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jungkook's got his hand around namjoon's wrist, pulling namjoon along, practically dragging namjoon, as they run through the back alleys. there's the sound of sirens on the main street and they can vaguely hear the police yelling a couple corners back. the things on jungkook's mind right now is run run run away right alongside the thought that the police don't know how to take a joke. so what if it's the fifth time this week that jungkook drew a dick on the backdoor of the police station. it's not like any of the regular citizens walk in that way, so who really cares.
jungkook might be a street smart natural, but namjoon grew up in these back alleys. and so there's a moment of vertigo when namjoon tugs his hand out of the younger's grasp only to immediately latch onto his hand and bodily throw themselves into a space between two buildings. it's a small fit for two broad young men, but jungkook doesn't even breathe when he hears voices getting closer.
that's when he can feel a small shaking against his body. jungkook's first thought is that, oh shit namjoon hyung is actually really scared, but his elder is just trying not to laugh out loud. it's ridiculous how just seeing the humor in namjoon's eyes alone makes the worry in jungkook melt away. he nudges the older a little because there's barely even any room for jungkook to push namjoon jokingly. there's a quick attempt at trying to glare at namjoon, but it's easily foiled by the fact that jungkook is almost laughing now too.
standing chest to chest, jungkook has a moment to think about how close they are before a movement catches his attention. there's a cocky smirk on namjoon's face as he lifts a finger to his lips as the universal sign for "shh." and to be honest, jungkook's kind of forgotten about what they're running away from when he's barely six inches away from a face sculpted by the most creative and artistic and talented gods. namjoon's lips are really something to dream about, often about how it would feel pressed against his. and, oh, namjoon's saying something again.
"I think the coast is clear now." namjoon's looking down at him directly, or maybe a little lower than directly. "we could leave now." he doesn't make a move.
jungkook barely nods but it's enough to bring their heads closer. "yeah. we could," he agrees. but he doesn't move either.
gods, jungkook is going to go crazy and die as soon as this is over because he can definitely feel namjoon's breath against his skin. and how good would that feel against his lips? there's also the feeling of namjoon's thighs between his but he's really trying not to think about that. he's also not really thinking when he reaches up the slightest amount to actually press their lips together for the softest second.
and then namjoon's kissing back which makes jungkook vividly feel like he's in a dream. it's not rough and dirty like half of his dreams are. but it's definitely the kind of kiss that jungkook wants to have every day, from namjoon specifically. there's an embarrassing whine when namjoon moves his thighs up with the lightest pressure, but the elder only smirks against his lips again. "I think we're running out of our luck in public indecency today, baby." and oh okay. he's baby. "we should probably head back where people can't see us."
they don't leave the alley for another hour.