilla dates he'd really like to be in the know, thank you very much.
"What a coincidence then," he mused innocently.
"What is?" Jungkook asked. He looked round and Seokjin nodded at the picnic basket. He smiled. "Ah!" he said and it was part relief, part a slyness he wasn't hiding as well he probably thought he was. "How you enjoy picnics and I just so happened—"
"No," Seokjin interrupted, "how Namjoon literally asked me about my literal perfect date literally yesterday evening and how I literally mentioned literal picnics."
"Oh. That."
"Should've roped in a more subtle accomplice, Jungkookie." He nudged their shoulders together. "Although I guess Taehyung shouting 'good luck on your date' as we left was also fairly damning, in the circumstances."
The corner of Jungkook's mouth twitched. "In the circumstances," he agreed. He looked at Seokjin from the corner of his eyes. "Hyung, please at least wait until we get there before you decide, okay?"
"Decide what?"
Jungkook chewed on his bottom lip. "It doesn't have to be a date," he said. Seokjin laughed, pleased and amused.
(Half a joke and half a hope.)
"But you want it to be a date. You want to take me on a date. You're taking me on a date. You lo—"
Jungkook made a flaily arm movement like he wanted to shush Seokjin, only aborted because of the ponderous swing of the picnic basket hitting him in the elbow. "I want to do this properly! If you just wait until we get to the actual date part—"
"We seem to be doing fine so far," Seokjin said, swinging their joined hands between them. "So you're admitting it's a date, right? Just admit it."
"You know, if anyone were to date you, I bet they'd be really into gagging you," Jungkook muttered.
"Patience, Jungkookie. I don't do any kinky shit until at least the third date. Personal rule," Seokjin said. He hummed happily as Jungkook was once again reduced to twitchy fingers and almost stuttery why are you like this-es. "Stop complaining," Seokjin told him, "you started it."
Seokjin wrinkled his nose as he looked around. "The roof of the recording studio? Really?"
"We could go to the park and get mobbed if you really want to," Jungkook said. He'd walked ahead and was busying himself with laying out the pink Hello Kitty blanket.
"The roof is fine," Seokjin conceded. Jungkook paused on his knees on the blanket, half smoothed down.
"We should," he hesitated for a moment but then plunged on, "You know, one day, we should go on a real picnic in a park when we're abroad, where they won't know us."
"They know us everywhere now," Seokjin said, grinning. He stepped forward to help Jungkook with the blanket. "I'm worldwide handsome, remember."
Jungkook laughed. He looked up at Seokjin through his bangs, eyes sparkling. "Maybe in the jungle somewhere," he teased. Seokjin tapped his finger against his bottom lip, humming in exaggerated thought.
"You'd think so, wouldn't you?"
Jungkook had packed paper plates and storebought kimbap and sandwiches, perfect little triangles, two bottles of soda and two cans of beer and a plastic container which, upon closer examination, contained homemade glazed sweet potatoes. Seokjin laughed and Jungkook smiled back almost shyly.
"You did like them, right? Even if they're kinda stuck together."
"Love them," Seokjin assured him, wiggling one of them free from the rest and popping it into his mouth. Jungkook beamed.
They sat side by side on the blanket, half leaning back in the warmth of the sun. Seokjin was glad he'd been generous with the sunscreen that morning.
"So why did you take me on a date?" he asked around a mouth full of sandwich. He'd considered just elbowing Jungkook and crowing I can't believe you took me on a DATE but that would probably end in an impromptu wrestling match (again) and he did quite like to know.
Jungkook coughed, either from embarrassment or simply a stray sandwich crumb. He finished chewing before he replied, "Jimin said you'd probably punch me in the face if I just upped and kissed you."
Seokjin laughed, shook with laughter. "I wouldn't!" he protested.
"You just punched me in the arm just for telling you that."
"Arms is different than face!" Seokjin claimed. He shrugged and admitted, "I guess I'd probably have headbutted you in the nose in surprise, maybe." Jungkook looked at him, head tilted in thought.
"Would you let me kiss you without hitting me now?"
"Depends on how good a kisser you are," Seokjin joked, eyebrows raised and mouth twitching in amusement. Jungkook had seemed exasperated enough that he half expected a kiss anyway at that. Half a crush and half a joke, like everything between them seemed to be. But Jungkook just looked pained and he could feel his own smile soften. "Yes," he said.
Jungkook nodded and schooled his features into his Cool Determined Face, which was funny in itself because no matter how attractive it made him look, Seokjin knew him too well for that.
Then Jungkook, Mister Cool and Determined, leaned in to kiss him and planted his hand right in the middle of a kimbap.
Seokjin looked at his hand and then at his face and he swore he could see the panic in Jungkook's eyes behind the mask of the Determined Face, which was probably telling Jungkook's brain he would rather die, right now, than take his damn hand out of the squishy sad pile of rice and start again.
Seokjin bit his lip. He figured if he didn't do something right the hell now he'd start laughing and wouldn't stop for at least ten minutes. No. Jungkook might actually run away if he did that and Seokjin was too tired to run after him.
He leaned in and pressed his lips against Jungkook's. He could feel the huff of breath released in relief and he almost started laughing after all. But then Jungkook tilted his head and deepened the kiss and it felt too nice. Far too nice. He could kiss him forever, probably, or at least long enough.
They didn't stop until Seokjin, in an effort to get closer, put his knee right in the container of sticky sweet potatoes.
"Fuck," he breathed against Jungkook's mouth and he didn't know which of them started laughing first.
They managed to unstick the sweet potatoes from his jeans eventually. They shared the remaining kimbap between them and at least they still had the beer.
"So, do you think this was a good date?" Jungkook asked.
"This was the very worst date!" Seokjin exclaimed, punching him in the shoulder. He settled back down and glanced sideways at Jungkook. Jungkook grinned. He smiled back and leaned into him, their arms pressing warm together. He let his head rest on his shoulder for the briefest moment before straightening back up again. "Yeah," he says, "yeah, it was a good date."
"I suppose we'll only get better at it with practice." Jungkook grinned and ducked in for a quick kiss. Seokjin accepted it happily. He clinked their beer cans together.
"Sounds like a plan."