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to say that yoongi was in love with jeongguk was an understatement. yoongi was infatuated. enamored. crazy about.
for the longest time jeongguk was like a distant memory, something yoongi knew was there and that he knew he could touch and feel and be with, but there was always a disconnect. obviously the disconnect was only on yoongi’s side, the unrequited crush he thought he had making him distance himself from jeongguk so he doesn’t get too attached and jeongguk figures out his feelings and rejects him. it also doesn’t help that jeongguk is naturally touchy, he gives a lot of hugs, touches in inappropriate places, his insistence on yoongi kissing him at random times, they’re just random pecks, but they don’t fail to make yoongi’s heart flutter.
jeongguk also calls yoongi his husband, granted he does the same to taehyung, but he doesn’t do so to namjoon, who yoongi is sure is closer to jeongguk. yoongi isn’t sure if that makes him special in any way, shape or form but he could dream without any judgement so he will.
“husband!” jeongguk shouts across the room when yoongi finally steps into the theater, “you made it!” jeongguk wrapped his arms around yoongi’s waist, burying his face into yoongi’s neck. yoongi tried his hardest not to blush profusely at the feeling of jeongguk practically wrapping himself around yoongi like a koala.
“hey gguk, you know i’m only here because you are.” yoongi slowly pries jeongguk off of him, wanting him off of him but also not at the same time. but this is a public place and no matter how much he’d like jeongguk to cling to him like a baby, he cannot.
jeongguk led him into the actual theater, where taehyung and jimin were already in. they were seated in the two seater off to the side and both jeongguk and yoongi know that the two boys are not going to be watching this movie and probably will be jerking eachother off.
yoongi and jeongguk however, have to watch the movie. since jeongguk was cuddly around everyone, especially yoongi, jeongguk lifted up the armrest to cuddle up against yoongi’s chest. yoongi had to level his breathing to make sure his heart didn’t begin racing at the fact that jeongguk was extremely close to him and would probably stay that way for the next hour or so.
the movie went by so slowly, yoongi couldn’t pay enough attention to see if he’d actually enjoy the movie or not because he was trying not to freak out about the baby on his chest. so when they left and jeongguk was going on and on about how romantic the movie was and how he’d kill to have someone love him as unconditionally as the main lead loved his wife, yoongi didn’t know how to respond other than nodding slightly and humming in agreement.
their ‘dates’ never usually ended with jeongguk kissing yoongi good night when yoongi dropped jeongguk off at his apartment, and it was never more than a simple peck on the lips. but this time, jeongguk thought it was a good idea to kiss yoongi with more fervor, holding yoongi by the back of his neck to keep the elder there. when jeongguk pulled back, he mumbled a shy goodnight before quickly moving into his apartment.
yoongi was stunned, he was pretty sure his body moved on its own, muscle memory taking over as he drove himself back home. the kiss kept replaying in his head, to the point where he couldn’t sleep.
after a while, yoongi couldn’t find the heart to think of the kiss anymore, so he thought about the chances he has at a successful confession. jeongguk was a popular kid, and almost always had someone to mess around with usually jeongguk liked them a lot and didn’t hesitate showing it. yoongi couldn’t confess now, but jeongguk just tried to makeout with him, so there’s clearly an attraction there, but it’s so hard to tell if jeongguk is with someone right now.
yoongi couldn’t ask jeongguk, especially not after what they did, it would make him look desperate. so he called taehyung.
“yoongi?” he answered almost immediately.
“yeah, it’s me,” yoongi sighed, “listen i’ll just get to the point, is gguk seeing anyone?”
“by seeing you mean fucking? no, or at least he hasn’t mentioned anyone.” taehyung snickered after a few moments, “jimin quit,”
“okay let me hang up before i fuel your exhibitionism kink, again,” yoongi hung up the phone, feeling a small rush of adrenaline in his veins. he could get off his ass now and go to jeongguk and confess or he could text him so his heart can breathe and he can’t look at the big doe eyes he gives when yoongi has serious conversation with him. but then the anxiety of waiting. fuck it, yoongi’s calling him.
“yoongi?” jeongguk gave up on honorifics long ago and yoongi gave up on correcting him, “why are you calling so late?”
“shit.” yoongi stuttered, jeongguk’s gravelly voice sending his brain seven different ways, “hey gguk,”
“what’s wrong? are you okay? your voice is shaking,”
“gguk i have something to tell you,” yoongi breathed, “please just listen and don’t say anything about it until i’m done,”
“what? are you okay?”
“fine,”
“then what’s wrong,”
yoongi sighed, “i don’t really know how to say this, but i’ve known you for a long time gguk and you’ve been a staple in my life for the time you’ve been around and i can’t help the feelings that i’ve ended up developing,” he heard jeongguk’s little gasp and nearly stopped, “i really, really like you jeongguk, i want to say it’s love but i don’t want to scare you off so i won’t say that. and if confessing after you basically made out with me in front of your apartment makes me desperate i don’t care, i just want you gguk.”
it was silent for a moment, and yoongi had to check if jeongguk accidentally ended the call or something while he was confessing, but the call was still going.
“hyung, can i come over?” jeongguk asked quietly, almost too quiet for yoongi to hear, but he did hear and agreed before his brain could really think about the consequences of seeing jeongguk face to face.
jeongguk stayed on the phone, humming a random love song as he left his apartment and walked over to yoongi’s apartment. yoongi didn’t need to get up to let him in because jeongguk knows the passcode to his apartment. he heard the little song of his lock and the door opening. jeongguk ended the call, and yoongi could hear the shuffling of jeongguk raiding his kitchen before coming to his room. yoongi sat up in his bed, sitting on the edge to look at the kid in his kitchen.
jeongguk must’ve felt yoongi’s gaze, because he turned to look at yoongi’s bed. his hair was messy and although he looked sleepy his eyes still shone brightly. he smiled lightly at yoongi, waving with his hands being slightly obscured by his sweater. yoongi felt his heart flutter in his chest.
the smile didn’t leave yoongi’s face as jeongguk came to lay down in yoongi’s bed, wrapping his arm around yoongi’s waist and pulling him down. yoongi pulled jeongguk into his arms, letting the younger bury his face in yoongi’s neck.
they laid there for a while, just listening to each other’s breathing and drawing patterns on the other’s skin. yoongi was on the verge of falling asleep, his fingers slowing down on jeongguk’s back and his breathing evening out. right before he let sleep overcome him, jeongguk spoke. it sounded so far away but the air that brushed against his neck let him know the younger hasn’t left yet.
“i love you too, yoongi.”