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Twelve years of friendship. Twelve years of friendship and you would think that I would have been invited over to his new place by now. Hah, new?! It’s been six months! It’s not new anymore. Twelve years of friendship.
“Kook, you’re ranting… and pacing.”
Jungkook didn’t even spare a look to the person of the deep baritone voice that was cautiously speaking to him as if he was a wounded animal that might flee or attack if one got too close. He continued pacing. He continued to grumble to himself, the other man only picking up “Twelve years of friendship…” over and over again.
“You’re burning holes into my Persian rug.” He cried in despair at the brand new rug he had bargained with a trader in the east end for deal that was honestly already cheap enough but the man liked to haggle.
“I just can’t believe him. How could he ask you to go grab his wallet and work ID from home when we’ve had-”
“I swear to everything holy and unholy. If you say twelve years of friendship one more time Jeon Jungkook, I will murder you on my new favorite rug and you know how I feel about dirtying my precious shiny new toys.”
This grabbed the pacing man’s attention and he finally turned his head to gaze upon his friend, only to see a flame flickering that made him hesitant for half a second before he finally slumped onto the couch a pace behind him and settle down. Or as much as he could because a second later his left leg was bouncing but at least he wasn’t burning a hole through the Persian rug or having his blood splattered all over it.
“Tae. He asked you! He doesn’t even like you…” Jungkook’s eyes flickered up at the currently Ronald McDonald red locks of hair that might have matched the gleam in his eye before quickly adding, “that much.”
“Hyung.”
“Taehyung hyung.” The younger male amended. Taehyung normally didn’t care much about honorifics from people he was close with and he had known Jungkook practically since the boy was in diapers but he was a little testy and that might have to do with the one sitting across from him who had been complaining for the last thirty minutes that their hyung didn’t ask him to do him a favor. It was utterly ridiculous.
“I beg to differ. Yoongi hyung holds hands with me quite often. Just three days ago too. When was the last time he held hands with you?”
Jungkook scoffed and looked out the window that was to his left. Yoongi and him didn’t hold hands anymore. They hadn’t really done that since… well, since Jungkook was in middle school actually. Regardless of that, everyone knew, including Taehyung that the only reason Yoongi will hold his hand is because he’s agreeing to disagree with the younger and that is his way of doing it peacefully. It’s kind of cute but Jungkook will never let his best friend know that.
“Can’t remember can you? Didn’t think so. Listen Kook, he asked me to do him a favor but it’s not like he doesn’t love you.”
Taehyung watched the tips of his friend’s ears turn pink and it only made him want to sigh. The two of them were impossible. They both were too easy to read, practically transparent and moments like this were really exhausting. Or they had become so.
“I.. I know that he l-loves me. That’s not the problem.”
“I know Kook-ah, but it’s not like I’ve ever been to his apartment before- Oh!”
Snapping his head back to the man in the chair adjacent to Jungkook, his eyes were sharp and searching. Searching for the obvious truth and mistake that his friend had just made. The redhead tried to avoid his friend’s gaze but they both knew that the damage was already done.
“You’ve been there before, hyung?”
Silence.
“Hyung, you’ve been to Yoongi’s place and never told me. He invited you over…” but not me? It wasn’t said but didn’t need to be. Anyone in the room could hear that loud and clear. Standing up Jungkook walked out of the room, down a hallway and into the first door on the left. Taehyung watched the chocolate brown fluffy hair disappear around the corner and then he was on his feet following. He watched as the younger started searching his room. He might be mad but it wasn’t much of an invasion of privacy. They lived together and both of them hadn’t kept secrets from each other, their rooms weren’t off limits to the other. They didn’t root around out of respect but if they were cleaning or lost something it wasn’t uncommon to go through each others room. Neither had anything to hide… usually.
“K-kook it was just once. Don’t you think this is just silly?”
Jungkook was ignoring his roommate until he heard the word silly. He stopped going through Taehyung’s underwear drawer, bringing his watery eyes directly upon the other’s.
“Twelve fucking years of friendship hyung and I’m being silly for being upset that my best friend doesn’t want me to come over to his home? I’m just being too sensitive right? I’m not allowed to be hurt that he’s been pushing me away so much he makes up excuses to not hang out with me anymore? I’m not allowed to wonder why it’s okay for other people to visit his home but me? I’m just being silly right? Thinking too much like I always do.” His fingertips touched something metal and jagged in the underwear drawer. Wrapping his fingers around it, Jungkook picked up the key and another piece of his heart earned a chink in it. He didn’t have to ask, he knew that this key was Yoongi’s spare key to his place. Brushing past his roommate he stormed out of their apartment trying to see through the blur that the world was becoming with each step that he took.
It hurt to know that he had been in the dark about so many things. It hurt to know that Yoongi didn’t trust him. It hurt that his best friend wasn't telling him anything. That he didn’t matter enough to have a conversation about whatever was going on to cause this shift in their relationship. He knew that Yoongi could brood, he could lock himself away in his own space for long periods of time and neglect his basic needs until someone pulled him out of it for various reasons. Some were dark, other reasons were just sparks of genius inspiration and sometimes he just needed to be alone. Jungkook knew that, he understood that, he respected it and often times he was the only one who could recognize which mood Yoongi was in. It was one of the reasons they had been such good friends for as long as they had. He knew when to push and to fall back with Yoongi. He didn’t mind that sometimes they would just sit in silence and enjoy the company of having someone next to you but not having to speak. He didn’t mind when Yoongi was grumpy and would make snippy comments because his hyung always made it up later, typically with a coffee or food. Sometimes even a verbal apology. Those were his favorite because Yoongi would be really shy about it, slurring his words even more than he does on a typical day and his gaze would only reach yours for a fraction of a second but in that second you could see just how sincere he was being.
They had many more good, happy-go-lucky days than bad ones but friendship was about being there through the good and especially through the bad. Just as much as Jungkook knew he had been there for his hyung, his hyung had been there even more so for Jungkook through his dark times. Hyung had always been there, hovering quietly in the background and anticipating his needs before he even did half the time. No one understood him as well as Yoongi does. Jungkook quietly appreciates this and tries often to show just as quietly how much he does.
So, yes, each step he takes as he walks to his hyung’s house that he knows the address of, as seen that same grey front door he’s seen a multitude of times, hurts. Each step brings about another dull cut, another chink in his heart as he wonders why his person doesn’t want to see him anymore.
His person.
Jungkook had never really put a name to what Yoongi was to him. It fit though. It fit so well, he was kind of amazed he hadn’t realized it before. Hyung was his person, that one person that managed to be your rock, to fill in your cracks, to help you be better but also never wavered when you were your worse. Something like a soulmate or more. Whatever that may be, he couldn’t help but wonder now, just,
Who am I to hyung?
It could have been ten minutes or it could have been an hour and Jungkook wouldn’t have known. His concept of time had disappeared with the consumption of his overwhelming feelings. He now stood in front of that grey door he had stood in front of so many times before. Days when he was picking Yoongi up and only seen a glimpse into the apartment that was his hyung’s. Days when he had stopped by unannounced but couldn’t find it in himself to actually knock even when he knew that Yoongi was sitting inside.
He couldn’t hesitate today or he would chicken out and go all the way back home. Not giving himself time to do that Jungkook slid the key into the lock and unlocked the door. Turning the door knob, he pushed open the door, quietly shut the door behind him and slipped off his shoes. Running his fingers through his silky locks, Jungkook stared down the small entryway. This was the furthest he had ever been in Yoongi’s apartment. Now that he was here he almost didn’t know what to do. The apartment wasn’t large but it was still bigger than the last place that his hyung had lived in. As he walked further in, everything looked uniquely Yoongi. Greys, white, black and blues were the majority of the color of the decor in the apartment. A black leather couch with a navy soft throw blanket in front of a black entertainment center with a large flat screen TV. The PS4 in the center cabinet under the TV that he knew Yoongi had mostly purchased because of Jungkook and the fact that it was a nice bluray player. A grey wood grain coffee table that had music sheets and take out menus strewn across it, PS4 controller and remote. Surround sound speakers because why not. A dying plant that Taehyung had probably bought him as a housewarming present sitting on a windowsill.
To the left were two doors, both left open. Jungkook walked closer only to see a small studio and a bedroom with a bed that wasn’t made, the corner of his lips curled up in amusement because it was just so very like his hyung. He didn’t go in. As if walking around his hyung’s house unannounced and uninvited wasn’t violation enough going into either of those rooms just felt like a line he couldn’t cross, especially the studio which he knew was Yoongi’s safe haven. Turning around he padded across the mahogany wood floor, past the living room and into the kitchen. It was honestly, cleaner than he had anticipated. Out of all the rooms he expected Yoongi to have cooked the night before, been lazy and left just about everything out but that wasn’t the case. The granite island had a few pieces of mail on it, a small spice rack and paper towels. The sink, well there were some dishes in the sink from… breakfast? It was late afternoon right now. Glancing over at the stove there was a snowman dish towel and that made him chuckle out loud. Yoongi could be really cute sometimes. He reached for the handle to turn on the faucet, waited until it warmed up a little and then began to wash the two plates, pan and coffee mug that was left in the sink. It was the least he could do for breaking and entering.
“Is it breaking and entering if you have a key?”
Jungkook shook his head, of course it was breaking and entering, he wasn’t invited. Frowning at himself, he scrubbed away at the, surprise, black dishes. He had come here in such a whirlwind that he was now losing his steam. Yes, he was mad at Yoongi for giving Taehyung a key, for letting Taehyung come over when he couldn’t, for not telling him that he was doing any of this, for denying him and making up ridiculous excuses not to let Jungkook hangout with him at home even though Yoongi was always welcome in his home. However, none of that actually excused his behavior right now and the guilt was creeping in. Sitting in the center of his core like a heavy stone that kept growing in size.
“What am I even doing here?” His brown locks swung forward as he hung his head over the sink, snowman dish towel clutched in his fist, hands pressed against the edge of the sink. The water steadily flowing into basin below.
“That should be my question, Jungkook-ah.”
The younger male couldn’t deny that his immediate reaction was a warmth at hearing that familiar deep smooth voice he knew so well. It quickly turned into nausea though. He didn’t want to turn around, he didn’t want to see anger on his hyung’s face, he didn’t want to see the disappointment in his eyes. The voice, of course, gave away no context clues as to how the older man was feeling. His voice never did. No, that was wrong. Yoongi’s voice gave a way a lot but never when he was mad or content only when he was happy. Content or mad? He was pretty sure that Yoongi would be mad right now. He had every right to be.
“What are you doing?”
The words were empty, they both knew that he only repeated the question to get the younger’s attention. To pull Jungkook out from his thoughts and back to the present. Pushing himself up taller, Jungkook turned off the water and slowly turned around, leaning against the edge of the sink but not meeting his hyung’s eyes. He couldn’t… Not yet.
“Washing dishes?”
It came out like a question but neither of them acknowledged it. The silence stretched and stretched and stretched. Neither budging. Yoongi continued to stand next to his island across from his friend, eyes trained on him and nowhere else. It was Jungkook who cracked first. He always did. As stubborn as he could be and that was extremely stubborn he always cracked when it came to Yoongi.
Slipping his finger into his pocket, he pulled out the spare key he had taken from Taehyung, held it up before setting it down on the island dividing them.
“Why did you give Taehyung your spare key?”
Why didn’t you give it to me? Why didn’t you trust me?
Silence. Yoongi always answered in silence when he didn’t want to speak the truth. A lie without lying. Jungkook raised his eyes finally to look at his friend. He was the same as always, black shirt, black leather jacket, the one that Jungkook always begged to borrow but Yoongi always refused to share, pastel pink hair that almost ruins the bad boy look he carried so well with the blank expression that so many took to be a cold hard glare but was anything but. It was simply the expression his face took when he was going about his daily business, not thinking too hard, relaxed even just casual Min Yoongi. Handsome. His hyung was still handsome. He really didn’t understand how such a soft color could actually enhance the man’s naturally good looks.
“Why did you let him hang out here with you?”
But not me?
The more questions he asked the more he felt petulant and ridiculous. If anyone else was to hear this they would think that he was being a five year old but it mattered even if these questions were a mask for the deeper question that had plaguing his mind for months now. He still didn’t want to say it to himself, let alone outloud.
“Jungkoo-”
“It’s been six months hyung!” He pushed himself off of the sink and took a step closer to the island.
“Six months?!” Another step.
“Why?”
Why can’t I come over? Why don’t you want me to come over?
He stopped by the corner of the island but somehow Yoongi had gotten just as far away as he had been to begin with. They were opposite each other once again.
“It hasn’t been that long…” Yoongi’s eyes faltered from looking into Jungkook’s and slipped past him. Now, Jungkook was quiet because they both knew that wasn’t true. It was what Yoongi wanted to be true. So he kept quiet and let Yoongi do the math, cue a sigh. And there it was that familiar sigh. Yoongi doesn’t like to Jungkook. He never has and he never will but that doesn’t mean he’s always willing to admit things easily, if at all.
“Hyung…” He walked closer to Yoongi once more and this time the other man didn’t move. Just waited for the younger to finish his thoughts. They were in this mess because of the two of them. There’s plenty of blame to go around and responsibility to take. Neither of them would blame the other though. They didn’t do that. An old promise they had made years ago.
Jungkook licked his lips, he thought he might… might be ready to ask that question. To ask the question he didn’t want to admit to himself. Didn’t want to say it aloud because it makes it real. He might be ready to-
“You have a picture of me? On your fridge?” His eyes flickered over to the fridge and became distracted. It was a picture he had never seen before. Probably about three years old considering his bowl cut. Everyone had just called him a coconut and he hated the hairstyle ever sense. Everyone except Yoongi that is. He would always ruffle his hair, gummy smile and say, it’s not that bad Jungkook-ah, hyung likes it. Those words had stopped him from just shaving his hair off. Jungkook took another step forward, Yoongi was already close to the refrigerator and he took a step to the side. The younger tilted his head in slight confusion at the movement. His eyes scanned more and there was another picture. This one was from five years ago and oh, another from two years ago. He took another step but Yoongi’s large hand grasped his arm, drawing Jungkook’s eyes to his hyung.
“Hyung, I’ve never seen those before? Where did you get- wait did you take those?” He tried to look around Yoongi but the elder pushed him firmly yet gently back away from the refrigerator. His friend had never been hard for him to figure out and as he watched his hyung’s adam’s apple bob up and down almost nervously in his throat, Jungkook was baffled.
“I uh… um.. Ah, shit. Why did you have to come over unannounced? Why couldn’t you have just asked?” The pink haired man wasn’t looking at Jungkook but at his chest. Jungkook stared down at him and scoffed.
“Ask? Yoongi hyung, I have asked. Many times and you always make up some lame excuse not to let me come over? Why would I ask anymore? Do you think it’s fun for me to ask you to come over and get rejected over and over again. If it wasn’t for those pictures I’d say you don’t want to be friends anymore. Wait- Are you seeing Tae and didn’t know how to tell me?”
Yoongi dropped his hand from the others arm and whipped his head up so fast he almost gave Jungkook whiplash and he was just observing.
“What the fuck? Why would I ever date Taehyung? What the fuck Jungkook?!”
The younger just blinked at the man in front of him who actually looked offended that Jungkook had even suggested that. He just didn’t know anymore. At a complete and utter loss as to what could be going on with his best friend. Frustrated with everything, Jungkook ran his fingers through his hair, tugged on it a bit before frowning.
“Then why don’t you want me?”
There he finally said it. He finally said the words he had been dreading and that stone in his core doubled in size. He didn’t want to think that Yoongi didn’t want to be his friend anymore but maybe it was a truth he needed to face. Jungkook couldn’t see it but there was hurt swimming in his hyung’s eyes but it was gone just as quickly.
“You’re not making any sense. You don’t make any sense to me anymore. I just needed… time. I needed time.”
“Time? You could have asked? Six months worth of time?! You know me hyung, I would have given it to you in an instant. Instead, I broke into your fucking home for what, you to speak in riddles and to tell me you need time from our friendship? You’re my best friend, we talk about everything.”
I thought we talked about everything.
Before he could stop himself, his hand was reaching out for Yoongi’s and he held it in his own, entwining their fingers like they used to do before middle school started for Jungkook.
“I miss you, hyung.” His eyes were watering again, the sting was there as Jungkook tried to fight it back. He didn’t want to cry but god did he miss Yoongi. He missed his best friend. He really missed Yoongi.
“I miss you too, Jungkook-ah. I miss you much more.” Yoongi raised his eyes to meet the youngers, his hand immediately following, thumb brushing the corner of Jungkook’s eye in an attempt to keep the tears waiting to fall at bay.
“Don’t do that, Jungkook-ah. Don’t cry…” Yoongi glanced away and began to mutter under his breath but they were too close and Jungkook heard anyways, “shit, how do you always make me…” He took a deep breath and removed his hand from Jungkook’s cheek but not without one more caress against his cheekbone. Yoongi locked gazes once again and wanted to sigh all over again at the puppy eyes he was being given tinted with questions.
“You make me nervous and happy and horny all at the same time and it’s confusing as fuck sometimes.” The shorter pink haired male let go of Jungkook immediately and turned around. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He walked away, walked back took a second glance at his friend and then walked all the way around the island to the sink, gripping it with his hands, leaning over it and cursing a few more times. He had said those words aloud, couldn’t take them back, Jungkook had heard and it was all too much.
“Uh, hyung? What did you just say?” The question hung in the air with a tinge of amusement but only created more embarrassment for Yoongi. His ears were turning a bright shade of pink. If he would turn around he would see that Jungkook’s were also tinged pink.
“Not repeating it.”
Jungkook walked over to the fridge and took a look at all of the pictures on there. His hyung had always been into photography and it was the one thing that he had never shared with the younger. He wondered if this may have been the reason why. If he was the reason why. It was embarrassing to even think of that as a possibility but…
“Stop looking at my fridge.”
A tinkle of laughter filled the air and it may have just been the most beautiful sound that Yoongi had heard in the last six months. It had really been too long. The laughter only indicated that he had been right.
“You can’t even see me how do you know I was looking at the fridge?” There was warm breath against the shell of his ear and Yoongi shivered. Too close. Why is he this close?
“Jeon Jungkook.” His name was more of a growl, a warning, a request.
Yoongi felt the presence before he could see it, Strong arms planted on either side of him and the heat radiating off of the taller man in waves hit Yoongi’s back. The breath was back and it was fucking with Yoongi’s mind. Thinking straight, what was that?
“Hyung, am I making you nervous, happy and horny all at once?”
Yes.
“Please forget that.”
A chin dropped onto Yoongi’s shoulder and he let out a shaky breath. Too close. Why was he so close?
“I don’t think I can.”
“God, please Jungkook forget I ever said that. I’m not in my right mind. Drunk, uh lots of soju today.”
“At four in the afternoon, hyung? You don’t drink that early.”
He muttered, I wish I had.
“Stop calling me that way.” Jungkook’s laughter caused vibrations to be felt through Yoongi and he desperately wished he could be anywhere but where he was right this instant.
“What way? Hyung? How else am I to call you? Yoongi? Yoongz? I know you hate that one.”
Silence filled the air again, Yoongi trying to gather his bearings and Jungkook enjoying being this close to Yoongi, it had been so long.
“I really missed you Yoongi. I’m just happy to be talking to you right now.”
His words were so soft, a kind of happiness that Yoongi hadn’t been privy to on his own accord in awhile now but it was laced with a sadness that made him ache inside for causing that. The two had been friends for so long that the other didn’t deserve such treatment. Didn’t deserve to be pushed away but he didn’t know what else to do. The feelings he had been having had grown immensely over the years, he wasn’t even quite sure when it had happened but holding Jungkook’s hand wasn’t just holding Jungkook’s hand anymore, it was more. Subtle touches had lost their innocence and he didn’t know what to do. Jungkook just flexing his muscles was enough to bring thoughts he should not be having about his best friend to light. He needed time but… it had done nothing. Talking to Taehyung hadn’t helped either, it just reconfirmed how strong those feelings were. Yoongi had always wanted to protect Jungkook, keep him safe and warm but now he wanted to keep him safe and warm in his arms in another way.
“It’s hyung to you.” The words were automatic and the laughter tickled his neck but he couldn’t even scold the younger for it. Somewhere in the middle of laughter, Jungkook had shifted and moved closer, his back was pressed against Yoongi’s and the warmth was too much. It was hot, stifling and Yoongi needed to move. He turned around hoping that Jungkook would back up in the process but he didn’t budge, just allowed the moment. He swallowed nervously, but was determined to look into Jungkook’s dark eyes that he had gotten lost in one too many times.
“If you don’t move,” Yoongi licked his lips, “I’m going to kiss you.”
What was he even saying? Yoongi didn’t know, his brain had lost control of all function apparently. All he knew how to was to panic in his mind and flail about like a fish out of water while looking the exact opposite. He looked calm, his eyes clear, his body not shaking even if he felt like his knees might give out at any moment. The longer he gazed into Jungkook’s deep brown eyes the softer his resolve became. His resolves was to put distance between them and attempt to salvage whatever was left of their friendship but Jungkook just stood there. He stood there with his pretty brown eyes that Yoongi wanted to give the world to and stared directly into his. He stared and stared and those eyes looked like they were pleading with Yoongi to do it, to kiss him. Their stalemate continued for a few moments more before pink hair came close into Jungkook’s vision and cold partially chapped lips brushed over his own. Once, twice, a large hand cupped the back of his neck and pulled the younger closer. Teeth pressed into the bottom lip and tugged it into Yoongi’s mouth, sucking gently to draw out a soft groan. Jungkook deepened the kiss himself, his hands gripping his hyung’s waist, pulling him flush up against him. Fingers tangled into his hair and tugged on the strands drawing the sweetest mewl from the younger’s lips.
“Hyung, I’m so glad you’re not dating Taehyung.”
Yoongi’s shoulder began to shake with laughter. Of all the things for Jungkook to say. The younger took half a step back to give them enough space so he could look at Yoongi. His eyes were bright, as bright as Yoongi had ever seen them, they had always been warm. Jungkook was the warmest person he knew but right now, it was more. There was something special in his gaze and he wonders if it was always there.
“Never but really Jungkook of all the things you could have said after our first kiss, you bring up another guy?”
It was the first true smile he had seen from Yoongi in the last six months, smile spread so wide it was teeth and gums, his favorite gummy smile.
“Can I kiss you again hyung?” Jungkook asks as he twirls a strand of pink hair around his finger.
“Are you sure?”
Are you sure you want this?
Leaning in next to Yoongi’s ear, Jungkook whispers,
“Am I making you nervous, happy and horny all at once Yoongi hyung?”
Yes, I want this, have wanted this more than you know.
This earned Jungkook a prompt shove and Yoongi was able to sneak past the man at long last.
“You’re not cute, Jungkook-ah.”
“Aw, but hyung you’ve always told me I’m the cutest.” The pout could be heard from across the room but Yoongi refused to turn back, he knew he would crumble if he did. He always caved when it came to the younger.
“Shut up.”
Jungkook trailed after his hyung and curled up his feet up underneath him on the couch, leaning against Yoongi’s arm that is now missing the familiar leather. His phone started to vibrate in his back pocket in rapid succession that Jungkook couldn’t ignore it. Pulling it out he opened the text messages from none other than the Ronald McDonald throwing a fit in their own apartment.
TaeTae [5:06]: Did you make up yet?
TaeTae [5:06]: You did
TaeTae [5:06]: Dont tell me ur doing the bump n’ grind rn?! ;););)
TaeTae [5:06]: Get dicked down real good Kook
TaeTae [5:07]: You reeaaalllyyy need it
TaeTae [5:07]: Bad
Yoongi hadn’t been looking at the messages at all but instead wrapped his arm around the younger and pulled him closer as he turned on the television. He could feel Jungkook shaking his head.
Kook [5:08]: Bump n’ grind?? Stop listening to all those old RnB songs Jimin keeps sending you
“What does Tae want?”
Jungkook looks up at Yoongi and then the screen, Iron Man? That’s the last disc in his drive. Silently to himself he chuckles, Yoongi must have missed him if he had been watching Iron Man by himself.
“Oh you know, if we made up. Thinks we’re fucking right now and some other unnecessary things.”
Nodding, Yoongi hits play on the movie and rubs his hand up and down Jungkook’s arm. Presses his lips to Jungkook’s temple.
“Just tell him we had sex next to Fergie.”
Jungkook looked over at Yoongi in confusion, “Fergie?”
“Yeah, the fern he named Fergie and got me for a housewarming gift.” A devious smirk spread across the elders face and Jungkook couldn’t resist. He leaned over and kissed him before letting his fingers type over the screen, hit send and put his phone on silent. Tossing the phone on the coffee table he ignored it lighting up as Taehyung began calling incessantly. He snuggled closer to Yoongi and pulled the blanket around them both.
“You know hyung,”
“What baby?”
Yoongi froze, that had slipped out way too soon and way too quickly. However it was not the first time he had to stop himself from calling Jungkook that. The blush on Jungkook’s cheeks said enough but neither broached that topic right now. It would be though, later, much later that night.
“That wasn’t our first kiss.”
“Huh? Yes, it was. I would have remembered.”
Jungkook just giggled, snuggled closer once more and fell quiet as the movie began.
“Jungkook-ah? Jungkook? Baby?” A finger was pressed to Yoongi’s lips.
“Tony is speaking.”
I love you.
It had been only been ten minutes and he was being shushed over another guy? Yoongi had to laugh at that but complied and settled in for the movie he had already seen a hundred times and was sure to see another hundred times since he wasn’t letting the other go ever again.
I love you too.