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Yoongi first met Jungkook in kindergarten.
Of course, like everyone, he doesn’t remember a lot from his very young years - but this particular day, he does remember. Most people do anyway, when it comes to the first time they saw someone’s superpower, especially if it’s someone they ended up loving.
Superpowers aren’t always obvious, or shown to everyone. But Jungkook always made it obvious, back then, made sure to have everyone see it - and he still does, sometimes, likes the attention.
His superpower wasn’t even that crazy, actually kind of common, but still it was the type that made children cry out in surprise and ‘wooh’ at. And Yoongi wasn’t a very expressive, extroverted kid, but he had still stared - and most of all, he had experienced it. Which was why, even so many years later, he still remembered.
Jungkook’s superpower was enhanced speed. And it was only a few days into Yoongi’s last year of kindergarten, when he had seen a bunch of kids laughing and yelling and pushing each other as they stood in line, and Yoongi watched the reason of their excitement with a new-found interest.
There was a kid in front of them, small and awkward-looking and still managing to get another older kid on his back, smiling proudly as he seemed to get ready to run, and then - he actually run. He started out normally, just running for a few meters, but then got faster, and faster, until it was hard to even see him, going through all the playground two times in only a few seconds.
When he came back and let the kid off his back, he looked fine, and the other one looked shocked, though both were smiling hard. Then another kid came forwards, and they run too, and it went on for a little while, until a teacher came forward to stop them, because they could fall and hurt themselves.
And Yoongi had just been staring all along, with wide eyes as he had stopped playing with his marbles. When Jungkook walked his way, breathless and stumbling just a little, he ended up stopping next to Yoongi to look at what he was doing, and then he looked up at Yoongi.
“Wah, that big red one is so cool!”
Yoongi looked down at his marbles, took the big red one, and showed it to him, “I can give it to you. But take me on your back in return?”
“Oh-” the kid smiled big, got on his knees next to Yoongi, “That’s was the one I like!”
“I know,” Yoongi said, and gave him the marble, “I read it in your mind.”
His eyes went wide, amazed, “You can read minds?”
“Yes, it’s my superpower!” Yoongi proudly stated.
“So cool!” he exclaimed, “No one reads minds in - where - uhh. I don’t know anyone who reads minds.”
Yoongi thought it was kind of funny that he was stumbling over his words, and it was probably because he was younger and couldn’t talk really well yet. It didn’t matter anyway, because he just wanted to run, too.
“I know people who run fast like you,” Yoongi went on, “But they never took me on their back. So you will, right?”
“Okay!” he easily agreed, looking happily at the marble, “Not in front of teachers. They said no.”
“When they’re not looking, please!”
“Yes!” the kid said, and smiled at him, “What’s your name?”
“Yoongi.”
“My name is Jungkook. Uh, try to know what I’m thinking!”
“Okay,” Yoongi agreed, turning towards him, “You have to look me in the eyes.”
Jungkook did, with funny, wide open eyes that made Yoongi giggle.
“You look dumb!” he laughed, making Jungkook chuckle too, “Do it normally. Um, okay - you’re thinking that I - hey, my gums aren’t that big!”
“Ooh, you read my mind! So cool, Yoongi!”
And that’s how it began. The next day Yoongi found Jungkook again, to make him keep his promise, and when he did Yoongi yelped and laughed all along and couldn’t even recognize anything around him, because Jungkook was just too fast.
A teacher stopped them, once again, and reprimanded Jungkook for doing that again. But he didn’t seem to care, as he just turned towards Yoongi afterwards and stated, “You’re my best friend, Yoongi!”
Yoongi had been so happy, because he didn’t have a best friend before - all his friends already had best friends, and when you’re a kid having only one best friend is just too important. So then he had a best friend, that could take him on his back to run super fast, and it was really nice.
Only got nicer with time.
They stayed friends all along, with little problems and a bond that grew stronger with time. Yoongi remembers a lot more stuff from his pre-teen years, about what a good time he always had with Jungkook, even with the small age difference.
They went to the same primary school, and then to the same middle school, and were very happy about it. They had known each other for a long time already, and had someone to rely on, to play with and to laugh with. They made some other friends too, but they were still best friends, because that was a thing that could not be changed. They had a good time, and protected each other, too.
Yoongi remembers a day from primary school, where they had been challenging each other over stupid things, and when it had come down to racing it hadn’t gone like they had planned.
As they were getting ready to sprint to the end of the playground, Yoongi warned Jungkook, “No cheating! You don’t get to use your power!”
Jungkook looked at him with a mischievous smile, fakely cooing, “No, I wouldn’t do that!”
“I literally just read it in your mind!”
“Ready?” Jungkook ignored his protests, sprinting away as soon as he yelled, “Go!”
And Yoongi gave a shout of frustration, still running to try to follow his pace, but even at the beginning when he wasn' using his power, he was still much faster than Yoongi, and Yoongi was trying so hard-
He fell suddenly, crying out. His knee hurt and when he checked he saw it was bleeding, and the pain and frustration of it all immediately brought tears to his eyes. In a second Jungkook was by his side, bending over to look at his knee and ask if he was fine.
Clutching his knee, Yoongi shook his head, little tears falling from his eyes - and some kids a few feet away noticed. They started laughing, coming closer to mock Yoongi and tell him he was crying like a girl.
“Hey!” Jungkook had frowned at them, standing up with clenched fists, “You’d be crying too, if you fell and bled!”
The kids had ignored him, laughed a bit more before going back to their own games. And Yoongi had really been crying by now, so Jungkook helped him up and guided him to the infirmary.
And through his tears, it had still felt nice to Yoongi to have Jungkook defend him and help him - it had been nice to have a nice friend on his side, making sure he was okay.
It got different as they aged. Even though Yoongi always had to wait two years before Jungkook entered the same school as him, they never stopped being friends. But as they grew old enough to go to high school, they slowly changed, adapted to the world around them, discovered things about themselves.
And Yoongi had something to say to Jungkook, at some point.
“I’m gay,” he said, very simply, a night when Jungkook was staying over at his.
And Jungkook only stared him, apparently shocked, mouth slightly open and searching his face like maybe he’d find out that Yoongi was joking. As if it could be some sort of joke.
Yoongi wasn’t able to help himself, then, though at this age he was starting to feel bad about doing it - he read Jungkook’s mind, just a bit, just to make sure he wasn’t going to lose his best friend because of this, to make sure his best friend wasn’t disgusted by him.
But there he only heard - “Me too, me too, me too- should I tell him? fuck, me too-”
“Oh my god,” Yoongi’s eyes went wide, “You too?”
“O-oh,” Jungkook stuttered, suddenly blushing madly, “Oh, I- you.. uh. Yeah, yes. I’m - gay, too.”
And Yoongi smiled at him so hard, because once again his best friend understood him so well, like no one else, and he wasn’t going to lose him.
And a few years later, it got different again.
Yoongi was in college and Jungkook still in high school, so to make up for the days they didn’t see each other, they started going to the basketball court together, so that they could play, and to let Jungkook enjoy his enhanced speed a bit.
It was summer and they had changed into light shirts and some shorts, and they started playing. They talked at the same time, about their classes, the people and friends they had in common, the games they played at home, but also they challenged each other, teasing and grinning, laughing when one of them would miss completely.
It wasn’t long until they got sweaty, though, their clothes clinging to their bodies from the hot weather and the effort it took to play and mess around. They kept playing, though with less energy, and Yoongi noticed that Jungkook seemed off suddenly, a little slow, a little quiet.
He tried to send him questioning looks but Jungkook never explained himself, only attempted to distract him by passing him the ball - so Yoongi took the matter in his own hands.
He read Jungkook’s mind -
And got shocked by what he heard there, by the distraught speech going on, a pained “Fuck, fuck. Oh, those hips.. wanna touch. Wanna touch his ass - such a nice ass, so cute, and he’s so sweaty and - wait-”
They were looking at each other with wide eyes then, their mouths falling open.
“Yoongi!”
“Oh my god, Kookie! What the-”
“You can’t just read my mind like that!” Jungkook shouted, getting absolutely red in the face, gesturing around himself, “That’s - fucking violating! Don’t!”
“Sorry!” Yoongi almost shouted, too, though it was an attempt to justify himself, “I thought something was wrong, I - how could I have known, holy shit-”
“I don’t care why you did! Just fucking don’t!”
And he had began walking, still red and really mad, and Yoongi tried to call after him, telling him it was okay, and to just come back - but Jungkook run, and disappeared in a few seconds.
Two years later, Yoongi had gotten a boyfriend. After that incident they hadn’t talked for a few days, but it quickly got better - they knew each other too well and loved each other too much to just stop talking like that, even from this.
But once Yoongi got in a relationship, it began getting difficult again. Firstly, because Yoongi was only trying to distract himself from his feelings towards Jungkook, that he only had recently deciphered, so - stupid idea. And secondly, because Jungkook didn’t look too happy about it.
It had been a few weeks already, and each time Yoongi brought his boyfriend up Jungkook would get cold and quiet, and Yoongi really was starting to get his hopes up. It was driving him crazy, because all along he had never known what to think, never known if those thoughts in Jungkook’s head two years ago meant something, or if they were solely sexual.
So one night, when he was at Jungkook’s, he brought his boyfriend up again, just to check what he’d say, because he couldn’t stop lately, trying to see his reactions, trying to have some kind of answer. So he bragged about his boyfriend’s enhanced strength, and immediately Jungkook’s face seemed to close.
Incredibly guilty for it, he tried to catch his eye, and when he did, even though he had promised himself never to read his mind again-
“Fuck you, fuck that stupid guy - you have to know by now, why are you doing this, I fucking love you - loveyouloveyouloveyou-”
“I’ll leave him right now.” Yoongi rushed, taking Jungkook’s face in his hands, “Fuck, Jungkook-ah, I’ll just text him and dump him, I-”
“What - the fuck?” Jungkook put his hands on Yoongi’s forearms in confusion, and then he seemed to come to a realization, “Oh no, Yoongi, nonono, not again-”
“I love you!” he cut him off immediately, “I’m sorry but I love you and I needed to know. I promise you, I won’t ever do it again, it was just this once ‘cause I was lost, I love you-”
Jungkook stared at him, obviously unsure how to react, what to think, “..Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m absolutely fucking sure,” Yoongi chuckled with nerves, his hands tightening around Jungkook’s face, “Let me kiss you? Please?”
And though Jungkook looked dumbfounded, he whispered a small, “Okay.”
Yoongi kissed him, very intently, very passionately, and Jungkook answered it with all he had, with all the frustration from these last weeks, and with all the love he must have been hiding for years, and - fuck, Yoongi could cry.
He broke the kiss just to whisper, “I’ll never do it again, I promise. I love you.”
“Okay. Fuck. I love you, too.”
And Yoongi had kept his promise. He had never read Jungkook’s mind again, even through hard times and arguments, because he knew it was invading, and so very wrong of him. And the more time passed, the more he learned about life in general, and the less he felt the need to read his mind. And so it was good.
Life was good with Jungkook. It had always been, but these last years - last six years - had been the absolute best.
Now, as for the wedding - with their family and their five closest friends, a simple but sweet day - it really had been something else. They had never been interested in marriage before, and didn’t even think that strongly of it. But, well. Hoseok and Seokjin would always joke about them acting like an old married couple, and it had given them ideas. Just because. Just because they were too in love, and had known each other basically their whole life, and couldn’t imagine it any other way.
Once the day is over, they come home tipsy and giggling into each other’s mouth, so very happy, and beautiful together. They make love in their very familiar bed, and are deeply satisfied with it, the familiarity of it, the love, the hot, hot sex - so damn happy.
They wake up too late, disorganized, with a plane that goes off to Canada in just half an hour for their honeymoon, and even though they speed up and are the quickest they’ve ever been to pack before, once they’re out of their house they only have a quarter, and it’s far from enough to go to the airport - they start panicking a bit, rushing through the streets and cursing all along.
“Wait,” Jungkook stops suddenly, and Yoongi turns to him, preparing to yell that they certainly do not have time to go back, “No, just - get on my back.”
Yoongi blinks at him, frowns, “What?”
“Get on my back. I’ll run to there.”
“You’ll have to hold me and our two suitcases, how are you going-”
“It’s literally the last option we have.”
Yoongi looks at him for a second - and just gets on his back, holding himself up tightly as Jungkook holds the suitcases to his chest, huffing from the weight and warning Yoongi to not let go-
Then he’s running, faster and faster until they can barely see around themselves, and Yoongi yells a bit, is probably strangling him from how hard he’s holding on, his legs crossed over Jungkook’s stomach, but after a minute of this he can’t help but start laughing. They’re a fucking mess, even after all this time - this is what they’ve come to, they’re dumb and Yoongi’s cackling in Jungkook’s ear, who giggles in response, complaining that Yoongi can’t make him laugh right now.
Fortunately they tumble through the airport’s doors a minute later, and Jungkook still half-runs to the airplane’s schedule, absolutely breathless, and when they see that there are still five minutes left they shout loudly, cheering for themselves and smiling hard.
“Can’t believe we managed to do that!” Jungkook laughs, still breathing harshly, face scrunched up, in that ever bunny-like cuteness, and-
Yoongi’s suddenly hit with realization - excitement and love rush through his whole body, and he suddenly gets off Jungkook’s back, turns him around to kiss him right on the mouth, with more passion than he can ever remember.
Holy shit - holy shit, this is fucking crazy.
Jungkook hums, manages to break the kiss, tries to catch his breath again, “What- what’s that for?”
“I just love you so fucking much and- holy fuck-”
“What?” Jungkook insists, giggling at him, taking his face in his hands, “What’s going on?”
Yoongi looks him in the eye, bites his lip, “That’s basically how we met.”
He sees realization hitting Jungkook, too, eyes going wide and smile even more - little Yoongi asking to ride little Jungkook’s back and little Jungkook running for him, and making friends so long ago, so easily, and now -
Jungkook kisses him intently too, and then whispers, “We’re lucky as fuck.”
And Yoongi doesn’t need to read his mind to know how true that is.
They really are lucky.