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it was too early when yoongi heard the sound of his rooms door opening and its gentle click back into place. too early when he felt his duvet lifted from his sleepy body. too early when he felt his matress dip when jungkook slid into his bed next to him.
hyung .
yoongi groaned.
can i stay here?
didnt you sleep? yoongi asked, lazily rolling over to face him.
fuck, he looked pretty. too pretty.
not much.
you can stay , the older boy responded, his tone begrudging.
he made an effort to turn on his side again, back to jungkook, in the hopes of avoiding all physical contact.
he was so warm .
he could hear jungkooks slow breathing behind him. inhale, exhale. inhale, exhale. inhale- fuck.
he smelled like fabric softener, and coffee. pumpkin spice flavoured coffee, to be exact (one of jungkooks favorite drinks, with no cream but two sugars). it was that time of year; where its too cold and gets dark too fast, the time where people would argue about whether it was acceptable to listen to christmas music. to yoongi, christmas music is never acceptable.
his breath hitched when he felt jungkooks hand brush against the hem of his shirt. the last time they touched was two weeks and three days ago.
[it was after half a day of dance practice, where they were all sweaty and tired and maybe a little lightheaded. jungkook hung back to practice by himself. yoongi forgot his hoodie. maybe jungkook wasnt thinking straight, and maybe yoongi just looked too pretty that day not to.
somehow, through a rush of sweaty palms and short breaths, jungkook had yoongi pinned against a wall. jungkook kissed him before he could protest, and it was so good, so good, so good. too good. but so wrong. they were friends and colleagues and not anything more but the wishes couldnt be stopped when their lips connected. yoongi was taken by surprise but jungkook was a little too excited, carried away by the high of the boy in front of him.
they separated. jungkook apologized, overusing and tripping over the proper language terms. yoongi was tuning him out anyway. neither one of them could think in a proper way. 3 seconds and 28 milliseconds of bliss, to be technical. feeling jungkooks lips against his was yoongis new favorite feeling. the back of his neck felt cold when jungkook dropped his hand. the next two weeks and three days passed with few interactions between them, spare tense apologies or nods.]
despite the unresolved tension, jungkook visited yoongi every morning, without fail. they didnt need words or explanations. what they needed was each other. now, now, now . their daily rendezvouses were routine.
neither one of them could bear to break it now.
yoongi felt jungkook shift his weight and turn to face yoongis back.
hyung.
yoongi pretended not to hear.
hyung, i know youre not asleep.
i am asleep.
jungkook laughed softly, the sound barely a whisper above the hum of the radiator. yoongi rolled over, as if suddenly reminded of the beauty of the boy next to him.
and he was .
jungkook smiled when yoongi faced him. yoongi always loved how he always seemed to smile with his eyes.
the brief rush of adrenaline yoongi had acted on was gone, turning him into a blushing, babbling mess.
jungkook moved closer to him, intertwining their hands. yoongis was cold but its okay because jungkooks was bigger and so warm it seemed to spread up through yoongis fingertips, all the way to the threads of his beating heart. when jungkook spoke, yoongi could feel his warm breath on his cheeks.
ive been thinking.
thats a first.
jungkook hit him. yoongi struggled to keep his laughs quiet.
ive been thinking about when i kissed you.
yoongi fell silent, averting his eyes.
hyung, look at me.
jungkook tilted yoongis head to face him, his touch sending veins of warmth down the older boys neck. he was captivated by all the little marks on jungkook's skin. all the little blemishes and freckles and beauty marks that made looking at him that much better. it really was a shame they constantly covered him in makeup. he really was gorgeous, like someone spilled a galaxy onto his honey skin.
i just wanted to ask if- i dunno. he ran a hand through his hair, his voice cracking. he was panicking. nothing, it was stupid, sorry-
jungkook.
no its nothing-
jeon jungkook if you dont tell me what youre thinking about, im just going to go on thinking you have a secret tattoo of my face on your ass.
that shut him up. yoongi looked into his brown eyes, wide enough that he could see himself reflected in them.
when he spoke, the youngers voice was hoarse and shaky. iwaswonderingifyoulikedit.
yoongi leaned back. i suppose. its been so long since ive kissed someone, thats all. i guess i sorta forgot what it felt like. it was nice, though. kissing you was nice.
the younger's hands started shaking, now that he was thinking of it. his face got redder, if possible. does that mean that if i kissed you again, it would just be as friends?
yoongi kept his voice steady; steadier than his heartrate. would you want it to be more than friends?
i didnt say that.
you're right, kook. i did. would you want it to be more than friends?
maybe.
yoongi sighed. okay.
okay? jungkook was raising his voice.
okay.
whyareyousayingoka-?
yoongi cut him off by pressing their lips together. it was half to shut him up, half because jeon jungkook just looked too pretty in front of him, with his pink cheeks and pink lips and messy hair and shirt that still smelled like his cologne from yesterday. his body was like a positive magnet, pulling yoongi in. and he wasnt even trying to fight it.
jungkook felt his stomach twist, his head becoming dizzy from the warm euphoric feeling yoongi gave him. fuck, he could get used to this.
the kiss was messy and maybe a little too desperate, but it was everything they had imagined. it lasted a while, longer than 3 seconds and 28 milliseconds.
jungkook tries not too like it when he feels the olders' cold hands slip under his shirt, exploring his chest. his fingers curl in yoongis thick black hair, tugging slightly. the reaction he gets is immediate. the older boy groans into jungkook's mouth, allowing him to gently slip his tongue in.
yoongi pulled away, his head spinning from the lack of oxygen.
fuck, he breathed. jungkook laughed, his breathing irregular too, as he brushed yoongis hair off his sweaty forhead. he kissed the tip of his nose.
youre really beautiful, you know that?
jungkook blushed. we should probably go eat and get ready, he said, his voice laced with apprehension and still a whisper from the morning.
mmm, id rather just kiss you again.