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He should have started this sooner.
That’s all Yoongi can think about, sitting in his desk chair, and waiting for the first clip to import to the video editing program in his laptop.
It’s supposed to be a gift to Jungkook and Seokjin, from their closest friends who love them so much. Then why is Yoongi the only one doing any real work, he wonders?
“Because I have a very big mouth and I don't know how to say no to them,” he tells himself, shaking his head and sipping on his coffee. Then the pop-up window with the progress bar disappears from the screen, meaning everything is ready for him to start tweaking stuff around.
The miniature versions of Jungkook and Seokjin are smiling at him from the program’s timeline. They look young, which makes a lot of sense considering these videos must be at least five years old, right around the time they started their mukbang series - and their life together. Has it really been that long?
Anyway...
The good thing about having procrastinated on this task for so many weeks is, Yoongi had more than enough time to consider how he wanted the final product to look and sound like: A simple video edition of his friends’ silliest moments together, as told by themselves on their now widely recognized YouTube channel.
“We should show like, milestones of their relationship or something,” Jimin suggested, presenting the idea to the rest of the group.
Taehyung agreed with his soulmate in a heartbeat, of course, clapping his hands and bouncing excitedly on Hoseok’s lap. “Oh my god, yes! That would be so romantic,” he said, with a dreamy glint in his eye.
Namjoon snorted. “Not that they’re very romantic, those two,” he said.
Hoseok slapped Namjoon’s thigh in disapproval. “Now don’t be mean, Namjoon-ah. They’re romantic in their own way. Not everyone can be a poet like you, darling.”
Namjoon shrugged. “I guess you have a point,” he said. Hoseok smiled and Namjoon proceeded to lace their fingers together. Yoongi rolled his eyes.
“Okay, cool. I like Jimin’s idea too but who’s gonna put the clip together?” he asked, and every pair of eyes turned to look at him.
The rest is history.
Yoongi sighs and dawns the rest of his coffee, setting the mug on the desk. He puts his earphones on and cracks his fingers and neck, taking a steadying breath while mentally preparing himself to create the best and sappiest Couple Moments video known to mankind. Head in the game! Eyes on the goal!
Then he clicks on the first video and his friends’ cheerful welcome message makes him smile like a fool.
...Perhaps this task won’t be such a pain in the ass after all.
“Hello everyone! Welcome to Eat Jinkook! I’m Seokjin.”
“I’m Jungkook.”
“And we’re here to eat deliciously and to tell you embarrassing stories about our day-to-day life.”
”Please join us!”
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LOVE!
at first food poisoning
“I think I hate you,” Seokjin grunted, hugging his tummy for dear life. His precious, previously so trustworthy tummy was now doing funny things inside of him. It felt like someone was trying to tap-dance their way through his guts, and to make everything worse, Seokjin didn’t even like tap dance!
“What? Why? You barely know me,” said Seokjin’s despised one from an adjacent hospital bed, sounding way too cheerful for Seokjin’s liking. Was he the only one in real pain? He couldn’t be. He’d be alone in the ER if that were the case.
“I know you enough,” Seokjin said, refusing to open his eyes, lest he was to properly acknowledge the culprit of his distress. “You’re a menace with a big mouth and little to no shame. Coming to my house, challenging me to a duel. Who the hell does that upon meeting new people?”
Seokjin heard peals of laughter coming from the guy’s bed, clear and unabashed, and he knew without a shadow of a doubt that he’d just found his nemesis. The audacity of men!
“What’s so damn funny?” he asked, opening his eyes to glare at the rascal, then wincing when the IV attached to his hand got caught in the sheets. A pair of Bambi Eyes were staring right back when he looked up, their corners wrinkled in amusement, brown irises sparkling with mischief.
“First of all, it wasn’t your house,” the guy - Jungkook, was it? - said matter-of-factly.
“It’s my hyung’s restaurant and I work there too but sure, go off.”
“Second,” Jungkook continued, ignoring Seokjin’s remark. “You say it like I took my glove off and slapped you with it when all I did was say I could beat that old record of eating the biggest amount of hotteok in five minutes. I didn’t even know it was your record!”
“You knew it the second Jimin mentioned it, though,” Seokjin countered. “And yet, you kept going.”
“Well, that’s because I had already said I could. I couldn’t really back down, could I? The hyungs would have given me shit.”
“So you did it to impress Jimin and Taehyung?” Seokjin asked, baffled. “Not a very smart move, in my opinion. Those two have the attention span of baby birds, they would have forgotten about it within minutes.”
“It wasn’t just for them,” Jungkook mumbled, averting his eyes in a sheepish sort of way.
“Then why did you do it?” Seokjin asked, Jungkook’s sudden lack of confidence making him curious.
“Well…” Jungkook cleared his throat, his slightly too big front teeth worrying at his bottom lip. “I kinda wanted to impress you too,” he said, doe eyes on full display, looking at Seokjin as if he couldn’t believe what he just said.
Well, he wasn’t the only one.
“Me?”
“Yes!” Jungkook looked mortified. “Wasn’t it obvious? I thought It was obvious.”
“How was that obvious?” Seokjin asked, honestly confused now. “You kept challenging me to eat more hotteok while teasing me about my age. It pissed me off! And it’s why we’re here in the first place.”
“Ugh, I’m very competitive, okay?” Jungkook whined, pouting a little too. Seokjin wouldn’t admit it to anyone ever, but it was kind of cute. “Also, I got nervous ‘cause you’re like… all handsome and stuff,” Jungkook said in a rush, his words overlapping one over the other like he didn’t actually want Seokjin to understand but he also couldn’t shut up.
“You think I’m handsome?” Seokjin felt his ears go warm against his will. “I mean, I know I’m very handsome,” he rectified. “But what does it have to do with anything?”
“Hm, well,” Jungkook scratched the back of his hand absentmindedly, just above his own IV puncture and next to a ridiculous tattoo of a purple heart. “I was kinda hoping you’d want to go out with me if I broke the hotteok record. Actually, I sort of broke it so, what do you say? Can I buy you a drink sometime?”
Seokjin honestly heard a record scratching inside his head.
“Are you... asking me out on a date right now?”
“Depends,” Jungkook said, looking much more confident, smug even. What the fuck! “Are you going to say yes?” he asked. Seokjin spluttered.
“No! Of course I’m not! You’re my sworn enemy from here and on!” He all but screeched. “Besides, are you even of age? Bet you’re like twelve or something.”
“I’m twenty-one, hyung,” Jungkook deadpanned. “I’m not a kid.”
“Oh, I’m hyung now? Thought I was ahjussi or harabeoji, you know, because you kept calling me that back at the restaurant.”
“Why? You wanna be yeobo instead? At least lemme buy you dinner first, hyung,” Jungkook said with a shit-eating grin splitting his face in two.
Seokjin spluttered again, his ears scorching hot and his tummy heavy again, for a completely different reason.
“Ugh, you’re insufferable,” he said, laying on his back and looking up at the ceiling.
“I know,” he heard Jungkook say. “You like it, though.”
And Seokjin didn’t. Seokjin would never!
⏸️
“I did.” Seokjin covers his face, embarrassed. Jungkook burst into giggles, sitting next to him behind their dinner table. “I liked it a lot.”
“I knew that,” Jungkook says, managing to grin smugly even through a mouthful of grilled meat Seokjin keeps feeding him. “You’re very obvious, hyung.”
“Brats are my kryptonite, what can I say,” Seokjin laments. “Cute brats that will challenge me to a duel of fates within an hour of meeting me, much more so.”
“Oh, my god, imagine if I’d wrestled you,” Jungkook says, eyes looking dreamily into the horizon. “You’d have asked me to marry you right then.”
Seokjin scoffs. “Now don’t be like that, I didn’t like you that much,” he says, his words losing their bite because of how soft his expression gets while cleaning Jungkook’s cheek with a napkin. “Don’t think so highly of yourself.”
“But you liked me, though,” Jungkook asks, doe eyes big, directed at Seokjin.
Seokjin’s expression becomes even softer if that’s even possible. He looks like he wants to kiss Jungkook. If their channel weren’t listed as PG-rated, he probably would have.
“I still do, love,” Seokjin says instead. “Always will.”
Jungkook punches Seokjin’s arm without a warning, his nose scrunched up and his shoulders raised high, which makes Seokjin screech and punch him in return. It is adorable to see, albeit rather chaotic.
“Then why did you take so long to date me?” Jungkook asks once they settle back into their seats.
“I told you,” Seokjin says, using the tongs to move the meat around the grill. “You were my sworn enemy, I couldn’t yield so easily.”
“Yeah, but you didn’t say no either,” Jungkook says, taking bites of whatever is available. “You just refused to call them dates.”
“Because they weren’t,” Seokjin insists. He looks at the camera. “Dear followers, they weren’t dates, they were battles. Kookie here just kept challenging me, video games, mostly, but also billiard, ping pong, darts, you name it.”
Jungkook groans, hiding his face in his hands and slouching in his chair. “It was the only way to get you to spend time with me,” he says. “You wouldn’t let me buy you a drink or take you to dinner.”
Seokjin shrugs. “I like games, and winning at things. I wiped the floor with you the first time we played Mario Kart.”
“Yeah, but I won the next, two... three times?”
“Irrelevant,” Seokjin dismisses with a wave of his hand. Jungkook rolls his eyes, but he’s giggling too so it loses effect.
“Whatever you say, hyung,” he says, stuffing his mouth with a handful of sliced cucumber wrapped in lettuce. “Did you know Jimin-hyung calls them our ‘datelympics’?”
Seokjin snorts. “I guess he has a point... Say ‘ah’.” He holds up a piece of meat for Jungkook. Jungkook takes it, then he bounces happily while he chews on it. Must be tasty.
“Oh, you know what should we talk about here?” Jungkook says after they’ve had enough to eat they aren’t really eating anymore. Seokjin hums in question, drinking water from a glass. “That one time I almost killed you.”
Seokjin chokes on his water.
“Kookie, sweetheart, the rating,” he says between coughing fits. Jungkook pats Seokjin’s back, his lips forming a tiny ‘o’ after Seokjin’s words register.
“I mean, hm… the time when I almost unalived you?” he tries. Seokjin gives him a thumbs up. “You know which one, right? The first one.”
Seokjin snickers, still a little breathless. “Dear followers, contrary to what it seems like, my boyfriend doesn’t try to unalive me on the regular.”
Jungkook ducks his head, cheeks tinted pink. “I mean! I mean…” He moves his hands in the air, scrunches up his nose, and pouts. “You know what I mean, hyung.”
Seokjin smiles.
“I do, yes, but we ran out of time, I’m afraid. So maybe next week?” Jungkook smiles and nods. “Okay, then next week we’ll tell you all about how Jungkookie almost made me leave this plane of existence. Anyway!”
Seokjin waves to the camera, notices Jungkook is still trying to chew on whatever is left on the table, elbows Jungkook’s ribs, and then they both wave to the camera together, everything in quick succession.
“Goodbye, Jinkookies!” Seokjin says. “Thank you for joining us!”
“Byeeee!” Jungkook all but shouts, waving his arm with such enthusiasm, he ends up hitting Seokjin’s head - maybe unintentionally, maybe not. Seokjin turns to karate-chop Jungkook’s chest, and off they go into another play-fight.
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OUR FIRST KISS!
or how my boyfriend almost unalived me
“JK? Are these your boots?” Seokjin called, probably from the foyer.
Jungkook’s breath hitched. He needed to speed things up!
“C’ming hy’ng!” he called back as intelligible as he could while frantically brushing his tongue with a toothbrush.
Who the hell told him it was a good idea to have Yoongi-hyung’s garlic pasta while waiting for Seokjin to come home from work? Most importantly, why on earth did he chew on the garlic cloves?
Granted, this wasn’t a date date, more like an I-can-beat-your-ass-in-Mario-Party date, but that didn’t mean he should be welcoming Seokjin with his breath smelling like he wanted to scare Dracula away. What if today was the day Seokjin caved in?! Jungkook brushed faster.
“Hey, are you there? You okay?” came Seokjin’s voice through the bathroom door. Jungkook suppressed a pained sigh.
He rinsed his mouth and the toothbrush, then he hid the toothbrush in his jeans pocket and opened the door, finding a concerned Seokjin on the other side.
“I’m fine!” He said, purposefully cheerful as he walked back to the living room. Seokjin followed him. “I was just, uhh… washing my hands!”
“You sure?” Seokjin asked, sounding unconvinced. Jungkook tried not to stutter.
“Yes, hyung, washing your hands is important. You should try it sometime, don’t be nasty.”
Seokjin huffed and hit Jungkook’s arm. “Yah, don’t call me that! Ah, this brat.”
Jungkook giggled. “Then don’t be like that,” he said, dodging another one of Seokjin’s play punches.
“Look, I need to change out of these.” Seokjin pointed at his work clothes. “Will you be okay on your own for a little while?”
“I’m always okay, hyung. It’s not my first time here,” Jungkook said, both irritated and flustered by Seokjin’s concern. Irritated because he wasn’t a kid and he could manage to be on his own. Flustered because, ‘oh my god, my crush cares about me!’
There are two wolves inside you and all that.
“Alright, SIN House’s veteran. See you in a bit,” Seokjin said, throwing a wink to the mix that had Jungkook blushing. Then he marched in the bedrooms’ direction.
Jungkook sighed, feeling his cheeks warm and his belly tight as he walked over to Seokjin and Yoongi’s huge flat screen. Seokjin’s Wii was already out so he didn’t have to do much, but he sat on the floor and took his time nonetheless, setting up the controls and playing a little with their expensive sound system.
He had been to Yoongi and Seokjin’s shared apartment at least four times already, usually to challenge Seokjin at video games, except for that one time the power went out and they ended up arm wrestling for the last piece of sushi.
They did this every weekend, and they used to meet up at the arcade before that - until Seokjin claimed he was going to go bankrupt from having to pay for their coins each time. It had already been three months of this. Three months and Seokjin still refused to date Jungkook properly.
“You’re my nemesis, don’t be silly,” he said the last time Jungkook asked him out, which wasn’t a no, but it wasn’t a yes either.
It was discouraging, to put it mildly, but Jungkook was nothing if not persistent. Also, he was pretty sure Seokjin liked him back. He was just very, very stubborn. And in any case, all things considered, their current arrangement wasn’t that bad.
Plus, Jungkook had always liked a challenge.
“Did you eat already?” Seokjin asked, walking from the bedroom area to the kitchen. Jungkook heard him open a cabinet.
“Yeah, Yoongi-hyung fed me some pasta before leaving to see Jimin,” Jungkook said over his shoulder, tweaking the audio settings one last time before standing. “He said to tell you there’s leftover fried rice and side dishes from yesterday, in case you’re hungry.”
“Oh, good. I had a sandwich earlier but I might want some later.”
Seokjin walked back to the living room with a big bowl full of snacks. He placed it on the coffee table and plopped down on the couch in front of the TV, patting the seat next to him. Jungkook took the hint.
“Did you wait for long?” Seokjin asked, taking the controller Jungkook handed him and pressing the buttons to set up their game.
Jungkook shook his head. “Not long, no. Like half an hour, maybe.” Seokjin hummed, eyes on the screen and nose scrunched up in concentration, trying to decide which game mode to try first.
He was wearing the big, round glasses that made him look like an adorable hamster, face completely bare, hair tousled from changing his clothes, and not caring to comb it after. Pink hoodie, sweats, and slippers. Home Mode Seokjin, as Jungkook liked to call it inside his head.
Still, he was absolutely stunning, beautiful like anyone or anything Jungkook had seen in his life. He was simply otherworldly. Jungkook liked him so, so much.
“You’re staring again,” Seokjin said without looking at him. Jungkook’s felt himself blush.
“Sorry,” he said, covering his ears with his hands, embarrassed at being caught staring for the umpteenth time.
“Don’t be, I know I’m handsome and you’re just a person.” Seokjin shrugged, and this time he turned to look at Jungkook.
He was smirking, teasing as usual, but there was a playful glint in his eyes too, one Jungkook hadn’t seen before. It made something in Jungkook’s gut twist, and his blush deepened because of it.
“Yeah, hm, should we play now? I kinda wanna beat you already,” Jungkook said, clearing his throat and turning his face to the TV.
He could feel Seokjin’s eyes on him, but he tried his best to ignore them, unprepared for such a blatant display of attention after so many weeks of nonchalant dismissal on his hyung’s part.
It was a lot. Having Seokjin’s undivided attention all of a sudden was a lot.
From the corner of his eye, he saw Seokjin shrug again, and he turned his attention back to the TV. Jungkook let out a proverbial sigh of relief.
“You talk big for someone who has Waluigi as their go-to character,” Seokjin said, picking Princess Peach for himself.
“It’s not about the character, hyung, it’s about how you use it,” Jungkook retorted, the computer picking the remaining characters in the background. “The one who ranks higher wins?” he asked while Toad walked them through the rules of the game.
“Sure,” Seokjin said, leaning forward, elbows on his knees. “Get ready to have your ass handed to you.”
“Oh, it’s on, old man,” Jungkook said, leaning forward himself. Seokjin screeched in outrage, and off they went.
*
“No! That’s not fair! You cheated!” Seokjin screamed, punching the air indignantly.
“I didn’t!” Jungkook said between laughter fits. “I’m just better than you!”
“You’re not!” Seokjin said, outraged, removing his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose.
“I’m too!” Jungkook insisted, all but rolling around on his side of the couch, laughing so hard it looked painful.
And Seokjin’s brain must have had a failure then or something because he had never found Jungkook more attractive than he did in that very moment: Hugging his middle for dear life, eyes scrunched shut, and red as a tomato from laughing so much.
Admittedly, this little mating dance of theirs had extended for far too long, and it was definitely Seokjin’s fault. However, to some extent, he was glad he waited because now he knew what he felt for the brat wasn’t just fleeting attraction or the byproduct of his constant loneliness.
He liked Jungkook. He liked Jungkook so much that it was a wonder how was he able to function around the kid without trying to climb him like a tree or asking for his hand in holy matrimony.
Right now, however, Seokjin wanted things.
He wanted to drop kisses on Jungkook’s cheeks and his eyelids too, trace that silly cupid’s bow with the pad of his finger, sit on his lap and count every single one of his beauty marks, lick a stripe from his neck to the juncture of his jaw… He wanted so much. Damn, he wanted it all!
“Hyung, are you okay? You’re staring,” Jungkook said. It made Seokjin snap back to reality.
Jungkook’s eyes were wide open and he was looking at Seokjin with a mixture of concern and confusion. What the heck was Seokjin’s face doing for Jungkook to look at him like that? Kim Seokjin, get a grip already.
“Hyung’s fine, Kookie, don’t worry,” Seokjin said, straightening up in his seat, thinking, deciding. “Hm, can you… come closer for a second?”
Jungkook’s eyes widened even more. “Uhh, okay.”
He knelt on the couch and Seokjin turned to face him, nothing in between them, nowhere to hide... and Seokjin wanted.
“Jungkookie.”
Seokjin reached out to take Jungkook’s hand, a tentative touch that had Jungkook’s breath hitching nonetheless.
“Hyung?”
“Would you want to date me for real?” Seokjin said before he could think himself out of it. Jungkook’s pretty lips fell open.
“You wanna date me?” he asked, flabbergasted. It was a cute look on him. “For real?”
Seokjin nodded. “For real.”
“Pinky swear?”
Seokjin snorted, then he intertwined his and Jungkook’s fingers together. “You can have every finger, sweetheart, not just the pinky,” he said. Jungkook gasped.
“I’d like that,” he whispered and nodded, his beautiful eyes full of wonder. God, Seokjin liked him so, so much.
“Good, then you have it.” Seokjin smiled. “In fact, do you want hyung’s lips too? I’ve been wanting to kiss you for weeks and now that I admitted it out loud the least you can do to end my misery is seal-”
Seokjin didn’t get to finish that sentence.
Before he knew it, he had a lapful of dongsaeng, Jungkook’s hands cupping his face and his lips claiming Seokjin’s. Seokjin sighed and gave in, smiling even more into the kiss both because of how endearing Jungkook’s eagerness was - and because holy shit! He was finally kissing the boy!
Jungkook was a good kisser, one who gave and took in equal measure, and Seokjin liked that. There was an inherent honesty behind how Jungkook gave his all into their kiss, without reservation, hungry for it as if he’d been waiting for it as much as Seokjin had.
It was magical and invigorating. It also prompted Seokjin to get bold.
He took Jungkook’s hands and dragged them down until they were resting on his shoulders, then he used the newfound movement room to cup Jungkook’s jaw and angle his face, allowing himself better access.
Seokjin licked Jungkook’s bottom lip and Jungkook shivered above him, a soft sigh leaving his lips, one that got goosebumps raising on Seokjin’s skin. Then Jungkook’s lips parted for him and Seokjin licked into his mouth. It tasted faintly like toothpaste, the snacks they had during their video game match, and a stronger flavor Seokjin couldn’t recognize.
It was okay, though, because he hadn’t really expected Jungkook’s mouth to taste like candy the first time they kissed. Real life wasn’t perfect, but kissing Jungkook, food taste or not, was perfect in and of itself.
They kept kissing, Seokjin’s fingers messing with Jungkook’s overgrown hair, Jungkook’s hands dropping to Seokjin’s waist and holding him closer. It was amazing and Seokjin felt dizzy from it, almost as if he actually lacked oxygen-
Wait.
“Kookie,” he panted, pulling back from the kiss and gasping for air. “Jungkookie-”
“Hyung,” Jungkook murmured, surging forward to trap Seokjin’s lips again. He succeeded for about a second until Seokjin turned his head and Jungkook’s lips were against his jaw instead.
Jungkook didn’t seem to notice the shift in the mood, dropping kisses along the line of Seokjin’s jaw and down to his neck. Seokjin wanted to scream but with his throat closing up by the second, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to. So he did the second best thing: He held Jungkook by the shoulders and pushed until they were at arm’s length from each other.
“Hyung, what-” Jungkook said, confusion and hurt contorting his pretty features, breaking Seokjin’s heart into tiny pieces and making him curse at this stupid turn of events.
“J’ngkook wha… what did you h’ve to eat… b’fore?” Seokjin said between gasps for air.
“Hyung what’s wrong? Why are you-?
“Quick, b’by, please,” Seokjin urged him. “Tell me.”
“I had pasta,” Jungkook said, looking terrified. “Yoongi-hyung’s garlic pasta, but why-”
“F’ck,” Seokjin said. He took his phone out and speed-dialed Yoongi as he sprung up from the couch and toward his bedroom, with a teary-eyed Jungkook following him close.
⏸️
“Dear followers,” Seokjin says, looking at the camera. “I am extremely allergic to garlic.”
Next to him, Jungkook grunts, looking mortified.
“I didn’t know!” he says, throwing himself forward to rest his arms on the table and his head on his arms. “I swear to God I didn’t have a clue until that day.”
“Oh, baby, I know, don’t worry,” Seokjin says while patting Jungkook’s hair.
Jungkook straightens up suddenly, startling Seokjin in the process. Then he pouts in distraught.
“It’s so silly, too, because I thought it was just you being into it,” he says into his half-eaten serve of jjajangmyeon. “I thought you were like, choked up with emotion or something.”
Seokjin snorts. “Pretty sure it was the anaphylactic shock,” he says, picking up his chopsticks.
Jungkook glares at him but Seokjin doesn’t notice, too busy popping pieces of stir-fried vegetables into his mouth, then moaning around them as if they are the tastiest thing he’s ever eaten in his life. It makes Jungkook’s glare disappear too, so he picks up his own chopsticks and resumes stuffing his face with jjajangmyeon.
“Yoongi knew, though,” Seokjin says after a moment, gently patting the corner of his mouth with a napkin. “I still don’t know why didn’t he tell you.”
“He kind of did,” Jungkook says, trying to steal some of Seokjin’s japchae. Seokjin lets him. “He told me I shouldn’t have had all that garlic if I was planning to woo you, then he tossed me a spare toothbrush and left. I thought he was teasing! I didn’t think I’d unalive you.”
Jungkook pouts again, but this time his cheeks are full from the bite he took out of Seokjin’s food, so he sort of looks like an upset squirrel. Seokjin beams, looking at his boyfriend like he’s the most adorable thing in the whole world. He might have a point.
“You didn’t unalive me, Jungkook-ah. It was just a scare,” he assures, patting Jungkook’s arm.
“I know that! It still ruined the moment completely, though.” Jungkook swallows but his pout doesn’t relent. “I mean, it was our first kiss, hyung! And I… I don’t know…” He tosses the last of his food around the plate. “I guess I wanted it to be special or whatever.”
“It was special, though!” Seokjin says, rather enthusiastic. Jungkook’s eyes dart up. “I don’t think I’ll be able to forget it, never ever.”
“You think?” Jungkook asks, eyes big and hopeful. Seokjin nods.
“I do. The best first kiss ever and so very us, too. I wouldn’t have it any other way, honestly.” It makes Jungkook smile, toothy and bright.
Seokjin has that look on his face again like he wants to kiss his boyfriend. This time he kind of does that, a peck on the cheek that has them both blushing so much, it is distinguishable even despite the video quality.
Then Jungkook scrunches up his nose, punches Seokjin’s arm, and Seokjin screams in return.
“You know,” Seokjin says after they’re done hitting each other. “What I’ll never understand is why we always end up in the emergency room whenever we reach a milestone in our relationship.”
“Not always,” Jungkook says, gathering plates and containers to make a neat pile and put them out of frame. “Sometimes we end up in our own room.”
“Jungkook-ah,” Seokjin warns, but his heart isn’t in it. “At this rate, we’re gonna have to make a second channel, for all the non-PG things.”
Jungkook looks up, thinking. “You know, that’s not a bad idea, hyung. In fact, I think it’s pretty good.”
“Of course it is. All my ideas are awesome, JK, you should know this.”
“Except when they suck,” Jungkook says, grinning even after Seokjin throws a napkin at his face.
“What about we let our followers decide, hm?” Seokjin suggests.
Jungkook’s lips form a cute ‘o’, then he claps. “Yes! Jinkookies, if you want hyung and me to make a second channel where we talk about non-PG stuff, leave it in the comments. And leave suggestions for things you wanna see there, too!”
“But please, be sensible,” Seokjin adds. “We’re not re-enacting any E-rated fanfic of us, no matter how well written it is.”
“That’s right! Only PG-13 fics, please. Preferably where hyung and I are gangsters or wizards,” Jungkook says, giggling when Seokjin karate chops his chest. Then they wave goodbye to the audience.
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SURPRISE DINNER!
or my boyfriend almost dumped me by mistake
“JK, is that you?” Seokjin called from inside the apartment the second Jungkook let himself in.
“Yes!” Jungkook replied, closing the door behind him.
“Great! I’m in the kitchen. Leave your shoes and come help hyung.”
“Okay,” Jungkook said, already crouching in the foyer, fingers trying - and failing - to unlace his combat boots. Can my hands stop shaking? Jeez, he thought, bitter, the knot tying the shoelaces together refusing to yield.
He was nervous, was the thing, because Seokjin had been acting weird for the past few weeks and Jungkook didn’t know what to make of it - or he did, but he didn’t want to go that path lest he works himself into a panic. It didn’t help that Seokjin called him out of the blue that morning, to ask him to drop by the apartment after his shift at Namjoon’s tattoo shop.
“Sure,” Jungkook had said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, his brain slowly catching up with the fact that Seokjin was calling him instead of just texting. “Is something up?” he asked next, suppressing a yawn.
“Ah, nothing really. Just something I wanna talk to you about.”
That had yanked Jungkook straight to the land of the living, sleep nothing but a faint memory.
He couldn’t remember what they talked about after, but it wasn’t much anyway, Seokjin saying his coffee break was over and he needed to get back to work because his boss would have his ass if he didn’t. Considering Seokjin’s boss was also his hyung, who all but adored the ground Seokjin stepped on, that was a lousy excuse, but Jungkook hadn’t been in the right state of mind to call him out on it.
Right now, however, Jungkook’s brain was more than up to the task, his thoughts swirling inside his head, crashing together, making Jungkook feel nauseous:
Why would Seokjin want to talk to him? Was it the reason he was so distant and pensive lately? Was it about Jungkook?
Seokjin wasn’t an overly reflective person - or rather, he was, but he didn’t let other people know that. It took Jungkook months to figure him out, but when he did, he felt reassured by the knowledge. It wasn’t that Seokjin was impulsive, it was that he thought about things in the background, hidden from everyone else, so when he actually acted on them it looked like he was acting without caring.
But he cared, quite a lot.
He cared more than anyone and Jungkook loved him for it. Jungkook loved him so much, sometimes it felt like it wasn’t real, like he was making up his feelings because there was no way someone could love someone else so deeply, so completely. And Seokjin loved him back! Or Jungkook hoped he did.
Then why was Seokjin so distant lately? So detached from him and from what they had together?
He was thinking about something and he looked like it. For the first time since Jungkook met him, Seokjin’s whole demeanor reflected his inner tribulations, whichever they were, and it made Jungkook fear for their relationship.
Does he want to break up? Is he reconsidering? Is it because I’m too young? These were the sort of thoughts Jungkook had recently, whenever Seokjin went quiet instead of loud during their hangouts, his gaze distant and his words devoid of their usual cheerfulness, his body next to Jungkook but his mind clearly elsewhere.
It was scary, but Jungkook hadn’t known how to bring it up before. So now he was here in Seokjin and Yoongi’s foyer, his fingers shaky around his shoelaces, and wishing he had come up with an excuse to bail.
“Jungkook-ah, you okay in there?” Seokjin called again, which startled Jungkook. Had he spaced out? He probably spaced out.
Ugh.
“Yes! Coming!” he said, finally stepping out of his boots and putting on the fluffy slippers Seokjin had bought for him to wear around the apartment.
He made his way to the kitchen and the first thing that hit him was the smell of delicious food hanging in the air. He probably should have noticed sooner, but he was to busy trying not to have a meltdown next to the Seokjin and Yoongi’s shoe rack.
“He came!” Seokjin greeted him, grinning from ear to ear at the sight of his boyfriend. Jungkook couldn’t help but grin back, his heart doing a thing inside his chest because of how much he loved the man in front of him.
Seokjin was gorgeous, and yeah, okay, Seokjin was always gorgeous no matter what, but today he looked extra stunning, his hair softly styled, and his clothes the comfiest-looking of them all. He looked like home to Jungkook. Seokjin was Jungkook’s home and that was equally amazing and terrifying.
“I came,” Jungkook said, then pointed at the mixing bowl in Seokjin’s hand. “What’s all that?”
“Our dinner, obviously,” Seokjin said like Jungkook should have known already. “Now take that one over there and follow hyung to the dining room, yeah?”
Jungkook obliged, and what he saw gave him some pause.
The table was set in a beautiful manner, with fancy tableware and delicate-looking cutlery, things Jungkook didn’t even know Seokjin or Yoongi owned. It looked amazing, Seokjin clearly had made an extra effort tonight and that gave Jungkook a little hope, just enough for his tummy ache to lessen.
They took a seat one next to the other, after placing everything on the table. Seokjin dragged his chair closer to Jungkook’s and the smell of his peach-scented body lotion made Jungkook’s heart do a flip. His hyung always smelled so fresh and soft. Jungkook wanted to hop onto his lap, bury his nose in the crook of his neck, and never ever move again.
“So, hmm…” Jungkook said, clearing his throat and trying very hard not to look nervous or scared. “What was it that you wanted to talk about?”
“Later,” Seokjin said without looking at him, piling some of the haemul pajeon on Jungkook’s plate. “Hyung worked hard in the kitchen tonight so the least you can do is eat everything well, okay?”
Jungkook nodded and Seokjin smiled, taking some haemul pajeon for himself and diving right in.
Seokjin made small talk with him, asking Jungkook about his day and about last night’s stream, how his gaming YouTube channel was doing lately, and how were Namjoon and Hoseok doing at the shop. Mundane things, safe things, things that almost made Jungkook forget about the knot inside his stomach and the nerves that had him wanting to cancel their meetup not an hour prior.
Jungkook tried his best too, answering Seokjin’s questions and picking at his food, even eating some of it - which was really delicious, because Seokjin was an excellent cook.
Seokjin frowned a little at Jungkook’s mostly uneaten food, but he didn’t comment on it, feeding him bites from his own plate instead. It was nice, and in any other circumstances, Jungkook would have felt great with all the attention. Right now, though, what he wanted was for them to finally talk.
“So, hm, about the thing I wanted to tell you,” Seokjin said after it was obvious none of them would have more to eat.
He looked nervous and uncertain, and his gaze wasn’t anywhere near Jungkook, which sort of rubbed him the wrong way. It made Jungkook’s own nervousness skyrocket, his heart loud in his ears and his mouth working faster than his head when he blurted out, “I think I know what you wanna tell me.”
Seokjin’s eyes went wide, eyebrows high on his forehead.
“Wait you do?” Jungkook nodded, frantic.
“Yeah. I mean, it took me some time to figure it out? But all in all, I think it’s for the best. Because, well, if you want things to change, you should be able to say so, right? So I guess if that’s what you want then I’m okay with it. Not like, okay okay, obviously. But okay enough. Like, onboard? Whatever that means.”
Seokjin blinked, craning his head back a little, sizing Jungkook up. “So… you’re willing to, you know, do it?”
“Of course, hyung. I love you. And I want what you want, whatever it is, always.”
“Me too, Jungkookie, but this…” Seokjin paused, placing a hand on top of Jungkook’s on the table. It hurt and it was soothing, all at once. “This is going to be a huge change and I’d rather you do it because you want to, not because of me.”
“See, but that’s…” Jungkook shook his head, his gaze dropping to the table as he tucked both of his hands in between his thighs.
His throat closed up and fuck, he didn’t want to cry yet! But there was no way in hell for him to say something like this without tearing up at least a little. He really was a child, wasn’t he?
“I love you too much, hyung,” he murmured, feeling miserable. “And I’m never going to want for us to break up, of course, but if that’s what you need then I’ll do it because-”
“Wait, what?” Seokjin said, so loud it stunned Jungkook into silence, causing his eyes to dart up. Seokjin looked like he sounded, shocked and confused. Hurt. “What the hell are you talking about? Breaking up? Do you want to break up with me, Jeon Jungkook?”
“I don’t, hyung! That’s what I’ve been trying-”
“Then why would you say that?” Seokjin interrupted him, looking pissed off now. “Why would you even suggest it?”
Jungkook blinked. He opened his mouth to reply but nothing came out. Then he tried again and said, “Because that’s why I’m here, isn’t it? For you to dump me.”
Seokjin snorted. Actually, wholeheartedly snorted. “I don’t want to dump you, you idiot! I want you to move in with me.”
Wait what?
“What?”
“Yes!” Seokjin said, starting to laugh now. “Why else would I prepare a whole-ass romantic dinner for you?”
“I don’t know! Because you’re nice?” Jungkook half-shouted, adrenaline coursing through his body like a lightning bolt.
“I’m not that nice, JK, c’mon,” Seokjin countered, looking amused. It made Jungkook want to kiss him - then again, Jungkook always wanted to kiss Seokjin.
“You are really nice, hyung,” he said instead, nodding to get his point across. Seokjin cocked an eyebrow at him.
“Bold of you to compliment me just after trying to dump me.”
“I didn’t try to dump you!” Jungkook whined. “I thought you wanted to dump me!”
“And why the fuck would I do that?” Seokjin said, and this time, he looked outraged, his pitch high and his face turning red. “I love you, you dingus! You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and I want to spend the rest of my life waking up to you and cooking for you and kissing your stupid, pretty face, goddamnit!”
Oh.
Oh, my god.
“No, no, no, Jungkookie, don’t cry, please, hyung didn’t mean to-”
“You... you want me to move in with you?” Jungkook asked, choked up with emotion, everything Seokjin had just said dawning on him like an explosion of glitter inside his heart.
“Yes!” Seokjin said, nodding with enthusiasm. “That’s what I’ve been trying to-”
“I do,” Jungkook said, crying even harder. “I mean- I want to. I wanna move in with you, hyung. Of course I want to.”
“Then why are you crying?!” Seokjin asked, fussing over him, his eyes wide and his hands all over Jungkook’s face and shoulders.
“Because I’m just- so- happy!” Jungkook said, punctuating every word with a sob. It made Seokjin pause and then smile, his shoulders finally relaxing.
He was so gorgeous. Jungkook wanted to marry this man, for real.
“There, there," Seokjin said, patting Jungkook’s hair, his eyes shiny, full of affection. “You’re such a crybaby, oh my god. What am I going to do with you?”
“You c-could hold me and k-kiss me,” Jungkook said, pouting his heart out. Seokjin laughed at the display.
“Okay, then. C’mere, big baby,” he said, guiding Jungkook to sit on his lap.
Seokjin kissed him with reverence, a hand carding through the scruff on his nape, the other one holding his waist to stabilize him. It made Jungkook want to cry again from how good it was, how loved and cared for it made him feel.
It was heaven, pure and simple, everything Jungkook had ever wanted and more than he ever dared to dream he could have.
Seokjin was his dream and his reality. He was Jungkook’s all.
Then Seokjin’s hand sneaked under Jungkook’s shirt and the night took a very different direction.
⏸️
“Wait… can we talk about what happened after that, hyung?”
“A little,” Seokjin says, slicing the cake they brought to celebrate the launching of the second channel. “Nothing too explicit, though.”
“Oh, it’s okay.” Jungkook shrugs, stealing a forkful of cake from Seokjin. Seokjin doesn’t even react. “I just wanted to comment on how we didn’t leave your bedroom for the whole weekend after that. Though I guess, it was sorta our bedroom then? Anyway.” He looks at the camera, his lips stained with pink meringue and a smug smirk in place. “We didn’t leave the bedroom for two whole days, followers. Didn’t wear any clothes either. It was lots of fun!”
“Not to my ex-roommate, though,” Seokjin points out, seemingly unfazed, although his ears are tinted a dark shade of red. “He sent me an angry email on Sunday afternoon.”
“Oooh, yeah. The email… It was so funny, though.” Jungkook giggles. “Wanna tell them what it said?”
Seokjin takes a bite of cake and chews on it while he thinks.
“It wasn’t very long,” he says after a second, feeding more cake to Jungkook. “But it was full of passive-aggression and lots of tacky innuendos. The gist of it was him calling me out for sexiling him without a three days notice, as it was established in the SIN House’s Rules of Coexistence.”
“Which were fake and only existed inside you guys’ heads,” Jungkook chirps in. Seokjin hits him in the arm.
“Yah, brat! Them being intangible didn’t make them any less real.” Jungkook shrugs, unbothered. Seokjin goes on. “In fact, the Rules of Coexistence were the one and only reason we managed to live together for so many years without unaliving each other.”
“You can say ‘killing’ now, hyung,” Jungkook says, smiling. “That was the whole point of making a second channel.”
“I know that! I just don’t like saying that word when I’m talking about Yoongi.”
“Aw, hyung, you’re so soft,” Jungkook teases.
“What can I say, I love that angry kitten,” Seokjin says, shrugging. “Hey Yoongi-yah, hyung loves you very much!” he says to the camera, loud and obnoxious, then he wheezes.
“We love you, Yoongi-hyung!” Jungkook says, also loud, waving his hands in the air as if to wave at Yoongi himself. “Sorry that you walked in on us having loud sex!”
“Yah!” Seokjin says, hitting Jungkook again, and it makes Jungkook burst out into giggles. Seokjin follows right after, and they don’t stop until their whole face is red and there are visible tears in their eyes.
They look so happy and in love, two people made for each other and chaotic in the best of ways.
Like the youth says sometimes: Couple Goals.
...and all that.
⏩
“Hyung, are you ready? Taehyungie called. They’re on their way.”
“Just a second, Jimin-ah,” Yoongi says, his eyes fixed on his laptop’s screen as his hand flies through the settings of the editing program, trying filter after filter because neither looks quite right.
“Is that the clip? I thought you’d finished it last night,” Jimin says, standing behind Yoongi’s desk chair. He cradles Yoongi’s nape, deft fingers working through the tense muscles of Yoongi’s neck. Yoongi sighs, leaning into the touch unconsciously. It feels nice.
“I thought I did too, but I gave it a last check before exporting it and I suddenly don’t like the filter I used, so I’m trying some stuff out.”
He hears Jimin hum, his hands moving from Yoongi’s neck to his shoulders, massaging through the layers of Yoongi’s suit jacket. “It looks okay to me, though.”
Yoongi scoffs. “Exactly. It shouldn’t look just okay. It should be better. Should be perfect,” he says under his breath, trying yet another filter and discarding it just as fast because it’s just not right.
Jimin hums again, silently working Yoongi’s upper back with his thumbs. “They’re going to love it no matter what,” he says after a minute. “You know that, right?”
“I know,” Yoongi says because he does.
He knows Jungkook and Seokjin are going to love the clip even if the editing isn’t perfect. In fact, chances are they will laugh-cry while watching it, once they recover from the shock of it being broadcasted directly behind their table at the reception. If they cry, everyone else will cry too, and then Yoongi’s efforts would have been worth it.
Yoongi knows this, but he can’t help himself. He wants it to be perfect because they deserve perfection. It’s that simple.
He sighs.
“I’m doing that thing again, am I?” he asks. Jimin hums in the affirmative. Yoongi sighs again. “I’ll export yesterday’s version, the one I showed you. You liked that one, yes?”
“I did, it was really nice,” Jimin says. He pecks Yoongi’s temple and then throws his arms over Yoongi’s shoulders, resting his head on top of Yoongi’s to watch him work. It grounds him and Yoongi appreciates it; grounding is exactly what he needs right now.
A few minutes later, Jimin’s phone goes off, just in time for the file to finish exporting.
“It was Joonie-hyung, they’re parked across the street,” Jimin says after hanging up. “Apparently Hobi-hyung has to pick up his sister too, so we really should get going.”
“Yes, lemme just-” Yoongi says, shutting off the laptop and tucking it into its carrier bag. He stands, the bag’s strap thrown over his shoulder.
Jimin stands in front of him, smiling as he adjusts the lapel of Yoongi’s shirt and smooths out the shoulders of his suit jacket. “So handsome, hyung,” he says, and Yoongi does the unimaginable not to blush at the compliment. “Now let’s go. The ceremony starts in less than an hour and Jin-hyung must be flipping by now.”
Yoongi suppresses a smile. “Time to be the best Best Man ever, I guess,” he says with a pained groan. Jimin giggles, hitting Yoongi’s arm just to lean into him after, which makes Yoongi smile for real.
Then off to a wedding they go.
⏹️