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it’s pouring outside. the city’s sad. jungkook quietly sips his hot chocolate before he sets it down to scribble down his notes on art history, half listening to taehyung talk about his recent astrology lecture, other ear occupied by a lo-fi playlist. it’s early in the morning, nearing nine am, jungkook has his art history lecture in twenty minutes and he’s trying to cram for a test he knows he should have prepared for last night but he was working on a realism project and never realised how time flew by.
he woke up with his face on canvas, alarm blaring and black ink on his forehead, too stubborn to come off.
rubbing his eyes, too many words, too much to write, he closes his notebook. he twists his wrist to get rid of the cramp and removes his one earbud, now fully focusing on taehyung. when taehyung realizes he finally has jungkook's full attention attention, he grins his infamous boxy grin and starts talking about a house party he went to last week.
jungkook finishes his hot chocolate as he listens to taehyung talk about people jungkook’s only met briefly, once or twice during taehyung’s loud, crowded parties. taehyung has always been more social than him. if they hadn't met cause of little taehyung's face covered in mud and his loud, boisterous tears with jungkook trying to calm him down in the middle of a deserted playground, they probably would have never become friends. so it only made sense that taehyung clinged to jungkook and jungkook would follow his friend to the edge of the world if he had to. hence, he found himself in seoul. away from the comfort of his small town. but he felt so alive. it was really new to him, the change. and it was hard to adjust in the start, but he got a hang of it. with taehyung's immense help.
he notices how even if taehyung always talks animatedly, his voice keeps the same serene, sultry tone that relaxes jungkook even on his most restless nights. not always. but it helps. taehyung stumbles on his words in a way that people find endearing, but never too embarrassed to correct himself and continue his talk, dumbs himself down even if jungkook has told him so many times not to. always eager to make new friends. always eager to go out. never staying still as if he’d explode if he sat in one place for too long.
jungkook - jungkook isn't like that. likes to stay quiet unless spoken to. always lost in his daydreams. pretty colours, vibrant feelings. always kept inside. sometimes exploded on paper. sometimes leaked in his melodious voice. finds comfort in the most normal things. cooking. bird watching. doing crossword puzzles. keeps him grounded. makes him realise that he’s still alive.
and what a shame it would be that he would not be able to do these mundane things anymore if he wasn’t alive.
‘’ - and then i was like no, jaemin, i don’t like tarantulas on my dick.’’
jungkook hums in agreement as taehyung sighs in exasperation, who would even like furry spiders on their wiener anyway. jungkook takes a peek at a clock on the nearest wall and lightly curses. it's five minutes to nine.
‘’sorry, hyung, gotta go. art history.’’ jungkook pouts, as he packs up his stuff, tossing the hot chocolate's disposable cup in a nearby dustbin. it went in, of course. taehyung nods knowingly, jungkook doesn’t like his art history professor. too boring, too slow. he loves learning, he really does, and he loves art. but he can’t just sit there in a lecture listening to a man who speaks too low, with dull eyes, and no clear motivation to teach.
‘’see you at twelve for lunch? you’ll be free, right?’’
jungkook hurriedly nods as he leaves the library, leather backpack slung on his shoulder. he rushes out the building before realizing, fuck. he doesn’t have an umbrella.
he jogs in place, trying to hype himself up before he sprints like his ass is on fire just to make it to his lecture on time. he hopes he doesn’t get drenched. thankfully, the arts building isn’t so far away from the library. he puts his hood up, draws the strings real close to his face, tightens the straps of his backpack and takes off.
/
jungkook slumps in his seat with a heavy exhale, the running made him super breathless but at least he’s here on time and the professor didn’t give him any weird looks as he walked in. he doesn’t know about the rest of his class but he doesn’t want his thoughts to wander there.
the tests are handed out and jungkook flips through it, writing in what he knows from his cram session and at least attempting the ones he doesn’t. thankfully, he crammed all the important topics and has been revising art history for a week with namjoon (he took it as an extra in his freshman year, even though he’s in music production) so he could get better. he’ll easily pass, maybe even score an A while he’s at it.
he has thirty minutes left and he’s finished with his test, causing him to be extremely bored. his eyes trail over the lecture hall when he notices him. ah. is that - yoongi? why is he here? and is he - yeah, he’s sleepy. yoongi doesn’t even try to stifle his yawn and nestles back into his oversized hoodie, raven bangs slipping into his eyes, head resting on the wall next to it.
jungkook’s very, very sure that yoongi does not take art history. he’s in music production, like namjoon, and is roommates with him, too. they’ve met each other many a times due to both of them being in this close knitted group but he still doesn’t see yoongi often, even when jungkook goes over to his apartment to revise art history with namjoon. yoongi mostly spends his time in his studio, according to namjoon whenever jungkook questioned, and then would tease him about his crush. which is not true at all!
with nothing to do, jungkook takes out his sketchbook from his backpack, flips to an empty page and starts drawing on it. eyes fleeting from the paper to yoongi’s side profile, the curved nose, the round cheeks, the plump lips and the overall softness which makes yoongi resemble a feline animal. jungkook cannot say the name of the cursed animal because yoongi has forbidden it. halfway into the portrait, jungkook thinks maybe he really likes drawing yoongi. he starts working on the inking, erasing the messy pencil sketch and takes out his watercolour brush pens.
since he's in the back row, not only does he have a perfect view of yoongi, a few aisles down with the test untouched in front of him, a pale blue illumination gracing his face due to his phone. he's also not in the professor’s eyesight, so he quietly colours in the portrait. he highlights and colours and even though he’s well aware that yoongi’s current black hair does not have blue highlights, he still adds the dark blue. he draws the pierced snapback, working on the details of the silver. he colours in the hoodie and from the back, he can see that the hoodie’s sporting an anti social social club design which makes jungkook smile. very fitting of yoongi. he hums as he paints and does not even realize how quickly the time passes until he’s being nudged to hand in his test as the bell blares above his head.
he smiles triumphantly at the finished product. jungkook’s been working on his lighting and shadows and you can clearly see it here. he stuck with thick, bold strokes and neutral yet striking colours. just like how jungkook sees yoongi. since it looked too professional, he added some shoujo anime sparkles next to yoongi, with his signature at the end to top it off, and snickered. he grasps it in his hand and starts hurrying down the aisle, catching up to yoongi.
‘’ah, hyung, never knew you were so interested in the lives of famous painters?’’
jungkook slings his arm around yoongi’s broad shoulders, catching his attention. and the way yoongi lazily looks up towards him, from beneath his eyelashes should really be illegal. it makes jungkook’s heart stutter. it also makes jungkook terribly want to paint him in that moment.
‘’because i’m not, kook,’’ another heart stutter, ‘’my music theory lecture got cancelled without me knowing and then, i suppose, i just dozed off in the hall.’’
jungkook nods in understanding, that hall is used to alternate between music theory and art history lectures. and yoongi probably didn't get enough sleep so he dozed off while waiting for a professor who never arrived. he doesn’t notice that he still has the portrait in his hand until yoongi points at it.
‘’is that me?’’
‘’yep. i got bored and it’s good realism practice so.’’
yoongi has pretty hands that delicately pry the portrait from jungkook’s hands and the way his attention focuses on the portrait makes jungkook want to die. hoping that he won’t notice his bazillion mistakes. he’s pretty sure both of the eyes aren’t aligned properly, yeah, that’s probably why yoongi isn’t talking because what the fuck - his eyes are slanted.
‘’i’ll put this up in my studio, thanks kook.’’ yoongi smiles his soft smile, slight gums on display. another heart stutter. jungkook coughs and looks away to hide his blush but tightens his hold on yoongi’s shoulder. yoongi chuckles, clearly finding jungkook’s embarrassment cute.
‘’hey? are you busy?’’ yoongi questions as they arrive outside of the building. his stomach is grumbling and he would like some company for food, especially if that company includes jungkook.
‘’ah, yes. i have dance practice in 15. see you around, hyung?‘’ he flashes an apologetic smile. yoongi just nods and tries to hide the twinge of disappointment by ruffling jungkook’s hair affectionately.
he’s always working too hard.
yoongi has heard a lot about jungkook from all of his friends. that have now become jungkook’s, too. a mutual group of seven. he knows he dances alongside with jimin and hoseok. he knows that taehyung was jungkook’s only friend when he first arrived. yoongi became friends with taehyung when the younger hunted him down because he was wearing a really angsty hoodie and he wanted to buy it for jungkook’s birthday. coincidentally, that’s also how he learnt about jungkook because the boy would not shut up about his ‘emo best friend’ and quite frankly, yoongi considered himself a Soft Emo so he wasn’t even offended that his clothing would also be branded that. yoongi wonders if jungkook knows him like he knows jungkook, if his friends talk about yoongi like they talk about jungkook.
and then it seemed like everywhere he went, jungkook was there. at the dance studio whenever he went to pick up hoseok, at the library with jimin because jimin’s really good at math and jungkook’s not, at every beautiful and quiet place on campus with jin because jungkook loves taking pictures of him for his photography class. (and it’s not like yoongi is actively looking out for jungkook whenever he hangs out with their mutual friends, it’s just jin always gets hungry during shoots and needs someone to bring him food.) (and he uses yoongi’s crush on jungkook against him so yoongi has to bring the food.)
he’s not even safe at his own apartment where jungkook stays over for hours due to art history revision with namjoon. those are the days yoongi spends at the studio because he can’t seem to be in the same room with jungkook without internally dying and stuttering way too much.
and as yoongi watches jungkook fade in the crowd, he wishes they could hang out more often. even if it would be simultaneously really bad and good for his heart.
/
and jungkook does meet yoongi soon. even if not soon enough for him. it’s nearing the end of march which means Monthly Dinner with the gang. according to taehyung, (who was already an addition of the gang that consisted of jimin, namjoon, hoseok, yoongi, seokjin for a year before jungkook cause, uhh, jungkook’s small and a year younger than his childhood best friend), they’ve been doing this ever since high school where all of them meet up and have an overall feast. it really doesn’t matter that all of them spend their time with each other all the time anyways, they have one specific day where they all need to get together no matter what.
well, as much as of a feast seven young adults can arrange with their minimum wage jobs. there’s mostly just pizza, greasy chinese food, and take out that makes their stomachs hurt the next day. sometimes, jin will whip up something which is quick and edible. sometimes, yoongi will follow a recipe and it’ll actually work. the second eldest is much better at baking and when he isn’t worked to the bone due to his numerous music assignments, he’ll probably bake all of them cute chocolate cupcakes. it’s very rare but jungkook’s glad that he has tasted them twice before dying.
the monthly dinner is currently being held at namjoon and yoongi’s apartment. jungkook fusses over his outfit in his apartment that he shares with the chaotic duo - taehyung and jimin - that are currently fighting due to overwatch and someone not covering someone’s ass and being a disgrace to their entire family. jungkook usually tunes out most of their arguments. they end up making up within seconds anyway. jungkook learnt that their bond truly was inseparable when he moved to seoul. he also wondered how they could throw the word soulmates around so easily even if they had only known each other for a year.
sure, jungkook was a little bitter. he has always been greedy and possessive over what he has, a childish habit but he got better. so, out of habit, he became jealous of jimin but repressing the green, ugly monster he learnt that jimin was an extremely kind and amazing human being who probably descended from the heavens because there’s no way someone can be that caring and understanding. also extremely talented and beautiful. on days that jungkook misses home a bit too much, the both of them stay cuddled up under huge blankets watching videos from jungkook’s childhood and jimin lets him silently cry, always offers him tissues and the warmest hug. so, no, jungkook’s not bitter. because now he has another friend.
jungkook fusses with his black locks before he shoves them underneath a burgundy beanie and starts making his way towards the front door. he slips on his bomber jacket with his timberlands, straps on his backpack and is ready to go. he knows he’s about fifteen minutes early but it’s only because he’s sure namjoon would probably need some help setting up. he was assigned to bring drinks this time, so his backpack is filled with a bunch of fizzy drinks along with cans of beer. jungkook doesn’t mind drinking a lot. often times, he’ll find himself in seokjin’s apartment with a can of beer in his hand and two gossiping dorks, also known as seokjin and jimin. it’s his favourite way of enjoying free time, a close second would be namjoon reading poems to him in a language he does not understand. but that doesn't take away the feelings from the words.
they all live in the same apartment complex, five minutes off campus, and extremely cheap. seokjin got them good deals. sure, yeah, the building is basically falling apart at the seams, extremely old, smells like fish in some parts. but at least, the elevator’s always clean and no one makes noise after eleven pm so yeah, jungkook can count his blessings.
he jogs downwards to second floor where namjoon and yoongi reside. ringing the doorbell, something fluttery settles in his stomach. ah, he really hopes yoongi’s not home. he doesn’t know how he can handle that. it’s a really stupid request since it’s basically his home but still.
thankfully for him, namjoon opens the door with all his elegance and a dimpled grin. ‘’you’re early, jungkook.’’ a pat to his shoulder and jungkook’s in their apartment. it’s a mess. but an organized mess. papers are slipping out from files stashed in drawers and there’s notepads everywhere, yellow papers with loopy handwriting and extra cables lying around. the mess is thankfully off the floor, and only on the counters and tables.
‘’i was just going to start cleaning up. you can watch tv or something.’’ namjoon talks as jungkook makes his way to their kitchen, it’s considerably very clean. namjoon did mention once that yoongi cannot handle a messy kitchen and a messy bathroom. there are no dirty dishes save for a cereal bowl and a mug which has no handle. jungkook places the fizzy drinks and the cans of beer in the fridge so they are chilled once all of the gang arrives.
‘’ah, it’s no problem, hyung. i’d like to help.’’
if namjoon’s surprised at the kind gesture, well, jungkook doesn’t know because he’s already sweeping the kitchen counters, humming underneath his breath. he’s always liked cleaning, even back home, he used to help his mother as much as he could. he would do the laundry, clean the house and help her make food. she would fondly pat his cheek and tell him that he would make a great husband.
jungkook was always unsure if he should tell her that the prospect of marriage terrifies him.
a series of noise clambers into the apartment and from his peripheral view he sees a blinding grin. ah, it’s hoseok. he wanders in the living room to see hoseok already animatedly talking to namjoon about something with two boxes of pizza in each hand. and there’s seokjin, too! with around three bottles of wine, which is a lot considering they don’t even drink that much. and jungkook already brought some alcohol.
seokjin looks devastatingly handsome as always and for a long time, jungkook could not look him in the eye for the life of him because he was just too pretty. well, now, jungkook’s not like that at all.
‘’hyung? forgot to put on your wrinkle mask today?’’ jungkook cheekily grins as he nears jin, the latter just rolls his eyes before playfully punching jungkook.
taehyung and jimin arrive soon after, identical shit eating grins on their faces as they place the spicy noodles on the table which makes everyone’s stomachs hurt the day after! but all of them also love the noodles so much, that they can’t even blame the duo for giving in to the temptation. along with the spicy noodles, a series of party hats were splayed upon the coffee table.
a party tradition.
looking at these awfully ugly party hats, jungkook can only guess that taehyung made them. his suspicions were confirmed by the creator himself who flashed a boxy grin and a neon yellow party hat was tugged on his head.
yoongi bursts into the apartment during one of jin’s modeling story, (‘’ - she looked at the picture and was like you’re not smiling and i was like ‘’cause i’m not happy, brenda’.’’).
yoongi was dressed to the nines; in his black trench coat paired with his black turtleneck, skinny jeans and classy docs. he looked super professional with his thick rimmed glasses, artfully ruffled hair and a briefcase in one hand. even though he looked extremely attractive, (jungkook actually gulped when he entered), the exhaustion was super obvious in his face.
‘’long day, yoongi?’’
‘’the longest.’’
/
they’re all seated around the coffee table, food messily displayed on paper plates and paper cups filled to the brim with way too much alcohol. yoongi has long since changed out of his professional outfit into a way too oversized hoodie that basically drowns him, sleeves pushed to the elbows, he’s wearing ripped jeans with it that are showing way too much of his pale thighs. jungkook can’t seem to decide which outfit was worse.
they’re both sitting together, shoulders pressed together, thighs touching, back supported by the couch behind them. jungkook doesn’t know how yoongi is, doesn’t know if it’s his place to ask him. he notices that the elder keeps tap tap tapping on his thigh and sometimes plays with the seams of the rips on his jeans.
they both quietly munch on their pizzas, jungkook cleverly avoids every time taehyung or jimin tries to force feed him the hellish noodles, no thanks, he wants to live. the rest of the gang keeps on talk talk talking, but all of it is like white noise to jungkook’s ears. he’s too enamored by the person sitting right next to him. before he could make up his mind about a conversation starter, jin cuts through their ambiance.
‘’hey, yoongi? set up the jenga, yeah?’’
it’s the point in the evening where they’ll play some kind of game, yell and fight about it, laugh it off and then sleep in a huge dog pile. jungkook wants to argue this time, though, wants to say that yoongi’s tired and should be allowed to rest but before he can speak; yoongi has already taken out the jenga box from underneath the couch, cleared some space on the table and is setting up the blocks.
the rest of the boys haven’t stopped talking and jungkook is distinctly aware of windshield laughter or just loud yelps but it’s like the area around yoongi is - quiet. and jungkook realizes as he watches yoongi set up the blocks with a fond look in his eyes, one side of his lips upturned and face overall impassive. it hits him like a rock.
oh.
he’s found peace in the smallest thing, he’s found peace in just creating a jenga tower. jungkook wants to spur out some philosophical insight like namjoon would probably; how the tower indicates yoongi building up his life, he might take some risks, pull out some blocks but even if the tower topples over, he can build it up again. but right now, jungkook doesn’t actually think it’s that deep. he thinks maybe yoongi just needed this concentration, this sole focus.
jungkook makes brief eye contact with jin through the blur of food high boys and he grins, as if he knows. and jungkook grins back, because he wants to know.
/
yoongi won't join any of his friends for a game of jenga, choosing to sit with jungkook and urging him on, telling him which block to get rid of and which to leave, defending him when the others say that yoongi cheated for him as the tower collapses and then. he will make the tower for them again again and again.
later, when the clock strikes three am, jungkook will turn towards yoongi laying next to him on the many mattresses the boys joined together just so they could sleep next to each other; he'll notice the way yoongi's skin beams in the faint moonlight, the way his eyelashes caress his cheek, the way his hair might as well be sparkling.
jungkook knows yoongi's awake, his breathing may be calm but it's not deep, “are you okay?”
yoongi will hum under the attention, crack one eye open and place his hand on jungkook's that rests between the both, “better, now.” talking like jungkook knows.
jungkook will faintly smile and intertwine their fingers together because he knows.
/
jungkook thinks namjoon’s smart due to a lot of reasons; his high iq, the way he handles situations, the way he empathizes with people, the way he always knows what to say, the way he never sugarcoats things but he thinks namjoon’s the smartest because he knows his limits.
jungkook is well aware of the fact that there was a time when namjoon didn’t know his limits, the time where he was majoring in both music production and astrophysics. he knows namjoon thought he could handle it, but the pressure bites at you piece by piece and you’re crashing down before you even know.
jungkook knows that namjoon had burnt to ashes. he was icarus. but he rose again. he swam out of the ocean he fell into and built his wings again. he dropped astrophysics as his second major and solely focused on music production. he worked harder at that and he felt better, too, and when his dimpled smile came back again, everyone collectively sighed of relief. although, he still dabbles in astrophysics from time to time, his true love is music.
jungkook wonders if yoongi knows his limits, too.
/
‘’how’s the chaebol life going, hyung?’’
yoongi teases as he sits down on the grass next to jungkook. it’s a rare day where all of them have gathered to meet at a park. jimin and taehyung had insisted their hyungs with puppy eyes and jungkook already likes going outside, nature is peaceful. it’s pleasant and pretty, cherry blossoms flow with the chilly breeze. jungkook had brought a picnic basket with ruffles and his worn sketchbook. he can hear distant yelling as taehyung and namjoon race on bicycles, he can hear honey laughter he identifies as jimin’s follow soon after the screaming.
jin clicks his tongue, ‘’i pissed them off again so now i have no money for a month.’’
it was a common fact that the university's most loved pretty boy, kim seokjin, came from one of the wealthiest families in korea. they’re loaded, dripping expensive from head to toe. but if you looked at jin right know, with his head on hoseok’s lap, engulfed in an oversized beige hoodie, making desperate hands at the bag of potato chips hoseok’s teasing him with, you would have never guessed.
jin likes to rebel, he defied his parent’s command to major in business, instead pursuing his love of acting and modeling. hence, he was instantly kicked out with an apartment of his to live in. he hasn’t gone back to his home in three years. he constantly misses out on the stuffy dinners they invite him to so in turn, they get even more pissed. he didn’t get married to some ceo’s daughter for the business deal and jin thinks his parents have really started hating him since them.
hoseok snorts good naturedly, ‘’when i started dating him, i thought i would be the sugar baby not the other way around.’’
‘’í’m no such thing!’’
‘’then stop buying your sugar gliders those christmas socks with my credit card.’’
‘’but they look so cute, hobi!’’
‘’and i’m broke, hyung.’’
moving away from the playful banter of the couple while fake gagging, yoongi turns his head to the side to see jungkook painting away on his sketchbook, one earbud in his ear. his lips are unknowingly pursed in a pout due to his concentration.
yoongi giggles to himself, jungkook looks really cute. his black hair has gotten longer and his bangs keep slipping onto his eyes so jungkook keeps brushing them away with one hand before going back to his painting which causes light streaks of paint to appear every time jungkook swipes at his forehead. yoongi’s eyes travel lower to his cute button nose, a small mole underneath it, his chubby cheeks, his naturally rosy lips with the most precious mole underneath the plump, lower lip. he’s always thought the boy’s beautiful, maybe too beautiful for his own good.
jungkook looks up to meet his eyes and yoongi’s a little stressed now, fuck. he’s been caught.
‘’you’re staring.’’ jungkook smirks and yoongi narrows his eyes at him, he doesn’t see the cuteness anymore. how quickly people can change.
‘’no, i’m not, brat.’’ yoongi huffs out, pressing even closer to jungkook, ‘’what are you listening to?’’
jungkook wordlessly hands him the left earbud before returning to his sketch, a small smile still playing at his lips. pretty ukulele chords flow into yoongi’s ears and he likes the song, thinks he would like it even more if jungkook sang it.
cherry blossoms stay falling around them and one even lands on jungkook’s head, a pretty contrast to the raveness of his hair and a stark similarity with his lips. yoongi feels warm and at ease, he doesn’t know why but he can’t help smiling. he takes one last look at jungkook before setting his head on jungkook’s shoulder. he can feel the other adjust with the sudden physical contact so now jungkook’s arm is wrapped around yoongi and yoongi can feel himself sink sink sinking. but he’s okay with that. he’s always okay with jungkook. he closes his eyes.
yoongi thinks he wouldn’t mind spending most of his days like this.
/
jungkook’s well aware of his feelings and confronts them no matter how scary. he doesn’t mind crying, it’s just a part of expressing his emotions. he’s way too familiar with the feelings of breakdowns and feeling like you’re alone, enclosed in a cage, screaming but no one hears. he’s also way too familiar with butterflies in his stomach, tongue twisted out of nervousness, feeling like you’re going to burst when that one person gives you their attention.
so, when one night he’s laying in bed listening to the same song he listened with yoongi, that day in the park, on repeat, he’s not surprised to realize he genuinely, really likes yoongi. really likes the way yoongi calls him ‘kook’. really likes the way yoongi will poke his sides, knowing he’s not ticklish, but just for the fun of it. really likes the way yoongi will sometimes call his name but not initiate a conversation, just wanted his attention. (during those times, jungkook will playfully punch his shoulder and the giggles that would leave yoongi’s mouth make his heart stutter.)
just because he knows these feelings exist doesn’t mean he invited these feelings or are glad they exist, they’re only going to make his life harder. he groans into his pillow and kicks the blanket. and the fact that he’s listening to the song which reminds him of how perfectly yoongi and him fit together as they sit next to each other makes him to want to shoot himself in the eye.
ugh.
/
now that jungkook’s well aware of his crush, it’s like he always sees yoongi around everywhere he goes.
he sees him on campus more often, running after jin trying to get his money back from the swindler elder; he sees him coming at the dance studio more often with snacks for hoseok, he’s also always at his apartment whenever jungkook arrives to study with namjoon (usually on those days when yoongi notices him, he always give him a little candy. jungkook doesn’t know why yoongi always has candies on him but he doesn’t mind. he has a bit of a sweet tooth anyway.)
he’s been dropping by the library more often where jungkook attends his tutoring sessions with jimin, never staying for long but always drops by with some kind of caffeinated drink besides coffee; jungkook’s actually a little touched that yoongi remembers that jungkook doesn’t like coffee that much. it seems like his childhood best friend has also been infiltrated by yoongi, they go on photography sessions together now? like? how did that happen?
it’s in one of those cram sessions with namjoon, jungkook’s brain slowly turning into a decaying mush, that a heavenly, comforting scent invades jungkook’s nostrils. it takes him a while to realize, mind so engrossed in his notes, he didn’t even realize that the aroma was drifting inside the apartment. and that’s when he gets it.
yoongi’s baking!
jungkook shares one look with namjoon and now both of them are giddily walking towards the kitchen. who wouldn’t love some sugary goodness after a mind numbing study session? the sight that greets him makes jungkook’s heart race.
yoongi’s wearing a headband to keep his dark hair off his forehead, his cheeks are slightly flushed a rosy pink due to the work, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, whisk in one hand and a frosting bowl in the other. he’s glaring intensely at the cooking book on the counter, freshly baked chocolate cupcakes in frilly pink cupcake liners right next to it. listen, jungkook's never been one to have kinks but if he had one, it would be yoongi cooking. the way his veiny arms and hands are on displaying really isn't helping jungkook breath properly. and his concentration, well, it's hot.
‘’hyung, smells great in here!’’ jungkook comments as soon as he steps closer to yoongi, he peers curiously over the baker’s shoulder at what yoongi was planning to murder. it was just a page of tips for icing. yoongi smiles at both jungkook and namjoon - who’s already stuffing his mouth with an unfrosted cupcake, what a heathen - before returning to glaring at the cooking book. then looks at jungkook. then looks back at the book. then looks back at jungkook.
‘’kook, you’re an art student, right? can you please frost these cupcakes for me?’’
and jungkook thinks it’s really dangerous how yoongi’s looking at him right now, with his full blown pout and pleading eyes. they’re really close with yoongi turning to face jungkook, back pressed up against the kitchen counter. jungkook could easily close the distance between them and kiss yoongi. like, really easily. all he needs to do is tilt his head a little downwards. he could literally just tug yoongi towards him by his apron and their lips would be crashing together.
‘’please? i’ll even give you extra cupcakes?’’
and jungkook thinks it’s really dangerous how jungkook would willingly do anything for yoongi. even if it was beheading someone, setting the head on fire, and then leaving it on their mother’s front porch. jungkook just wishes that yoongi wouldn’t want him to do stuff like that.
‘’sure, hyung, anything for more cupcakes.’’
yoongi’s gaze drops to his lips for a split second before he steps away from jungkook. being too close to the younger is bad for his heart, and they’re too close right now. reminding yoongi of how jungkook is actually taller than him and he has to look up to him to maintain eye contact.
namjoon’s still in the kitchen, in the farthest corner, quietly observing all of this as he eats his unfrosted cupcakes. he meets yoongi’s eyes and winks at him. yoongi swats him with the back of his hand. namjoon half chokes, half laughs.
jungkook mixes blue, purple, pink dye with the whipped cream, mixing and creating pretty pastel colours. he focuses intently on cutting the nip of the frosting bag, he fills it up to the brim before getting to work on the cupcakes. he does the classic swirl, some flowers, music symbols and on the last cupcake, he decides to make it a little special.
namjoon looks over, “ah, cute. 'jk ♡ yg’. is there one for me, jungkook? don't you love all your hyungs?”
jungkook shoves the last unfrosted cupcake in the elder's mouth, he grits his teeth, “sorry, hyung, all out of cupcakes.” his eye twitches.
/
it’s not that jungkook doesn’t know that yoongi works himself to the bone. he knows it all too well.
they’ve spent practically everyday together since frosting cupcakes together. they always meet up in between classes, crashing at yoongi’s apartment after, always watching some studio ghibli movie. blanket draping over their head as they place the laptop under, backs hunched, thighs pressing together. sometimes, yoongi will rest his head on jungkook’s shoulder and jungkook will press him closer to himself; those are the days where yoongi’s dark circles are way too visible, even in the crappy laptop lighting, so jungkook will turn off the movie, turn on a soft, classical music playlist in the background, settle yoongi properly in his bed, card his hand in yoongi's hair until he hears the rhythmic deep breathing and then, does his art homework on yoongi’s study table.
yoongi will wake up sometime later in the night, drag jungkook to bed with him and they will cuddle. pure, platonic, bro cuddling. jungkook will wake up in the morning with yoongi’s lips grazing his bare neck, face nuzzling for warmth, one arm splayed across jungkook’s waist and jungkook will find his arm holding on to yoongi so tightly as if when he’ll let go, yoongi will disappear. or the soft sunlight will seep in through the barely cracked curtains and hit yoongi’s face in all the right angles. jungkook will crack open one eye and choke at the beauty that he witnesses first thing in the morning. yoongi thinks choking on his spit every morning is just a jungkook thing; he’ll say good morning and then go back to sleep.
jungkook likes to believe they've gotten closer and he thinks the rest of the group believes it, too. so when he gets a text from namjoon saying that yoongi hasn't come home in twenty four hours, jungkook is the one who needs to check if he's still alive.
finals are getting to jungkook, hence yoongi and him have only been texting, and that, too, only on breaks between both of their intensive cramming. jungkook hurriedly packs his bag, keeping it as quiet as possible since he's at the library, chucking his coffee cup(s) in a nearby bin and bolts out of there.
maybe he should have noticed but with finals literally drowning him, he was a bit preoccupied. but his last one’s tomorrow and he’s super chill about it because he only has to submit in his assignment that he just finished in the library. there’s a little skip to his step as he makes his way to yoongi’s studio. he decides to stop by a stall near the studio and buys three steamed pork buns each, a great midnight snack; rushing to the studio underneath the starlit sky so the buns won’t get cold. he feels the clear breeze of a silent summer night sift through his locks. he momentarily closes his eyes, feels at peace.
three swift knocks to yoongi's studio, more like the university gifted him one because he's too fucking good at what he does, jungkook's greeted with the sight of a slightly dissociated yoongi. his black hair messily tousled, he's wearing a black t-shirt with sleeves that end at his elbows and super baggy sweatpants. jungkook squints. he's pretty sure that's his shirt. how. the. fuck.
“oh, hey, bun. what brings you here?” yoongi questions, rubbing his right eye, the bags underneath are really hard to notice. jungkook slightly smiles at the nickname. it stuck after taehyung made jungkook wear bunny ears for a week when he refused to do the dare of eating expired chinese takeout.
( “ - i'm not a rabbit.” jungkook muttered, with a pout as yoongi called him with that nickname for the first time.
“no, you're not. you're bun bun.” yoongi replied with, as if it made all the sense in the world.)
‘’joon hyung hasn’t seen you in almost a day and is worried,’’ jungkook shrugs, holding the bag of steamed pork buns in front of him, ‘’can i come in?’’
yoongi’s studio is precious to him, it has equipment that he has worked for, performed for, delivered pizzas for. he has different kumamon plushies thrown here and there, five scented candles lit at the same time and all of them combined just makes it smell like christmas in yoongi’s studio. also it’s always fucking cold here. which is great for this horrible seoul heatwave they’re facing but for yoongi who’s always perpetually cold, winters are hell for him.
he has two picture frames on his desk, right next to his lebron james figure; one contains polaroids of all of his friends, talking with namjoon, wearing obnoxious party hats with taehyung, drinking with jimin, whispering in jin’s ear with neon red hair, and laughing with hoseok. but the other picture frame only has one polaroid, jungkook and yoongi sitting together on a couch, smiling at each other, a totally candid picture taken by jin in their weakest moment. yoongi’s eyes have turned into crescents because he’s smiling so hard and jungkook’s bunny teeth are super visible. whenever jungkook notices that picture, a glimmer of hope shines in his heart, saying maybe yoongi likes him back. but his rational brain shakes his head and tells him to get a grip, saying yoongi just appreciates him as friends.
yoongi nods and steps to the side, letting jungkook trail in, removing his timbs by the door. he can feel the coldness of the floor even through his socks.
‘’were you busy, hyung?’’ jungkook asks, worried that maybe he interrupted a flow of work or maybe cut off yoongi’s inspiration drive. that's always annoying. it happens to him, sometimes. like, yeah, taehyung, i've been in my room staring at this blank canvas for the past five hours but i'm so close, i've already got it. but yoongi only heaved a heavy sigh.
‘’i was. i’ve been trying to fix this song for really long. it’s my final assignment, too,’’ he spins in his office chair once, grim expression, then moves his mouse so the led screen comes back to life, displaying a music program. ‘’but the flow in the bridge is just -- not working anymore.’’
even the way yoongi talks is a little melancholic, a little depressed. he nibbles on his steamed pork bun quietly as if maybe he told jungkook too much. jungkook gets up from his seat and peers over yoongi’s shoulder to squint at the instrumentals and vocals.
‘’can i listen?’’ the headphones are wordlessly handed to him and jungkook drags his chair right next to yoongi, maybe too close but it doesn’t really matter. he closes his eyes as soon as the first snare drum beat kicks in. he’s heard the music yoongi produces, it’s not the first he has heard him produce stuff but even from the start, he realises that this is something really different from his usual music. namjoon lended jungkook a mixtape of yoongi. his only mixtape. agust d. and fuck yeah, jungkook turns up to that shit everyday. and fuck yeah, he cries while listening to it, too. but he cries in a cool way. it speaks to his soul in a way not most music does, feels like the lyrics, his rap enters his soul and makes it bleed everywhere. it’s a liberating experience.
first thing jungkook realises that this isn’t a song for him, it’s probably for his production final, he’s heard this voice before. this beautiful, ethereal voice. ah, it was in his mixtape, wasn’t it. this is suran. the whole while, jungkook’s wondering. how melancholic. the beat really isn’t meant to be sad, sounding super full with different instruments, a contrast to usual slow ballads, but the lyrics are sad. and somehow the song does super good textual painting.
the song ends. jungkook asks him to play it again.
‘’it’s really good, hyung. what’s it called?’’ the studio is silent save from both of their breathing so jungkook naturally lowers his volume.
‘’if i get drunk today.’’
jungkook hums in reply.
‘’i can see what you mean about the chorus. how about adding another layer of vocals here to harmonize? also add the same vocals during rap verses because it seems a little empty there.’’ jungkook points out at an empty section on the screen. ‘’but instead of the usual pitch, to harmonize, ask her to sing a little bit more high. here, let me demonstrate.’’
yoongi’s pretty sure he stopped breathing as soon as jungkook opened his mouth, the way he effortlessly sang in his falsetto with no strain and a full voice could make yoongi come undone. sorry not sorry. looking at yoongi’s blank face, jungkook thought he did something wrong and probably crossed the line, he sheepishly rubs at the back of his nape.
‘’you don’t really have to do it. just a suggestion so.’’
‘’you sing and know music?’’
‘’just some.’’
‘’some is enough. sing it again so i can record.’’
so yoongi shoves a mic right in front of jungkook and jungkook sings. and again. and again. he sings troye sivan and justin bieber. he sings heartbreak and newfound love. he sings iu and he sings zico t. he sings about living and he sings about dying. whatever he wants. it’s fun. but really, it's mostly enjoyable because of yoongi next to him. yoongi plays the keyboard as an accompaniment and it’s easy, how the music flows between them. like that's how it should have been from the start of their lives. yoongi, jungkook and music. its when jungkook’s eyes flicker to the wall clock, he realises it’s three am.
‘’fuck, hyung. i promised namjoon hyung to get you home by one am, max. it’s three right now!’’
jungkook slips his hands in yoongi’s pale ones and tugs him out of the studio.
/
the stars twinkle and wink above their heads in the deep violet of the midnight sky, jungkook giggles constantly next to yoongi. yoongi who’s talking about a basketball anime that he watched during his lunch break with all the enthusiasm in the world as if he’s talking about the word of god or something. yoongi stops in the middle of the sidewalk.
‘’when the small, blue haired one stared at the screen, i felt that in my soul.’’ he clutches his chest and lowly whispers, ‘’doki doki.’’
jungkook can’t help the loud laughter that escapes his lips and seems like that was yoongi’s point, because he’s looking extremely proud right now. he’s slapping his knees, oh my god, that’s the last thing he expected his hyung to say but also everything he expects yoongi to be like? it’s a weird paradox. but he can’t dwell on it anymore because yoongi has started walking again and now he’s talking about the angry, tall, red haired boy.
this time yoongi slips his hand into jungkook’s as soon as jungkook is beside him, not even aware of his actions, just seems like a habit now.
they reach yoongi’s apartment quietly, the world’s quiet around them. but it seems like it’s quieter than usual. expectant. wanting a reward.
‘’this is me.’’
‘’yeah.’’
‘’goodnight, bun.’’
‘’goodnight, hyung.’’
but jungkook still stands there after he says those words, cause they’re both looking into each other’s eyes and jungkook’s not sure if he’s supposed to do anything or not. yoongi bites his lips and jungkook says fuck it. lowering towards the elder’s cheek, he quickly pecks it before scampering away. too fast for yoongi to even retort.
yoongi. poor yoongi whose heart’s still beating rapidly fast as he lowers himself in his bed. earphones in and jungkook’s voice filtering through the buds.
/
‘’it’s quite funny that it’s been months and no one told me that jungkook can sing.’’ is the first thing that namjoon hears when he walks into the kitchen in the morning, a fully awake yoongi with hands on his hips gazing straight at him.
see, the thing is, namjoon stayed up till way too long cooped up in his room exposed to the internet for a lot longer than necessary. and now, he’s read way too many philosophies by nietzsche, hegel, and hesse for his brain to be in the right state. his world has been tilted off its axis. god is dead. so he looks at yoongi. processes his words. looks at the coffee machine. takes a mug. pours the coffee. looks at yoongi. takes a sip. looks at yoongi again who now has an eyebrow raised. takes another sip. and then namjoon snorts.
‘’what’s even funnier is that jungkook is always singing. you’ve just never caught him at the right time. he basically serenaded me the first time we talked.’’
yoongi sputters, groaning to himself when namjoon smirks at him and leaves the kitchen. stepping on his roommate's foot while he's at it.
/
so, yeah, yoongi gets an A on that song all because of jungkook and his professor keeps praising him after class but he has no time to listen to that because he's already walking, half jogging towards jungkook's apartment to celebrate. the fact that his music production class was in the evening, too, really didn’t help his anxiety. but it all worked out so hey, good job! yoongi mentally high fives himself.
he doesn’t even mind taking the stairs since the elevator’s out of order and by the time yoongi arrives at jungkook’s shared apartment, he’s a little breathless but still buzzing with excitement. he knocks. and waits.
‘’oh, hyung? are you here for kook? he’s gone for a date, actually. didn’t he tell you?’’
yoongi feels his heart drop to his stomach and bile raises up his throat but he pushes it down with a forceful gulp. and quickly grins.
‘’of course, he did! can’t i meet up with my other friends? i just nailed an exam, i’m here to celebrate!’’
taehyung blinks at him. tilts his head. before grinning at him and quickly engulfs him in a hug, exclaiming congratulations for the elder. yoongi’s so close to crying. taehyung’s arm is still around yoongi as he drags him into the living room.
yoongi doesn't really know the details of how the night went once taheyung invited jimin to join the celebratory drinking session. it all really seemed like a haze, bottle after bottle of peach soju cluttered around yoongi, empty. he wasn't a lightweight, he really wasn't, but once you drink three bottles of peach soju back to back, you can really only hope that your liver survives the next day.
and it's kind of funny, yoongi doesn't really even know why he's feeling so much if jungkook, perhaps, went on a date, it's not like it's really his business. they're not dating, they're not boyfriends, hell, yoongi's sure the boy doesn't look at him any other way besides as a friend. so the green monster of jealousy crawling away in the pit of his stomach is useless, and an enemy to the peace of yoongi's mind.
he slumps in the comfort of the couch, he can hear jimin and taehyung singing along to an old trot song. taehyung's surprisingly good at trot. he thinks his celebration was just an excuse for jimin to get drunk because his cheeks are heavily tinted pink and his body weight is completely being supported by taehyung who sits next to him.
it's when yoongi's dozing off to sleep on that couch does he hear keys jingle and a door open and shut. he doesn't know what time it is, but he blearily looks at his watch and reckons it could be anywhere from eleven pm or three am.
''hey, hyung. what are you doing here?'' jungkook asks, as soon as he sits next to the elder. yoongi's dark hair is mussed up and his cheeks are tinted a soft pink, his lips are bitten red and he has a bottle of peach soju cradled in his hands, close to his chest.
''celebration, kook-ah. i aced that final because of your help with that song.'' although half of his words were heavily slurred, jungkook understood him and he grinned back as yoongi flashed his gummy smile.
''i'm so glad, hyung. you deserve it.''
yoongi gazes up from underneath his eyelashes and it feels like something has shifted in the atmosphere, his eyes are filled with emotions that jungkook can't comprehend. like how do you differ from one emotion to another, jungkook's horrible at reading people. yoongi rests his hand on jungkook's thigh and slumps down towards the younger's chest. it feels like all the tension from before evaporates as yoongi loudly sighs and nuzzles jungkook's chest.
''how was your date? tae told me about it.''
jungkook loudly groans. of course, taehyung would mix up the one thing he explicitly told him; that it was not a date.
''it was far from a date, hyung, actually i was doing an art project with yugyeom from my class.''
yoongi just silently nods, relief rushing into his body, lowering his gaze and fiddles with the silver rings on his hands before he notices jungkook's and turns his attention toward them. tracing the paint streaks and blotches on his hands. he mutters quietly to himself.
''what was that, yoongi?''
''only want you to date me, kook-ah.''
and it's like that tension from before made a reappearance. yoongi's half lidded triangular eyes are staring right into jungkook's. he can feel his breath hitch at the intensity that yoongi's eyes holds before the elder drops his gaze towards jungkook's lips and bites his own plump, red ones.
''do you mean it, hyung?'' the proximity between them is too much, jungkook can barely breath. but he doesn't know if he should really believe the words from an intoxicated yoongi.
''yes.''
and that's the last word yoongi says before he slumps back down into the younger's chest and falls asleep. jungkook groans out loud, how could yoongi be this cruel?
/
it's warm. that's the first thing yoongi feels when he wakes up. the second thing he feels is that there's an arm wrapped around him tightly. it only takes him a second to realise that it's jungkook. and it only takes him another to second to realise it's jungkook's bed because he's the only one who has silk sheets that faintly smell of roses. see, this is probably one of the reasons why yoongi loves staying over at jungkook's apartment, because his bed is so damn comfortable. also because of jungkook. but mostly because of his bed.
he taps his fingers lightly on jungkook's arm but the boy has basically molded himself against yoongi's back. he taps again but it seems like the younger is in deep sleep so he tries to sit up. and fails. because, ugh, he should have accepted this months ago. once jungkook cuddles you, there's no way you can escape.
thankfully, it seems like the deities had mercy on him and jungkook slowly started to wake up, loosening his grip on yoongi. yoongi turns towards him and is met with the sight of an angel. jungkook's sporting a massive bed head, raven hair curling at the ends and sticking out in some angles; his tanned skin literally glows in the room basking in sunlight. this lighting must be good for his art. and when jungkook opens his eyes, yoongi swears his heart stops because they're literally sparkling and jungkook's mouth curls into a lazy, sleepy smile. yoongi turns away. this much beauty is too much to handle in the morning.
''morning, hyung.''
''good morning, kook.''
he sits upward, rubbing his eyes and it's when he notices the hoodie that basically drowns him, ah, it's not his. it's jungkook's. and he's not wearing any pants either. yoongi knows that they didn't do anything but he's not sure when he stripped in his drunkenness. actually, he doesn't remember much. oh my god, what if he said something super embarrassing?
he swings his legs and moves off the bed when jungkook speaks up,
''you don't really remember last night, do you?''
yoongi turns back to look at the younger and racks his brain for any memories but all he can remember is him singing loudly with tae and jimin and maybe cuddling with jungkook.
''nah, it's all hazy after the second bottle.. why?''
''the second bottle?! there were more?’’ jungkook sputters,‘’anyway, it's a shame you don't remember.''
yoongi widens his eyes.
''i did something super weird, didn't i?''
he wonders if drunk yoongi is loose lipped enough to confess. but then again, he did reveal to jin that hoseok had a huge, fat crush on him during one of their gossip lunches. and then he also got beat up by hoseok and, yeah, he probably deserved that but now both of them are together so isn't that for the better?
''depends on if you actually mean it or not. let's go out for coffee and talk about it.''
/
yoongi went to his apartment after eating breakfast due to jungkook’s many protests but yoongi had to clear his head for a little bit before he met up with jungkook. the way jungkook looked at him when he offered to meet up for coffee was so intense, yoongi’s not exactly sure how he feels about that.
he’s deep in thought as he enters his apartment, ignoring namjoon’s amused look because he’s in nothing but jungkook’s hoodie and boxers, grumbles as he showers, racks his brain as he tries to find any out of ordinary memory of last night while tugging on his ripped jeans and wearing another oversized hoodie, folding jungkook’s hoodie and placing it in the drawer that’s respectively only for jungkook’s clothes because he sleeps over so often. (yoongi sometimes wears them when he’s a little lovesick). he leaves his bedroom and ignores another amused look by namjoon because he’s wearing another one of jungkook’s hoodie. (maybe yoongi’s always a little lovesick).
he jogs towards the quaint, cozy cafe that they chose to meet up at and yoongi can spot jungkook easily. a pretty face in the midst of a mundane crowd sticks out like a sore thumb. jungkook has two drinks in his hands, one is a white chocolate, strawberry frappe and the other one is an americano. yoongi calls jungkook's drink diabetes. jungkook punches his shoulder.
and they begin to walk. yoongi’s not sure if he should break the silence, jungkook looks pretty content just walking and he’s really unsure about what to say when jungkook abruptly stops.
‘’so, last night..’’ jungkook starts and before he could further say anything else, yoongi interrupts him, ‘’i’m really sorry if i did anything to make you feel weird or uncomfortable, kook, it was not my intention!’’
jungkook chuckles and quickly pries away yoongi’s hands from in front of his face that are clasped together in an apology and yoongi’s squeezed shut eyes slowly open. jungkook doesn’t let go of his hand.
‘’you asked me yesterday night about my date,’’ yoongi internally cringes, he remembers the jealousy very vividly, "but, the thing is, i had no date.’’
yoongi's eyes snap upwards towards jungkook instantaneously and jungkook continues with his calm demeanor, “and you further said that i should only,” jungkook brings his lips right next to the shell of yoongi's ear, ‘’date you.”
it's particularly intimate, the action, jungkook has basically engulfed him from the front with his body as he bends down to whisper in yoongi's ear. and his lips make the slightest contact with yoongi's ear as jungkook talks but it still makes shivers run down his spine.
‘’uhm,’’ yoongi starts intelligently, his brain’s trying to work everything out because the way jungkook’s acting right now is giving him some signals but he doesn’t know if he should act on those signals so now he’s just confused, ‘’i’m not denying that.’’
‘’that’s good,’’ jungkook speaks up, retracting from his former position but still so close that their foreheads are almost touching, ‘’because i only want to date you, too, hyung.’’
‘’this is an awful first date, kook,’’ yoongi retorts, ‘’aren’t they supposed to be walks on the beach or some sappy shit like that?’’
jungkook grins and slips his hands in yoongi’s, ‘’those are only perks that come with being my boyfriend.’’
‘’meaning i’ll get them soon, got it. thanks, bun.’’ thanks for making it a little easier for me cause i don’t think i could have survived a day longer like this, yoongi thinks and the words are heavy on his tongue and he doesn’t know if he’ll ever say them. but the way jungkook looks at him and grins makes him think maybe he knows.
/
summer means boisterous, youthful fun. means seokjin’s pick up truck and the vast blue goodness. means the feel of cool sand underneath tired feet. means the joy of friendship and loud laughter. means the crackle of fire and cans of beer. means deep, violet skies and a million stars. means hushed words under blankets of love and eye crinkles.
means taehyung and hoseok singing along to loud music on the top of their lungs in the back of the truck as seokjin speeds along the coastline. means jimin laughing at them from underneath his blanket. means namjoon sitting in the passenger seat fiddling through the polaroids. means jungkook sitting with his hand on the speaker next to him on the car door because he loves the way the bass thrums underneath his fingertips and envelops his body. means yoongi grinning at what he’s doing, slips his fingers in jungkook's free hand and presses it against his chest so jungkook can hear the way the bass thrums in his chest. but all jungkook can focus on is the way his heart beats, as if trying to keep up with the languid tempo of the bass. means jungkook staring back wide eyed, in love, and yoongi laughing freely. means jungkook never having a favourite sound before this.
all of the boys set up the campfire while yoongi and jungkook decide to go on a walk. seokjin making obnoxious kissing noises behind them. and the funny thing is, they haven’t really kissed yet. feels like the moment never came where they were like oh, we have to seal this relationship with a kiss. they were just gladly living on their lives as before.
yoongi notices the way jungkook positively beams underneath the night sky, as if starlight lives within his veins and makes itself known in the darkness of the night. he’s talking about something really excitedly with his cold hand clasped in yoongi’s warm one and yoongi’s half guilty that he’s not listening properly but really, he’s too entranced by his beauty to do anything.
jungkook turns towards him and meets his eyes, a small smile slips through. ‘’you’re staring.’’ he mutters, jabbing a finger on yoongi’s chest. yoongi holds it there, a light hold on his wrist and the younger splays his whole hand on his heart.
‘’i am.’’ he agrees, a little breathless now because they’re both too close.
it takes a second for jungkook’s gaze to flicker downwards before their lips meet. it’s sweet. jungkook tastes like the sugary goodness of the banana chocolate chips he loves and yoongi tastes like americano. their lips fit together and it’s really just soft pecks.
yoongi’s hands trail to jungkook’s nape and jungkook wraps his hands around yoongi’s waist. and like that, they just stay there. together. underneath the moonlight.