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Jungkook stared at his desk before looking in front of him to the teacher. He laid back in his seat, he was already bored with math and rather not do it; starting to question why he took the course. He was too far away from the window to look through it so he occupied himself looking at the clock that was two hours off. He would be finished school for the day after this and he'd like to eat his feelings away, having almost failed a test he studied for hours the night before. The time ticked by and the teacher turned into humming that passed through his mind. He started to tap on his desk, lightly. Namjoon said that he'd show him some of his rap songs at break so he was more impatient as usual. The teacher called on him, asking for the answer, Jungkook looked at the board, trying to decipher what it means. He was going to open his mouth to say he didn't know but the bell rang, "Saved by the bell?" The teacher said before dismissing them, for some reason, out of 100 kids, the teacher seemed to notice Jungkook, maybe it was because he sat in the first row and zoned out constantly.
Jungkook walked down the halls, ready to combust in tears of sadness from the test and joy from Namjoon finally letting him listen. He went to a vending machine, buying chips before heading to the storage room where the history teacher let them stay in. Jungkook opened the door, seeing Jin, Hoseok and Namjoon. He waved at them, seeing a CD in between Namjoon's hands. Jungkook smiled as Namjoon went into his bag to get a CD player. Apparently, Jin had already heard it before Jungkook came in, but Jungkook didn't care.
Namjoon put the CD in, and there was a silence before it started to play. Jungkook gushed internally inside, hearing a rift starting. Jungkook sat on a table, and he heard Namjoon start to rap on the recording. Jungkook was tapping along while bobbing his head to the beat. There was a background voice he heard that he wasn't sure who it was. He hummed as well, catching pitches in the background. The pause was long before Jungkook smiled, "That was amazing! It was great and I'll put it on my sex setlist." Namjoon interrupted, "Please never say that again." Jungkook then asked, "Who was the person in the background? It didn't sound like you." Namjoon answered, "Oh, that's Yoongi, he works at the place I recorded and we came good friends, see?" Namjoon pulled out his phone scrolling through his camera roll, "This is Yoongi, he's the same age as Jin, he just goes to a different school College." Jungkook smiled, "Really? Did he help you with your mixtape? Does he also want to be a rapper or producer when he's older?" Namjoon shrugged, "How about you ask him? I invited him over to my house on Saturday, you're welcome to come."
They changed the subject, Jin saying how more people had confessed their love to him which made the boys laugh, "Damn, you're popular as ever," Hoseok told, shaking his head in fake disapproval. Jin laughed at that, loud and echoey through the room, "More popular than you." Jin laughed loudly, clapping his hands softly. Jungkook tried to remember what he was doing on Saturday and he doesn’t remember having anything to do. The bell rang with Hoseok failing to imitate an actor.
Jungkook stood at the door, he raised his arm up to knock but stopped. The flowers were wilted and maybe it wasn’t meant to be. He turned around, before, “Hello?” Jungkook heard. He opened his eyes recognizing the person, “Yoongi.” Yoongi looked at Jungkook, “You know me but I don’t know you.” Jungkook bowed, “I’m Jungkook, Namjoon told me about you.” Yoongi's eyes were dull with an undertone of sadness, he wondered why as Yoongi asked, “Ah, are you coming in as well?” Jungkook nodded without thinking, “Yeah, he did invite me.” Yoongi told, “Oh, you guys aren’t brothers? He told me about you a bit and I thought you guys were.” He trailed off at the end and Jungkook laughed shyly, “No if I were I’d be very annoying.” Yoongi stepped up in front of Jungkook and knocked on the door.
Namjoon opened it, a worried expression, “I burnt the snacks,” he blurted out. Jungkook groaned, “Namjoon, Jin told you, you’re no longer allowed in the kitchen, get your parents to cook that shit.” Jungkook raced inside to make sure it wasn’t still burning. Yoongi asked, “How old was he again?” Namjoon told, “18, he looks young so I guess it comes as a surprise when he swears.” Yoongi nodded, entering the house, he stayed motionless, as he watched Jungkook running out of the kitchen to jump on the couch his feet hanging off the back and his head on the handrest. Yoongi highly doubted that Jungkook was 18.
They all sat with store-bought chips, Jungkook played on his phone as Namjoon and Yoongi discussed other music ideas. Jungkook put his phone down on his chest, “Yoongi, did you really help Namjoon with the mixtape?” Yoongi nodded, “Yeah, something wrong with it?” Jungkook shook his head, sitting up, “No, it’s was great,” he smiled as he rested his head on the couch, looking at Yoongi who sat across from him, “Oh, thanks.” Jungkook went back to his phone.
“Jungkook likes a lot of music and when I first told him I wrote lyrics and rapped, he was gushing,” Namjoon started before Jungkook interrupted, throwing his body weight onto him, “Namjoon, no,” he dragged out, hiding his face into his hands and smiling on the reflex of feeling embarrassed. Namjoon laughed, throwing him onto the ground as Jungkook went back to his original place.
Yoongi asked, “How long have you known each other?” Namjoon thought out loud, “Probably since grade five? Well, I was in grade five, my mom forced me to babysit with him, and then he went to my high school and we’re friends now.” Yoongi nodded, he ran his fingers in his black hair. Jungkook jumping, “But in my offence, I was in grade four, so I’m not some annoying younger kid who annoyingly follows people.” Namjoon told, “No one said you were,” there was a pause, an awkward, dragged out pause that illuminated their insecurities, “let’s all get ice cream, Jungkook, you like that, right?” Namjoon said, trying to find something to do in order for the pause to stop. Jungkook nodded, “Of course I do, you have to pay though,” he joked, laughing loudly. Namjoon asked, “Why me?” Jungkook reasoned, “Because you’re older.”
They took Yoongi’s car, to get ice cream down the street. Jungkook was in the back as he admired the car; he’d admire anything to do with Yoongi as he helped Namjoon with the mixtape. Jungkook looked out the window, loving the scenery.
The ice cream shop was a place Jungkook had gone to a ton of times. With Jin every Saturday, Hoseok on his birthdays at 1:32 PM, Namjoon at random times and with his parents even less. Jungkook was well acquainted with the shop, and he knew the owner which got him discounts sometimes. He went there when he had his first break up, his first date, his first kiss and when he saw his first crush and when he realized that the said crush would never like him back. It held memories that floated around his mind like old songs and tales sung in centries. The shop was his second home and he didn’t know he could fall in love with a place until the owner said they were shutting down for an April fool’s prank.
They arrived at the shop, behind it was a forest filled with trees and a small creek just below the hill. In front of the shop were tables with two chair. Jungkook ran in, entering the shop getting greeted by the man behind the register, “Kookie, how have you been and who’s paying because I know it’s not you.” Jungkook smiled, putting his hands on the counter, “Namjoon is of course, and I’ve been good, how have you been, Minjung?” He smiled, “All right, nothing bad has happened.”
Namjoon told, “Yoongi, what do you want?” Yoongi responded, “I’m not an ice cream fan,” he said, looking at how well Jungkook seemed to know everyone, “How long has he been here for?” Namjoon told, “Forever, actually that’s how Jin and he met, on a Saturday when Jin was crying about some petty reason, I told you about him, right?” Yoongi nodded, “I think you have once or twice.”
“Same as usual then, Kookie?” Minjung asked Jungkook confirmed, eyeing the cookies and cream. Namjoon got the mint chocolate chip flavour. The price was discounted as Minjung was always soft for Jungkook. Jungkook sat on a bench, Namjoon opting stand up and lean on a wall.
“You like a lot of ice cream I’m guessing,” Yoongi asked, staring at Jungkook from across the table. Jungkook confirmed, “Yeah, it’s nice,” he started to eat the cone, as the breeze started to pick up. Jungkook shivered a bit and then finished the ice cream. Jungkook questioned, “Yoongi, you don’t like ice cream then?” Yoongi shook his head, “No, I was not one for a sweet tooth or the cold.”
“Then why did you come, we could’ve gone somewhere else.”
“I’m not paying, and I don’t want to pay either so I don’t really get an option.”
He smiled to himself, a buzz from Namjoon’s phone, “I’m sorry guys, I got to take this.” Jungkook told, “It’s fine,” and Namjoon walked away. Yoongi saw Jungkook reach for his phone before, “Do you want to do something?” Yoongi asked, not wanting it to be awkward. Jungkook raised his head, “Where?” Yoongi answered, “I’ll show you some music.” Jungkook smiled for how could he say no to that, “But what about Namjoon?” Yoongi told, “I’ll leave my keys here, he’ll get a ride home.” Jungkook nodded, jumping out of the chair and followed Yoongi.
Yoongi’s pale skin shined in the light, and Jungkook wondered where he was taking him. Jungkook watched him walk along the dirt path beside the driveway. Jungkook ran up to him, “Yoongi, are you new in town?” Yoongi turned his head to Jungkook, “No, I’ve been in this town my whole life, I just haven’t seen you before.” Jungkook nodded, “Yeah, I know a lot of people but I didn’t hear your name before Namjoon so I didn’t,” he trailed, eyes downcasting to the ground. Yoongi started, voice evening out from a mumble, “It’s fine, I could understand why you thought that we’re almost there, by the way.”
They entered an apartment building, Jungkook claiming, “Is this where you live?” Yoongi nodded, “Yeah, it’s cheap,” Yoongi explained, as they entered the elevator. Jungkook tapped on the railing of the box, smiling contently. The bell rang signalling for the doors to open which they did and Yoongi led the way. The hallway was wide and bright, and Yoongi stopped at a door to open it.
Jungkook entered after him, looking around to see an electric keyboard, “I used to have a grand piano, but I couldn’t take it with me so I just bought this to make up for it,” Yoongi said, sitting down near the piano. Jungkook smiled, sitting down beside him, “Are you going to play something?” Jungkook asked, eyes widening in amazement as Yoongi started to play. It was a popular melody, Claire de Lune. Yoongi hummed softly along.
Jungkook sat in glee, as he watched Yoongi press the keys. When Yoongi was done, he looked at Jungkook, questioning in his eyes. Jungkook smiled, “That was amazing!” Jungkook exclaimed. Yoongi thanked him, “I have a few songs that I’m working on right now, would you want to hear them?” Jungkook nodded.
Jungkook saw Namjoon, “Really? You left me to listen to some of Yoongi’s songs?” Jungkook nodded sheepishly, ashamed of it now. They were at the storage room yet again, “Last time I’m taking you out for ice cream.” Jungkook jokingly told, “No, not my ice cream.” Namjoon laughed, “You seemed to get along with Yoongi well, would you want to hang out with him again?” Jungkook agreed, unhesitantly and happily, “Yes,” was all he could respond with.
Just like before, they were at Namjoon’s house and ended up somewhere else, instead of going to the ice cream shop, they went to the carnival as Namjoon said it was in town. Jungkook walked in between Namjoon and Yoongi, he towered over Yoongi and Namjoon slightly taller than him. Jungkook watched as Yoongi bought him some cotton candy, Jungkook thanking him. They ditched Namjoon awhile ago, Yoongi leaving while continuously staring at Jungkook. He’d wish to take Yoongi away and slam him against a wall and maybe Jungkook has developed a crush but he did with Namjoon; he’s sure he has a music kink of sorts.
Jungkook left Namjoon, claiming he had to go take a piss but he found his way to Yoongi. Jungkook was dragged into Yoongi’s car, both of them in the back seat, “What are we doing here, Yoongi?” Jungkook asked, eyeing him slightly. Jungkook watched Yoongi, his legs moving alongside his hips as he transitioned into a different sitting pose. “Do you have a number?” Yoongi asked, grabbing his phone as he licked his lips. Jungkook nodded, getting his phone out as well, his hands sweaty causing it to fall. He quickly picked it up, Yoongi looking up, expecting an answer, “It’s,” Jungkook said before giving his phone to him, “here, you can read it.” Yoongi took the phone and typed the number in his phone, “Thanks,” Yoongi said as he returned the phone, “I’ll text you sometimes, but for now, let’s go somewhere.”
Yoongi took Jungkook to the studio, saying he can watch Yoongi do the magic behind the scenes. There was a girl, Jungkook hadn’t bothered to learn the name of as he watched Yoongi put controls on to make the audio cleaner. Jungkook had earphones on as well as Yoongi ok’d her that they were going to start. Jungkook thought of Yoongi’s hands, they were bigger that controlled everything, his back arched as he slightly tapped his legs on the ground. Jungkook moved his chair a tiny bit closer.
Jungkook moaned as he collided his body against Yoongi’s on the bed, his hips moving upwards to meet Jungkook. Yoongi leaned into the kiss they shared, and Jungkook's hand went to Yoongi’s torso, playing with the clothing. His hand continued to go down as he reached his pants. Yoongi muffled moans were growing louder but it was still silent as Jungkook pulled his pants down to his thighs.
He woke up with a jolt and a moan, and he looked down to see come leaking through his pants, he groaned in anger as he had to clean himself up. He looked at his phone to see a text from Yoongi, “Come by around 10:30 PM?” He looked at the time, “3:54 AM” it lit up and Jungkook couldn’t respond then so he’ll wait in the morning. Jungkook went to his shower to soak himself before getting new clothes.
He had the same conversation with Namjoon, “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.” Jin asked, changing the subject, “You still up for ice cream on Saturday?” Jungkook nodded, “Of course, wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Jin laughed, “Right, well, I gotta go, this face needs to be shown.” Hoseok rolled his eyes, “That fucking narcissist, I would’ve murdered him if I didn’t love him, no homo tho.” Jungkook smiled, “Right, no homo.” He parroted in disbelief.
Jungkook paced around his room, wondering what Yoongi would want from him. Jungkook decided to just wear jeans and a white t-shirt, it was casual and good. He took his rented car and started to drive. Jungkook tapped on the wheel, heart hammering in his chest as he could hear the echo in his ears.
He arrived fast, thanks to the accidental speeding and went to Yoongi’s apartment. He knocked on the door, Yoongi opening it and pulling Jungkook by the shirt inside the room. Jungkook looked at Yoongi, “What’re you doing?” He asked as Yoongi’s weight was pushing down on him, “Nothing, Jungkook, I,” he stopped and Jungkook knew, he didn’t know if it was a feeling or he could read his thoughts but Jungkook knew.
Jungkook leaned close, hesitating, afraid that he misread the air. Yoongi pulled Jungkook down, kissing his neck, “You’re 18 right?” He had muttered, leaning his forehead on Jungkook’s shoulder, Jungkook nodded, “Yeah,” he whispered breathily quiet, Yoongi’s heavy breathing itched his neck as Jungkook pulled him up. His legs wrapped around Jungkook’s waist and his mouth moved in sync with Jungkooks.
Jungkook stumbled over the couch, dropping Yoongi onto it. He asked, whispering softly against his skin, playing with his hands on Jungkook’s back, “Jungkook, you don’t, you don’t have to do this.” Jungkook lisped unnoticeably and whispered back, “It’s fine, I want to, I’d like to do it.” Yoongi hummed into a smile, his hands moving to hug him, moving himself up to latch onto Jungkook, head rubbing to his neck.
Jungkook, like the dream, moved his hand down, “I’m scared,” Jungkook confessed softly, hand rubbing the waistband of Yoongi’s jeans. Yoongi smiled, “Me too,” he admitted as well, moaning quietly as Jungkook unzipped the jeans.
Jungkook moved his hips downwards and forwards, rubbing against Yoongi. His hands held onto Yoongi’s dick, as he started to rub him. Yoongi closed his eyes, mouth slightly opened, the tips of his teeth showing and Jungkook thought that the miniature mole on Yoongi’s cheek was pretty. Jungkook sat up, getting rid of his pants, Yoongi watched patiently, Jungkook helped Yoongi out of his pants as well, before moving him on his stomach. Yoongi looked back, “Are you a,” he paused, unsure if he wanted to say it but Jungkook understood, “Yeah, I’m a,” he didn’t want to say it either, almost embarrassed of it, he was embarrassed. Yoongi looked back, straining his neck a bit but he didn’t mind, “It’s not like porn, Jungkook,” he said. Jungkook answered, “I don’t watch,” but that was a lie and he didn’t want to lie to him so he asked, “Where’s the uh,” Jungkook cursed his embarrassing waver in his voice. “Over there,” Yoongi pointed over the couch, looking towards a table with a compartment and Jungkook got up from him.
Jungkook returned, seeing Yoongi on his back, “I, don’t you need to prepare or something, or is that a porn thing?” Jungkook asked as he climbed back on the couch. Yoongi nodded, hand moving to Jungkook and the bottle, pouring some on Jungkook’s hands. He guided Jungkook’s hand near his ass, and Jungkook started to insert a finger. Yoongi’s neck arched as he leaned into the couch, Jungkook kissed his eyelids when they closed and his finger started to move. “Add anoth, add another one,” Yoongi told and Jungkook would rather be dead than decline the order, so a second finger found its way. Yoongi cried softly, biting his lip, his eyes looked up and nodded. He had his hands on Jungkook’s back, arms over the top of his shoulders as Jungkook did as he was told. Jungkook started to move, going deeper and Yoongi raised his voice as he trembled, “Did I, did I hurt you?” Jungkook asked, retracting his hands; but Yoongi stopped him, “It’s good, I feel good,” Yoongi told, “so good,” he reassured. Jungkook said, voice cracking from the heat, “Can I, I want to, can we,” Jungkook started, not knowing how to say it, “Yeah, let’s do it,” but Jungkook didn’t have to say it as Yoongi knew. Jungkook went for a condom, struggling to get it on so Yoongi helped him with a smile.
Yoongi’s hands lightly ran up Jungkook’s body, starting at the waist and finishing at his hair, gripping the locks softly as Jungkook began to enter. Yoongi whimpered, nails dragging on his back, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scratch you,” Yoongi apologized. Jungkook said, unmoving, “It’s fine, you have, you have to go through pain as well,” he reasoned before asking, “Can I, can I move?” Yoongi nodded, “Yeah, yeah, move,” he mumbled, going softer the more he talked.
Jungkook had moved, leaving and re-entering, Yoongi’s head was banging against the couch softly. Jungkook moved Yoongi’s legs on top of his shoulder, getting a better position to move faster. Jungkook’s mind wondered to see if he was doing a good job; if he was all right. He looked at Yoongi’s eyes closed as he heavily moaned under his breath and trembled against his skin. Jungkook muttered, “I’m, I’m gonna come,” and Yoongi denied, taking hold of Jungkook’s hands that laid on the upper half of his body, “No, just wait a bit longer.” So Jungkook tried, he kept on pounding into him, he was getting sloppier when Yoongi started to moan louder, bouncing off the walls. Yoongi told eyes closed harshly, “Come,” and Jungkook pulled out, coming as he laid, sitting up on the couch.
Yoongi leaned on him, “I’m surprised, you did good, it was, it was good,” Yoongi assured, playing with the tips of Jungkook’s fingers. Jungkook smiled because it was beautiful in it was own way.
“And then you left?” Jin asked, licking the ice cream that was melting on his cone. Jungkook nodded, “Yeah, I wasn’t sure what to do, so I looked at the time and pretended I was late for class.” Jin sighed, “You gave him aftercare, right?” Jungkook asked head tilted slightly to the side, “Aftercare?” Jin groaned, biting into his vanilla ice cream angrily, “Kook, you fucking idiot, you fucked him and left him? He probably felt, feels like you used him just for sex.” Jin loved Jungkook, he reminded him of his younger brother, so when he says that Jungkook’s a ‘fucking idiot’, Jungkook knows he messed up. “You gotta go, find him and apologize for leaving like a dick.”
Jungkook texted Yoongi, saying he was coming over. Yoongi responded when he just left the shop, with an okay and Jungkook would speed. Jungkook felt stupid, the only sexual contact he had before Yoongi was his hand, and he didn’t know, though that’s not an excuse, then as he looked at the forest beside his car, he wondered how he felt.
He came to the apartment, he knocked on the door, waiting for the door to open. When the door did open, Yoongi greeted him with a smile that was small, but all of his smiles were small but this one felt different in Jungkook’s eyes. He let him in, “How was your class?” He asked, sitting down on a chair, and Jungkook sat on a couch in front of him, “Good, I’m sorry for just leaving yesterday,” Jungkook atoned, looking at Yoongi, “It’s fine, I didn’t mind, just don’t do it again?” Jungkook looked away, nodding as he blushed and found himself in the same position.
Yoongi legs cradled around Jungkooks waist on the couch, jumping softly as his hands were on Yoongi’s waist, helping him as his dick was going further and further into him. Jungkook raised his hips to meet Yoongi’s. He ran his hand through Jungkook’s hair, chasing his climax. Jungkook kissed Yoongi’s neck, “Can I, can I come?” Jungkook asked Yoongi tilted his head to expose his neck, “Wait a bit,” Yoongi wanted to reach his climax as well, so Jungkook waited. Yoongi’s neck soon was devoured in bruises that formed gradually. Jungkook had started to pump Yoongi’s dick as well, as Yoongi’s pace fastened. Yoongi cried, his moans grew increasingly loud, Jungkook was hitting his prostate. He knew it was a good thing so he kept hitting it, Yoongi’s thighs started to close, squeezing between Jungkooks thighs, clutching Jungkook’s shirt, “I can’t hold it, Yoon, Yoongi.” He didn’t respond as he was already coming, moaning softly and roughly. Yoongi came shortly after, sitting beside him.
Yoongi said, fidgeting with Jungkook’s shirt, “You don’t have any classes right now, do you?” Jungkook shook his head, “No, not right now.” So Jungkook threw out the condom and then let Yoongi take him to the shower, “I’ll have a shower after.” Jungkook had a shower, Yoongi followed after, as Jungkook put on his jeans shirt, drying his hair.
He laid on his back on Yoongi’s bed, playing on his phone. He heard the water turn off, and Jungkook found why he was here, as a friend with benefits and Jungkook thought about it when he saw Yoongi enter the room, he wondered where he did stand, more than a friend but less than a lover, less of a friend and even less of a lover. Jungkook decided that he would leave it as he saw Yoongi crawl into bed once again, laying under the covers, with his phone in hand.
Jungkook had left once Yoongi fell asleep, leaving a note to say that he still cared for him. He went back to his dorm, filled with a comforting sadness. Jungkook would fall asleep in his own room.
The next day, Namjoon had invited Hoseok, Namjoon and Jin as well as Yoongi for a movie night, an older marvel movie was what they decided. He sat beside Hoseok while Yoongi sat beside Namjoon. Jungkook had already eaten all of his popcorn within the first 30 minutes and after pestering Hoseok enough, he budged and gave the rest of his snack to Jungkook. Hoseok rubbed Jungkook’s hair as Jungkook thanked him, focusing on the movie once again. It was the first X-men movie that introduced Logan as a child with his bone claws instead of metal.
Jungkook saw Yoongi, staring at him before letting his eyes wander back to the tv, his hands were placed on his lap. He stared intensely at Yoongi, almost forgetting about the movie. He wondered why he was so horny, was it his peak of awakening as he got introduced to the sex world. He was horny before, but he wasn’t always this lewd where if he just saw Yoongi, he’d get hard and want to fuck him against the mattress. Jungkook watched as Yoongi reposition himself, leaning on his legs. The movie ended, Hoseok offering a ride to Jungkook, but he looked at Yoongi and declined.
Jungkook walked towards Yoongi, as Yoongi twirled his keys around his finger. Jungkook followed Yoongi outside to his car, going into the passenger’s seat. He stared at Yoongi, looking down to his pants to see that he himself had a boner, which made Jungkook question why both of them were so horny. They were taking the horny college student cliche a bit to far.
They entered his apartment, Yoongi kissed Jungkook’s neck, making the skin dark as he let go. Jungkook did the usual, prepping him and then he bent Yoongi over the kitchen counter, Yoongi struggled to keep his feet fully on the floor. His back exposed for Jungkook to see and touch as he entered. Yoongi’s cock banged against the surface making him moan more as Jungkook sped up and started to pull his hair so his head was lifted. Jungkook slapped his ass, causing Yoongi to moan louder than before. Jungkook slapped him one more time, and Yoongi whimper out, “I wanna, I wanna come.” Jungkook wrapped his hand around Yoongi’s dick, squeezing it lightly, “Wait for me,” he said softly, taking his other hand in Yoongi’s hair, putting it near his mouth so Yoongi could suck them. Jungkook pounded faster, wondering how he got more confident overnight. He felt Yoongi’s tongue lap over his fingers, mouth closing as his tongue split the two fingers apart. Yoongi’s muffled moans reminded Jungkook of his orgasm so he let go of Yoongi, to take hold of his neck, squeezing it ever so lightly, “Fuck,” Jungkook said, releasing into Yoongi as they decided to not wear a condom. Yoongi collapsed onto the counter, as he came with a cry, “Damn, what happened to the awkward sex?” Yoongi laughed, closing his eyes as his cheek was against the counter, “I watched porn that had the finger sucking thing.” Yoongi smiled, getting up after catching his breath.
Jungkook let Yoongi have a shower first, Jungkook going in after. Jungkook had a fast rinse off and after, found Yoongi on the bed. Yoongi said, breaking the silence, “I want to break out of this fucking town,” he sighed. Jungkook asked, moving onto his shoulder to look at Yoongi, “Why do you say that?” Yoongi answered, his face outlined in the dark, “This town is shit, Kook, no one gets out, we’ve been in this town ever since we were born and how many people do you know that actually got out?” Jungkook thought for a moment, “I don’t think I know anyone who left.” Yoongi explained, “See? It traps everyone and I want out.” Jungkook looked at where he guessed his eyes were, “Oh, it’s not that bad, but you can leave if you wanted.” Yoongi nodded, “I will, it’ll be fun.”
Jungkook was at school, finished his class so he went to meet with his friends. Hoseok looked, “What’s that?” He pointed towards Jungkook’s neck, Jungkook tried to cover it up before other people saw but it was too late, “Oh shit, that’s a bruise, who’s the girl, Kook?” Hoseok asked, laughing and doubling over. Jungkook wondered if he Yoongi would mind, “You know Yoongi?” He said without thinking of the after. Hoseok choked on his drink, “Yoongi? You’re dating Yoongi?” Jungkook shook his head, “No, I think we’re just, you know.” Jin interpreted, “Fuck buddies? I thought you were dating,” Jin looked at him. Namjoon asked, “You knew about him and Yoongi?” Jin nodded, “Ice cream dates,” he finished, and looked at him, “does he know you like him?” Jungkook shrugged, eyes downcasting, “I don’t know, I never talked about it, should I, what if he only wants a sex buddy?” he admitted. Hoseok patted his shoulder, “It’s really up to you.”
Jungkook looked at his phone, seeing a message from Yoongi, “Ice cream never looked as good when I saw you, but the water behind it looks more compelling.” Jungkook looked at it, re-reading it, getting confused from the text. Jin asked to read it, “Jungkook, you have to go find him right now, this is a,” he paused, looking at it again to make sure he’s correct, “it’s a suicide note, he’s killing himself at the river behind the ice cream shop.” Jungkook heard static in his ears as he grabbed Namjoon’s keys, as they were the closest to him and took the car. He sped faster, never afraid of getting in a car accident as his focus was on was getting to Yoongi.
Jungkook stopped, getting out just before the car came to a stop. Jungkook saw Yoongi, fully clothed as he sat in the water, the water ran around his stomach, the water usually rises at sunset and it was starting to rise. Jungkook took his shoes and socks off in a hurry and raced down the hill almost falling and tripping a couple of time to go in the water, he hadn’t felt the coldness as he screamed out, “Yoongi!” When he said the first letter, he already looked behind him, tears in his eyes and Jungkook wanted to hug him but the tides were strong and gradually rising.
“What are you doing?” He asked, taking the palms of his hands and rubbing lost tears. Jungkook took his shoulders, “Let’s go, the water is going to rise.” Yoongi retreated his arm back harshly, “I don’t want to leave, but you have to go, I don’t want you to get hurt.” Jungkook realized just how cold the situation was, and not just because he was starting to lose feeling in his feet, “Yoongi, let’s talk about this, you’re probably cold.” Yoongi cursed, “Fuck, you’re cold, just leave me here, okay?” Jungkook reasoned, the water going up to Yoongi’s stomach, “You really think I’m going to leave you here?” Yoongi laughed sarcastically and Jungkook hadn’t seen this side before, “I promise, I’ll help you get through this, just take my hand.” Jungkook was struggling to stand up from the current as he wondered how Yoongi was staying up.
Yoongi stayed silent, “Why would you do that? I just used you for sex without even meaning to and you're wanting to help?” Jungkook confessed, knowing it wasn’t the right time but he didn’t want to lie, “Yoongi, it’s, I love, I love you, and before I thought it was a crush but it expanded and before I know it, I love you, even if you don’t, but this isn’t the time for love confessions,” he grabbed a hold of his hand, yanking him up before the water indulged his head. “I can’t, I can’t move,” Yoongi told, looking down seeing water at his waist. “Why, why can’t you move? I’ll carry you if I have to, we just need to get out of here.” The water seemed to rise faster, now at their chest, “Yoongi, why can’t you move?” Jungkook continued, afraid of the answer while Yoongi was rubbing his wet arm on his face getting rid of more tears.
“Jungkook, my foots stuck in the rocks, I can’t get it out,” Yoongi said, he cried as Jungkook pulled his arm to see if he would budge. Jungkook instructed, “Okay, I’m going to get you out, just, stay still.” He took a breath in, holding it before going down, he heard a loud, worried, “Jungkook!” before he succumbed to the water. He opened his eyes, everything blurred from the water as he saw a black shadow which he assumed was Yoongi’s leg. He took hold of it before he followed the tide, just as Yoongi said, one of his foot was lodged into a crack of two rocks that were stuck to the floor. Yoongi was panicking, trying to feel around for Jungkook, he didn’t calm down until he felt hands trying to pull his feet from the rocks. Jungkook ran out of air, his chest starting to hurt so he swam up, the water up to Yoongi’s neck; his neck was tilted up, water pouring in his mouth before Yoongi had spat it out when the wave retreated. Jungkook placed a hand on his cheek, “We’ll get out of this, I promise.” Jungkook saw him nod as he spat out more water.
Jungkook went back down, he felt around, feeling shoes, and Jungkook went to untie them. He helped the foot out of the shoe as Yoongi was getting lifted up. Jungkook pushed up from the ground, seeing Yoongi treading water. Jungkook did the same and those lips looked kissable, so very, very kissable; and Yoongi delivered. Yoongi wrapped his arms around him swiftly, kissing his lips, breathing heavily. Jungkook took Yoongi by the waist, guiding them near the shore. Jungkook tripped when he got out of the water. Yoongi stared in his eyes, “I,” he paused, before, “Thank god you’re alive,” they heard from behind, it was Jin, Namjoon and Hoseok. Jin yelled it as he ran down, hugging both of them, “You’re all wet, I brought towels,” Jin said, rubbing both of their arms. Hoseok held towels as he threw them on them.
Jungkook looked at Yoongi’s ankle, seeing it start to bruise. They got in the back of the car, as Namjoon reclaimed his car. Jin drove them to Jungkook’s apartment, as requested by Jungkook. Yoongi leaned into Jungkook, the back of his head on his chest, “I love you too,” he whispered.