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“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”
“Dude. What’s wrong with you?” Hoseok tsked as he sat back and watched Jungkook crumple up his test before shoving it into his backpack.
“Everything!” Jungkook groaned and banged his forehead against the table, annoyed whispers from other students in the library sounding behind him.
“Chill, You’re going to get us kicked out again and my dad already beat my ass the last time.” A sharp smack was delivered to the back of Jungkook’s head and he whined in pain as he looked up at Hoseok with a pout.
“But Hyung, it’s gone!” Jungkook droned, “lost, disappeared, vanished, misplaced. Just... gone.”
“What’s gone?” Hoseok hummed offhandedly, bending over to pick up the pencil that had fallen to the floor during Jungkook’s fit.
“My lucky sweater.” He lamented. Hoseok paused doodling in the margins of his textbook in favour of looking at Jungkook in confusion.
“You know, the baby blue one?” He scoffed when Hoseok continued to stare at him blankly, “the absolute softest sweater in existence? The one that’s literally perfect for any occasion and the one I wear all the time?”
“And? Just buy a new one.”
“Listen, it’s not just any sweater, okay? You remember that creepy fortune teller lady at the carnival last year?” Jungkook waited for Hoseok to nod before continuing, “well, she said that I’d met the love of my life in that sweater, and I really don’t wanna die alone.”
“You dolt! Of course you’re going to meet the love of your life in that sweater if you wear it everyday,” Hoseok scolded, another smack followed by a loud shout echoing throughout the library.
It wasn't long before they were both rushing out of the front doors with an angry librarian hot on their heels.
•••
Jungkook recognized that yes, he probably had some attachment issues, but he would never openly admit that; especially to Hoseok who had been teasing him about it nonstop since that day in the library. He was just really fucking bummed that someone had stolen his favourite sweater.
Yes, stolen. He refused to believe that he would ever misplace something so precious to him. Perhaps at first he had doubted himself, but the more he ran over the events leading up to the disappearance, he couldn't bring himself to find it was his fault.
He was absolutely positive that after changing into his jersey for basketball practice, he had tucked his sweater safely away in his backpack like he always did. The only problem was, he couldn’t recall if the sweater was still in his bag after practice because he had been way too tired to bother changing out of his sweaty clothes. He had just slung his bag over his shoulder and sauntered to his dorm, only to get home and find the bag's zipper wide open; his sweater nowhere to be found.
Okay... so maybe he did lose it. But, so what? The fact that even after he retraced his steps all the way back to the locker room and questioned every single one of his teammates only for no one to have seen where it went, proved that someone had taken it; and no, they had not taken it to the lost property bin. He checked. Many tears and a confused roommate later, Jungkook had come to terms that he would never see his treasured sweater again. He hated it, absolutely hated it. He felt naked and prone walking the hallways without his sweater and he cursed whoever was enjoying it’s cashmere softness instead of him.
Hoseok had long since given up trying to cheer him up after a week passed and Jungkook was still sulking. Eventually, Jungkook stopped pestering the poor administrator in charge of the lost property bin and gave up searching for his sweater entirely.
That was until he caught a glimpse of baby blue at the end of the hall just before it disappeared behind a crowd of people. His heart thudded loudly in his chest and without hesitation he sprinted down the hall, not caring as he elbowed people out of his way; desperate to finally, finally catch the sweater thief red handed.
He grinned when his fingers finally brushed against the soft fabric he’d been longing for and he reached out with a triumphant ‘aha!’ as he grabbed a fistful of his beloved sweater. The thief jerked to a halt when Jungkook yanked at the sweater, the thief’s little accomplice going wide-eyed when he turned and caught sight of Jungkook. Oh, how he had waited for this confrontation. He had planned for days what he was going to say to the poor soul who decided to deprive him of meeting the love of his life; the curses and accusations on the tip of his tongue, ready to be spoken into existence.
"Can I help you, Sweetheart?"
Oh, fuck.
Oh fuckity, fuck.
That was the most attractive voice he had ever heard, his knees nearly buckled at the warm honey glazed goodness of it. Jungkook slowly raised his eyes and short-circuited when he saw the sweater snatcher’s face. Curly taupe hair that fell neatly around a white patterned bandana found Jungkook gulping down all the thoughts that rushed through his head, and don’t even get him started on the gorgeous brown eyes under bold eyebrows that watched him intently as they waited for a response.
“Well?”
The stunning man in front of him cocked his head to the side and pursed his lips, clearly becoming impatient with Jungkook's awkward silence.
“Mine.” Jungkook weakly tugged on the sweater still clenched in his fist before letting go completely, cringing at his sudden lack of communication skills. The man exchanged a confused look with his friend before a faux innocent grin took over his face.
“That’s quite forward. You haven’t even asked me out on a date yet.” The man chuckled, a hand raising to twirl around one of the silver chains that hung delicately from his ear.
“H-huh?” Jungkook stuttered uselessly. His mind had gone entirely off track and he couldn’t seem to get any of his thoughts to come out properly at the man's unwavering gaze.
“How about you take me out to dinner first?” A tongue ran over soft pink lips and the man let his eyes wander down Jungkook’s body, humming when he saw Jungkook's bare arms, "then we can talk about calling me yours.”
Jungkook gaped. There was no way this was happening. He must have been hallucinating - all the stress from losing his sweater finally catching up to him. He could never be so lucky as to find his sweater and a beautiful man willing to go on a date with him at the same time.
“Can I see your phone?” The man rose a brow expectantly and Jungkook fumbled to grab his phone from his back pocket before he placed it into the man’s outstretched hand. A giddy smile tugged at his lips when he got back his phone and a new contact was saved under ‘Taehyungie’ followed by a white heart and a blue butterfly emoji.
“Is this for real?” Jungkook asked in amazement causing surprised laughter to bubble out of Taehyung and his friend.
“Text me your name so I also have your number, okay?” Taehyung lightly tapped the top of Jungkook’s phone with his finger when he finished laughing and Jungkook quickly nodded, not trusting his voice.
Taehyung’s attention was taken away when a rather tall man passed behind him and ran a hand through his hair teasingly - Jungkook frowned. He heard a giggle from beside him and was met with Taehyung’s friend sporting a large smile when Jungkook finally spared him more than a glance.
“Taetae absolutely loves this Japanese place in Gangnam, I think it’s called Ajisai. Take him there if you really want to impress him.” The friend rushed out in a whisper, side eyeing Taehyung the entire time.
“Oh, thank you.” They separated just as Taehyung turned back to them.
“Yeah, yeah, Joonie. I’ll remember this time.” Taehyung rolled his eyes playfully as he waved off his other friend before gently patting Jungkook on the cheek, “I’ll see you later, Cutie.”
Before Jungkook had the chance to respond, Taehyung was already walking away and shoving at his friend’s shoulder as they whispered; the tips of his ears a bright red against the white bandana.
Jungkook was left standing in the middle of the hallway, gawking after them like a lovesick fool.
“Shit, my sweater!”
•••
Hoseok stared at him in disbelief, the churro in his hand falling to the table.
“Wait, what? Taehyung? Like Kim Taehyung? You’re going on a date with Kim Taehyung?!” Hoseok screeched. Well, more so whisper shouted, but it sure sounded like he was yelling at the top of his lungs when Jungkook was overly paranoid about him being somewhere near and overhearing.
“Hyung, shut up!” Jungkook grit out, his own churro falling to the table, abandoned in favour of slapping a hand over Hoseok’s loud mouth. “Why are you saying that as if you know him?”
Hoseok shoved Jungkook’s hand away from his mouth and glared, “because I do, you idiot. We grew up together, I’ve literally talked about him multiple times. Do you even listen when I talk to you?”
Jungkook shrugged. Honestly, Hoseok talked a lot and Jungkook tended to zone out when Hoseok really got chatting. Although, he did recall hearing of a ‘Tae’ before during one of Hoseok’s never ending rants, but how was he supposed to know that his Tae and Hoseok’s Tae were one and the same.
He much rather focus on other things, like figuring out what to text Taehyung.
“It’s just odd, okay. Like, Taehyungie always used to talk about how he was waiting for his soulmate and would never date anyone until he found them, so the fact that he just super casually asked you out boggles my mind.” Hoseok began to rant again, his hands waving around dramatically as he spoke.
“Does Taehyung use emojis? Or memes?” Jungkook interrupted and tapped at his chin, “do you think it’d be appropriate to send a meme as the first text or is that too weird?”
Hoseok let out a long suffering sigh at being ignored and shoved the rest of the churro in his mouth, sugar dusting his chin as he chewed with a pout.
“Seriously, you gotta help me out. I don’t wanna mess up my chance with the absolutely fucking gorgeous man that is, as you called him, Kim Taehyung.” His phone chimed and he frowned, fishing it out of his bag only to see Taehyung’s contact flash across the screen.
Taehyungie
I got your number from one of your teammates
You were taking too long to text me :(
Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten about me TT^TT
“How the hell did he know I was on the basketball team?” Jungkook brushed his sugar coated hands off on his pants and showed Hoseok the screen, his friend’s eyes lighting up when he saw who it was.
“Taehyungie is very observant,” Hoseok chuckled. “He also doesn’t like waiting, so you should really text him back.”
Jungkook opened his mouth to ask for help but Hoseok quickly shushed him before he could speak. He kicked lightly at Hoseok’s shin under the table and turned back to his phone, ignoring the complaints spilling from Hoseok’s, once again, loud mouth.
Jungkook
sorry
of course i didnt forget
i dont know how i could
you’re like..
the most beautiful person ive ever seen
Taehyungie
Oh?
You flatter me, Jungkookie
Jungkook
uh..
how do you know my name?
i don’t think i told you
i didn't say much of anything actually...
Taehyungie
You’re Hoseokie’s friend, aren’t you?
He talks about you a lot
And I may or may not have had my eye on you for a while
Jungkook
oh
OH
Taehyungie
I was quite happy when you came up to me yesterday
I still am :)
Jungkook
im so glad!!
yeah!
uh so
how about that date?
•••
Jungkook was nervous. He had nearly passed out before he left, his roommate finding him sitting by the front door with his head hung low between his shoulders.
“Kook, aren’t you supposed to be on a date right now?” Yoongi asked, poking at Jungkook’s leg with his bare foot.
“Hyung, I’m so nervous. I feel like I’m going to throw up. My mouth can’t taste like vomit when I try to kiss him!” Jungkook pales, “oh God! What if he doesn’t want to kiss me!?”
Yoongi froze and reached down to rub his back robotically, not used to seeing Jungkook so frazzled about going on a date. Jungkook groaned before standing up on wobbly knees, shooting Yoongi a weak thumbs up.
“You know what, I just gotta go and be myself, right?” Jungkook looked at Yoongi expectantly and grinned as he received a confused nod, “great! No pressure! No pressure, Jungkook, you got this!”
So, tell him why not even twenty minutes into their date, Jungkook was standing there, mint chocolate ice cream dripping down the front of his second favourite purple sweater, Taehyung laughing gleefully as he attempted to help Jungkook wipe off the mess.
“Calm down, Kookie. You don’t need to apologize to me for spilling on yourself.” Taehyung chided playfully, his hand coming to rest against Jungkook’s neck to stop him from fidgeting.
Jungkook had everything planned out. They were going to meet outside the science hall at the university and then bus down to Gangnam together. There they would stop at Jungkook’s favourite dog cafe before heading to the Japanese place Taehyung’s friend had told him about. After that they’d have a lovely and romantic walk through the nearby park and Jungkook would make Taehyung fall head over heels in love with him.
Of course, nothing ever went according to plan for Jungkook.
Taehyung had bumped into him on the way to the science building and insisted that they go to this little hole-in-the-wall ice cream place that he and Jimin - the friend that had tipped Jungkook off about Ajisai - found a few weeks prior. Jungkook was weak for pretty boys and when Taehyung offered to pay, who was he to say no to free ice cream.
“I just feel bad, cause now I’m covered in ice cream and it’s like two degrees outside so we can’t walk around the park like I planned or else I'll freeze to death.” Jungkook rambled, surprising himself with the drastic difference between how he spoke to Taehyung when they first met compared to now.
“It’s fine, really.” Taehyung smiled, taking back the cone that Jungkook was holding for him while he helped clean off his shirt, “We can go back to my place if you want. My roommate is out with his girlfriend so we have the T.V. all to ourselves.”
Jungkook gulped heavily. He knew about Netflix and chill. Of course he did, what boy in his early twenties didn’t know about it? He couldn’t figure out if Taehyung was implying they could do something else as they were alone or if he genuinely wanted to sit down and watch something with him.
“Uh, sure. Yeah, that sounds good.”
And that’s how Jungkook ended up on Taehyung’s couch, dressed in his roommate Seokjin's old pyjamas and watching their eighth episode of Norsemen while Taehyung cackled over something happening on the screen.
Jungkook admired Taehyung’s features from the side, amazed at how it was possible for such a person like that to exist. Taehyung wasn’t the textbook definition of perfect but he was Jungkook’s. He didn’t need to know Taehyung for years to be able to tell that he felt at home sitting beside him as they ate old popcorn; something deep in his gut telling him that he was meant to meet Taehyung the way he did and that they would mesh perfectly together in every aspect.
“You’ve been staring at me for quite some time. Is there something on my face?” Taehyung smirked and leaned forward, his twinkling eyes pulling a laugh out of Jungkook.
“No, there’s not.” Jungkook leaned forward, their noses almost brushing, “but there should be.”
“Yeah? And what’s that?”
“This.” He closed the distance between them to place a gentle kiss against the tip of Taehyung nose, a goofy smile decorating his lips when he sat back to see Taehyung’s reaction.
He looked stunned, a bit taken aback at the sweet gesture. Happy.
“I want way more than that.” An adorable pout aimed at Jungkook sent butterflies scattering in his stomach and he couldn’t help himself.
He cupped Taehyung’s cheeks and tugged him forward, their lips meeting slowly and gently as they both sighed into the kiss. Taehyung’s arm slid around his shoulders and squeezed until their chests melded together, Jungkook easily straddling Taehyung's lap with his hands falling to slip underneath the light nightshirt Taehyung was wearing.
A breathy giggle escaped his lips when Taehyung broke away to whine about the salty popcorn taste of his lips before immediately pressing their mouths back together, nails scrapping deliciously along Jungkook's nape.
Teeth nibbled teasingly on his bottom lip before a tongue came to soothingly lick at the bite, coaxing Jungkook's tongue out to taste. Taehyung hummed happily when Jungkook finally opened his mouth to push their tongues together, light moans being swallowed by their hungry mouths. Jungkook gasped when Taehyung suddenly sucked on his tongue, his eyes fluttering beneath his eyelids in hot pleasure. Taehyung seized the opportunity to sneak entrance into his mouth, licking playfully at the roof of Jungkook's mouth. The fingers tangled within Jungkook’s hair tightened when he bit down lightly on Taehyung’s tongue, a low and needy moan catching in Taehyung's throat.
Jungkook’s fingers had just began to inch Taehyung’s shirt up to his chest when the front door knob rattled and had them snapping apart from each other like an electric shock, both of them hastily wiping at their mouths and smiling sheepishly to one another as Seokjin walked in.
“Oh, You’re awake. Sorry Tae, I would’ve texted you, but you’re usually asleep by now.” Seokjin grumbled, not sparing them a second glance before drifting into his room, his eyes barely open.
As soon as Seokjin's bedroom door closed, they burst into a fit of giggles, Taehyung linking his hands around the back of Jungkook's neck to pull him into a short, messy kiss.
They settled into the couch, Jungkook laying on top of Taehyung’s chest and held securely in his arm as Netflix continued to play in the background - neither of them paying any attention to the show, much more interested in each other.
“So, does this mean that I can call you ‘mine’?” Jungkook teased, his fingers dancing lazily against the soft exposed skin of Taehyung’s stomach.
“Hmm, I suppose so, but don’t you go and leave me, Sweetheart.” Taehyung tightened his hold when Jungkook vehemently shook his head no, a promise of never falling past his lips and causing Taehyung's heart to beat wildly in his chest.
“Oh my God!” Jungkook gasped awake, pencils and paper flying as he roughly shoved Hoseok awake.
“What the fuck, Jungkook!” Hoseok startled out of a deep sleep, his hair sticking up in all directions.
They must have fallen asleep during their late night study session, Jungkook having pushed it back after Taehyung asked him to come over for the umpteenth time that week. Not that he was complaining, he absolutely adored his dear boyfriend after all.
“My sweater!”
“Jesus Christ, not this shit again.” Hoseok groaned and picked up his textbook with newly crinkled pages, determined to leave the sweater mishap in the past - Jungkook hadn't ever actually bothered to get his sweater back from Taehyung.
“She literally meant that I’d met him in the sweater!” Jungkook punctuated his words by poking at Hoseok's shoulder for attention.
“Huh?”
“Like, in it. As in he’d be wearing it when I met him. Not the other way around.” Jungkook scrambled to find his phone and text Taehyung, his boyfriend already very aware of the circumstances behind their first meeting. Taehyung found it utterly hilarious how attached Jungkook was to a sweater that he had found left behind and forgotten in the middle of the sidewalk.
“Jungkook, please…” Hoseok nearly cried, “It’s four in the morning, go back to sleep.”