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"Jung- Jungkook could you- I can't reach the-" Yoongi's standing on his tippy toes, trying to grab a new bag of coffee beans. The problem? It's on the highest god damn shelf, and unfortunately Yoongi's just not quite tall enough for that.
"Too short to reach?" Jungkook giggles, lifting the bag of beans off the shelf and handing it over to Yoongi.
"Don't be a brat." Yoongi glares at the younger barista, but Jungkook just beams in response.
The nerve of that kid!
It's happened a few times before, too. Something Yoongi needed would be on the top shelf, and of course he couldn't reach it himself, so he'd have to make Jungkook get it for him. And every. Single. Time. Jungkook would just giggle that stupid, sweet laugh of his and make a joke about Yoongi's height. If it was anybody else, Yoongi would probably punch them right then and there. But Jungkook was just so... cute? That stupid adorable bunny smile of his and his stupid dark hair that always looked amazing and his stupid soft hands that make Yoongi's heart flutter whenever they accidentally brush against his own!
But then it started happening more frequently, and Yoongi started to suspect Jungkook was putting things on the top shelf on purpose so Yoongi'd have to ask Jungkook for his help.
"Jungkook."
"Yes, hyung?"
"Do you possibly have any idea how the milk could've gotten out of the fridge and onto the top shelf?"
"What? That's really weird, I have no clue." However, Jungkook's wide ass smile says otherwise.
"Just. I need it. Please."
"Maybe somebody likes watching you struggle to reach things on the top shelf." Jungkook suggests. That little shit.
"Oh really? I have
absolutely no idea
who that might be."
That cute stupid giggle again. Yoongi swears Jungkook will be the death of him.
"Jeon Jungkook you fucker!" Yoongi hisses into the phone, staring up at the top shelf. There are multiple things perched up there and that's
not where they belong
. Jungkook was the last person in the coffee shop last night, so obviously he was the one behind this. (not that Yoongi thought it was anybody other than Jungkook who did it).
"What's up, Yoongi hyung?" Jungkook doesn't even try to hide his not-so-subtle giggling.
Yoongi tries not to smile at the sound of Jungkook's laughter. (spoiler alert: he fails).
"I think you know what's up, you brat."
"I'll be there soon to help you, Yoongi hyungie~!"
"Hurry up, we open in ten minutes."
"I want something in return."
"What?" Yoongi questioned, raising his eyebrows slightly.
"I'm always getting stuff off the top shelf for you, and I never get anything in return!"
"I mean- okay I guess. What do you want then?"
"I want a kiss!"
"What- excuse me?" Yoongi's absolutely baffled. Was he hearing correctly? Did Jungkook just ask for a... a kiss? (yoongi may or may not be blushing).
"A kiss- I want you to kiss me..." Jungkook pouts, and when Yoongi looks into the younger's eyes he can't seem to bring himself to refuse. (not that he was going to refuse anyways).
Good thing they're on their break right now. Yoongi slowly reaches his hands up and cups Jungkook's face in them, making a whole show of looking between his eyes and his lips. Jungkook's eyes are locked on Yoongi's, his lips parted slightly. He fucking
gulps
when Yoongi licks his lips, beginning to inch his face closer to Jungkook's. And then Yoongi pecks Jungkook's pretty lips and pulls away.
"There's your kiss. You satisfied?" Yoongi asks with a smirk.
Jungkook wants to protest- that wasn't a kiss! That was just a weak little peck! But he can't seem to find his voice. Yoongi laughs and walks out of the break room, leaving a stunned Jungkook just standing there staring blankly at the wall.
The following week goes by and nothing happens between Yoongi and Jungkook. Until something
does
happen.
"Jungkook," Yoongi's trying not to laugh, "Jungkook you have a bit of-" Yoongi points to his own upper lip, trying to let Jungkook know he has a whipped cream mustache.
Jungkook furrows his eyebrows and starts to bring his hand up to wipe it away, but Yoongi grabs his wrist before he can reach his face.
"Here, let me.." With Yoongi still holding onto Jungkook's wrist, he leans towards Jungkook's face and fits their lips together.
You could say it's a perfect match, that their lips slotted together perfectly like two puzzle pieces, except Yoongi isn't here for that cliché ass bullshit. However he will admit that Jungkook's lips pressing against his own is maybe possibly the greatest feeling in the world?
Neither of them knew how long the kiss lasted. Thirty seconds? Three minutes? Thirteen? But when Yoongi pulled away, Jungkook's lips were glossy and a shade of just-kissed red. There are still remnants of whipped cream of course, now on both of their upper lips, but they're too high off the kiss to care.
"I was wondering when you two were gunna do that." Seokjin (manager* Seokjin) interrupts their little moment, looking at them fondly with a small shake of his head.
"
Hyung!
"
"Jeon Jungkook!" Yoongi shouts, hands on his hips.
"Yes, Yoongi hyungie?" Jungkook bounces into the kitchen of their new apartment.
That stupid adorable bunny grin again!
"Care to explain yourself?" Yoongi points to the top shelf of the opened cabinet, where all of their mugs have mysteriously moved to, instead of where they should be on the lowest shelf.
"I like when you need me to get stuff for you. It's cute!" He giggles.
"You're such a brat, you know that?" But Yoongi's grinning. (he's so whipped for Jungkook).
"Mm but I'm
your
brat." Jungkook pulls Yoongi into a sweet little kiss before he grabs their two favorite mugs, gently setting them onto the counter.
Coffee gets poured into one, juice gets poured in the other. (coffee is too bitter for Jungkook's taste).