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"Still practicing, huh?" Kim Namjoon leaned against the door frame of the practice room, his arms crossed and a slight smile appearing. "Everyone went home a few hours ago already.”
Jeon Jungkook ignored him for a few short moments as the song was about to end anyway. Once he finished, he turned around to look at his leader. "Well, you know what they say," Jungkook was out of breath as he bent down to pick up the water bottle on the side. He paused to drink it in its entirety, then continues his half finished sentence. "Practice makes perfect."
Namjoon nodded and held out another bottle of water as Jungkook already engulfed his. "Too much practice also makes you exhausted. Why don't you take a break?"
"I'll be done soon." Jungkook assured him, walking over to the phone with the aux cord connected to the speakers so he could start the song over.
Suddenly, the phone was pulled out of his hands and he snapped his head up to see the other boy sending him a look of disapproval. "Jungkook, it's late."
"So what?" Jungkook could understand Namjoon's concern, but it was his own choice to stay late and rehearse the choreography over and over again. "I'll sleep later. I'm not tired, anyway."
He reached out to grab the phone back, but his leader was much too fast for him. Namjoon moved his hand as far back as he could manage, causing the maknae to lose his balance and fall forward.
Falling forward meant having his chest touching Namjoon's, his arm still trying to reach out and snatch the phone back. "Seriously, hyung, I need it-" Jungkook stopped himself, knowing that there was no way Namjoon was going to give it back. The two stared uncomfortably at each other, never having their faces so close before.
Jungkook’s heart was beating incredibly fast and he cringed at the thought of Namjoon feeling it. An involuntary reaction; it wasn’t like he wanted to be affected by it, although now that he was so close, he could see why his body reacted like this. Namjoon was attractive, anyone with eyes could see that.
But Jungkook wasn’t supposed to have this kind of temptation towards him.
“Um,” the maknae gently removed himself, backing away towards the door slowly. “I’ll be right back.”
Namjoon looked confused for some reason, as if he didn’t understand why Jungkook was running away. A pang of guilt hit him as he ran a hand through his black hair, letting out a sigh. Did he just unintentionally hurt Namjoon’s feelings by being overcome with his own and leaving to get some air? That was the very last thing Jungkook wanted to do, yet he was sure that’s what just happened.
Ten minutes passed before Jungkook was even considering going back inside to deal with this. He was confused about everything. First of all, why had Namjoon come to see him so late anyway? Unless he was worried about Jungkook being out so late, which did make sense. Namjoon was the leader, he obviously wanted to make sure that everyone was safe. Jungkook was the youngest, the baby, so he was being taken care of often.
That’s all this was. Jungkook was overreacting and his hormones were raging.
With that in mind, he was now confident in his ability to walk back inside and talk to Namjoon like a mature adult. He’d apologize for his confusing behavior and see where it went from there. Jungkook couldn’t believe that just minutes ago, he was angry with Namjoon for stopping his practice, and now he was almost on his knees begging for forgiveness.
Much to his surprise, Jungkook could hear a voice as he neared the door. He pressed his ear against it, doing his best to try and make out what was being said. When the voice still sounded muffled, he opened the door a tiny bit.
“Yeah, I’m here with him now. He just left a little bit ago… Huh? I don’t want to talk about it. And you know I can’t tell him that.” Namjoon was obviously on the phone with someone, unless he was talking to himself.
Intrigued by the fact that he was missing something, Jungkook scrunched his eyebrows and tilted his head, wondering what on earth Namjoon was talking about, and who he was talking to.
“I was kinda hoping to tell him tonight, but I don’t think it’ll happen. Jungkook- he’s, he’s so hard to figure out. I can’t tell what he was thinking, if he wanted to kiss me, if he didn’t…”
Kiss him?
“Yes, I like him. You know that already, but I can’t just say that!”
Jungkook was finally connecting the dots. With his name being mentioned, the word like, the word kiss, it had to be about him.
Oh. So Namjoon liked him. That was why he looked so confused when Jungkook ran away earlier.
Smiling to himself, the maknae decided to stay quiet outside in the hallway. When Namjoon was ready to tell him, Jungkook was here with open arms.