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Jungkook’s fingers tap nervously against the wheel to the beat of his Halloween playlist. He chews the inside of his cheek as Fall Children crackles through his speakers. He’s not sure why he’s feeling so nervous, he’s just going to pick up Yoongi. Yoongi who is his sort of/almost/hopefully soon-to-be-boyfriend.
And the nerves are fully back.
This will be their third date. Hang out? Date. Jungkook definitely specified that it was a date in his text. Right?
Jungkook had been extremely reluctant to meet Yoongi when Taehyung and Jimin had tried to introduce them. Jungkook was very firmly in the no new friends camp. Taehyung told him he couldn’t date an anime boy body pillow. Jimin told him to stop being a brat. Jungkook just didn’t know how to talk to new people.
Jungkook should have been suspicious when Jimin invited him over for dinner. It wasn’t that Jimin didn’t invite him to do things, he was just very insistent on that specific date and time. Jungkook had agreed reluctantly, showing up fifteen minutes late with a large bottle of wine. When he had burst through the door, panting and half soaked from a surprise rain storm, there had been a stranger sitting on the couch. Jungkook had immediately stood ramrod street, eyes wide as the other man stared at him with the same look of shock.
Taehyung and Jimin had come barreling out of the kitchen and dragged him into the apartment. Before he could react, he was shoved onto the couch next to the man, sans wet jacket and with a kitchen towel on his head to dry his hair.
Jimin was standing before them, hands on his hips. “Jungkook this is Yoongi, Tae’s best friend, Yoongi this is Jungkook, my best friend. You will now talk to each other like functioning adults.”
They stared at each other for a few more seconds and Jungkook, now partly over his shock, was able to appreciate how pretty the other was. Fluffy pink hair was swept across his forehead over dark feline eyes. A cute button nose and round cheeks, slightly flushed, made him want to reach out and pinch them. The doll-like lips, pink and pushed out in a small pout looked so kissable he could scream. Instead, he decided he would be a functioning adult and make small talk.
“You’re really pretty,” Jungkook blurted.
That was not the small talk he meant to make.
The other man’s eyes had widened and his cheeks had flushed a deeper red. Jungkook wasn’t sure what to do, should he apologize? Run out the door and change his name? He was half way through a brain spiral when it was interrupted.
“Thanks,” a deep voice, slightly raspy, “You are too.”
Jungkook’s eyes snapped up, the man was giving him a small smile. Jungkook bit his lip to try to hold back his grin.
Yoongi cocked his head to the side, eyes dipping to Jungkook’s chest and then back up to his eyes. “I like your shirt, Jungkook.”
He really liked the way his name sounded coming out of Yoongi’s pretty lips.
Jungkook glanced down at his outfit and flushed. He was in his rattiest pair of jeans and a faded Vandals t-shirt. He hadn’t counted on anyone else being at Jimin and Taehyung’s, so hadn’t thought to dress nicely.
“Oh, do you like the Vandals?” A stupid question, but Jungkook’s brain was working a lot slower than normal.
Yoongi had given him a full smile then and it was dazzling. His eyes had creased into crescent moons and his lips had stretched wide, showing teeth and gums. Despite Jungkook feeling like a nervous wreck, Yoongi had managed to pull him into a conversation about '80s and '90s punk music and when he left a few hours later, a little breathless, Yoongi’s number was safely stored in his phone.
It took Jungkook two days to work up the courage to text him. Once he broke that first barrier things were easier, conversation flowed and they talked constantly. When Yoongi suggested they go out for coffee Jungkook dropped his phone on his face before enthusiastically agreeing.
So they’d hung out twice now by themselves. Gone on two dates.
Jungkook is positive they were dates.
They met for coffee and talked for hours, leaning across the table into each other’s space. Jungkook loved how Yoongi talked with his hands when he got excited, how he’d slur his words together when they’d come out too quickly. His eyes sparkled as he talked about photography, about the music they both loved, about his little toy poodle.
Jungkook felt himself falling. Fast.
Their second outing. Date. Had been to dinner and a movie. Classic date.
The way Yoongi’s cheeks had puffed as he had eaten his pizza, chewing fast and swallowing hard to not miss a beat in their conversation. His fingers, shiny with pizza grease, tapping the top of the table when he insisted that yes, that side project was good but have you heard The Transplants? He could have talked to Yoongi for hours, entranced by the way his lips pouted and his gummy smile flashed.
Their shoulders were so close in the movie theatre seats, Jungkook could feel the heat from Yoongi’s arm as it hovered, so close yet not touching, on the armrest between their chairs. Jungkook had nearly jumped out of his seat when their hands had brushed in the popcorn bucket. When Jungkook dropped Yoongi off at his apartment after, Yoongi had leaned over and kissed his cheek, hand squeezing his forearm.
Jungkook had quietly screamed for the majority of his drive home.
So now, Jungkook is on his way to pick Yoongi up for their third date. Taehyung and Jimin had told him how much Yoongi loved Halloween and spooky things. The fall carnival happening over the weekend would be Jungkook’s perfect opportunity. Yoongi had happily agreed to Jungkook’s invitation, sending a bunch of smiley and pumpkin emojis.
This is a date. Without a doubt. A third date. A Big Deal.
Jungkook had texted Jimin asking if three dates was too soon to ask someone to be official boyfriends. Jimin had texted back a string of eyeroll and laughing emojis. Which was extremely unhelpful.
Jungkook pulls up to the curb outside of Yoongi’s apartment building and Yoongi hurries out, waving. He’s bundled in a red plaid jacket and fuzzy gray scarf. He tugs a black beanie over his pink hair as he gets to the car. He looks soft and fluffy, despite his chunky black combat boots. Jungkook has never loved fall more.
Yoongi slides into the passenger seat and smiles, he leans over and pecks Jungkook on the cheek. Jungkook feels himself blushing. He wants to squeal. This is definitely a date.
Get your shit together, he silently chastises himself.
Yoongi settles into his seat and buckles his seatbelt as Jungkook pulls away from the curb. He cocks his head and leans forward, twisting the volume control on the radio. “I love this song,” he says happily as the chorus of Surfin’ Dead blares through the car.
Jungkook smiles, finding someone who shares his eclectic taste in music had been a shock. When he had seen the Meteors patch on Yoongi’s denim jacket at the coffee shop he had nearly squealed. Maybe he should have listened to Taehyung and Jimin sooner, they were clearly right about how well Jungkook and Yoongi would get along.
He will absolutely never admit this to them.
Despite his nerves and a few moments of awkwardness at the beginning of their drive, they settle into easy conversation. Jungkook has Yoongi laughing in his seat within a couple of minutes. Jungkook can’t stop the grin that crinkles his nose at Yoongi’s wheezy laughter and gummy smile.
As they pull into the gravel parking lot of the carnival, Jungkook glances over to see Yoongi’s reaction. He’s smiling broadly, eyes wide as he takes in the sights.
“This looks so fun, Kook,” he says, flashing his smile at Jungkook before turning and opening the car door.
Jungkook gets out as well and they walk toward the entrance together. “What do you want to do first?” Jungkook asks, glancing over at a still wide-eyed Yoongi.
Yoongi looks around as they enter, the bright flashing lights from the game stalls reflecting like stars in his eyes. Jungkook thinks about holding his hand but isn’t sure if he should, if he’s allowed to. He shoves his hands in his pockets instead.
“Rides?” Yoongi asks, pointing toward a section of carnival rides at the far end of the fair.
Jungkook grins at that, “I love rides,” he announces and sets off across the grass.
Yoongi huffs a laugh next to him and follows along at his side. They stop at a ticket counter to buy ride tickets, Yoongi tries to pay and Jungkook pushes him to the side with his hip and pays before Yoongi can even take out his wallet. “I’m older, I should pay,” Yoongi complains.
Jungkook shrugs and smiles down at him again, “I invited you, let me spoil you.”
He sees Yoongi’s cheeks go pink and his eyes widen a little. Yoongi finally looks down, scuffing the toe of his boot against the ground as he nods and murmurs a quiet, okay, Kookie.
Jungkook’s heart soars at the pet name, he bites his lip to hide his grin.
Jungkook leads the way toward the swinging pirate ship and hands two tickets to the ride operator. As they climb in, Jungkook glances over and sees Yoongi looking a little nervous. “Are you okay?”
“Oh,” Yoongi jumps a little and then chuckles, “I’m fine, the first ride just always makes me antsy, you know?”
Jungkook smiles down at him and slowly reaches out, closing his hand over Yoongi’s where it rests against the safety bar. “I’m here, you don’t need to be scared.”
Yoongi spreads his fingers on the bar so Jungkook can slot his in between and looks up, showing a shy smile. “Thank you,” he says, voice soft.
Jungkook feels Yoongi’s fingers tighten and loosen as the ride swings, Yoongi’s yells and laughter fill Jungkook’s ears, causing him to laugh along, his palm still pressed to the back of Yoongi’s hand. As they step off the ride Yoongi clings to his arm for a moment, a little breathless.
“Okay, that was fun,” he says, straightening up and letting go, “What’s next?”
Jungkook points ahead of them. “The Thunderbolt is my favorite.” Yoongi follows his gesture to the circular ride ahead of them. As they watch, the ride, rapidly zooming forward, slows suddenly and then begins moving backwards at high speed.
“Funny enough,” Yoongi says, stepping toward the ride, “That’s my favorite too.”
Their laughter is pulled away by the wind as they careen around the track. Jungkook decides this ride is definitely and unequivocally his favorite. The force has Yoongi sliding into him, their thighs and shoulders pressed together for the duration. Yoongi is a warm weight against him, and as he tucks his face into Jungkook’s shoulder, still laughing, Jungkook feels like he’s in heaven. He relaxes into Yoongi’s side, focusing on the feeling of Yoongi’s breath against his neck.
“Absolutely not!” Yoongi huffs, crossing his arms over his chest as Jungkook tries to lead him to the Zipper next. “I don’t do upside-down rides.”
Jungkook sighs. “But it looks so fun!”
“You won’t be saying that when I’ve thrown up on you, Jungkook.”
Jungkook snorts and shakes his head. “Fair enough, Gravitron?”
Yoongi agrees and they head toward the large spaceship. Jungkook pulls out all the stops as the ride spins, flipping himself upside-down and sideways to make Yoongi laugh and smile. As they exit the ride, legs wobbly, Yoongi giggles and clings to his arm again.
“I think I’ve had enough rides for now,” Yoongi says, swaying gently on his feet.
“Okay, time for our next stop then,” Jungkook says and begins leading the way across the fairgrounds.
Yoongi follows along, “Where to next? Games?”
“Not yet!” Jungkook chirps, striding toward the looming figure of the haunted house at the end of the field. “We’re going to the haunted house!”
Yoongi stops walking and Jungkook turns, giving him a questioning look. Yoongi looks a little pale. “Is that okay, Yoongi?” he asks, furrowing his brow.
Yoongi takes a deep breath and keeps walking, nodding shakily. “Yeah, yeah, of course it is,” he responds. Jungkook notices his fists are clenched at his sides. Maybe it’s left over shakiness from the ride?
He starts walking again when Yoongi reaches him and smiles, “I love haunted houses, this is going to be so fun!”
Yoongi makes a noncommittal noise next to him as they approach the line. A masked man with a chainsaw to their right revs the engine as they get closer, Yoongi tucks himself into Jungkook’s side.
As they reach the front, Jungkook happily hands over two tickets to the mummy at the entrance and steps inside, Yoongi following after him.
They step through the door into darkness, flashing lights to their right show them where they should head, straight down a long hallway. Yoongi is directly behind him, and as they hear screams from further inside the attraction Yoongi presses close against his back.
Jungkook’s always been a fan of haunted houses, the thrill and adrenaline rush are always fun for him. As they pass through a doorway Jungkook pauses and Yoongi bumps into his back. Jungkook feels Yoongi’s fingers curl in the back of his jacket.
They’re inside what looks like a hospital operating room, walls splattered with blood and body parts littered across the floor. There are some human-sized lumps covered by white sheets on two tables in the center. The room is dimly lit so Jungkook jumps when a figure suddenly looms from the corner, a blood-splattered doctor missing half of his face, a scalpel and saw in hand. He lunges toward them and at the same time one of the sheets moves, a bloody corpse darting at Yoongi. Jungkook screams and then begins laughing as he hears Yoongi shriek behind him, pressing himself closer to Jungkook’s back.
Jungkook moves across the floor as the corpse on the table slides off and begins to crawl across the floor toward them, a bloody visage moaning at them. Jungkook passes through the opposite door with Yoongi clinging to his back and steps into another hallway. Yoongi’s breath sounds a little ragged and he hasn’t loosened his grip.
Jungkook shuffles down the hallway and is only mildly surprised when a bloody clown jumps out at them from an alcove halfway down. Yoongi yells and jumps, hands leaving Jungkook’s jacket as he covers his eyes. Jungkook looks at him and shakes his head, Yoongi’s really playing it up.
As they pass by to continue into the next room, Yoongi reaches out and grabs Jungkook’s hand, lacing their fingers together and squeezing hard. Yoongi’s hand feels a little clammy, Jungkook wonders if he’s too warm.
As they make their way into a room filled with creepy dolls, Jungkook feels Yoongi’s hand trembling in his. Maybe he’s actually too cold? Jungkook shrieks when a little girl rises from the bed and charges at them, wielding a knife and screaming. Yoongi’s screams are muffled as he buries his face in Jungkook’s shoulder. Jungkook pulls Yoongi through the room by their clasped hands and into another dark hallway.
The hallway splits and has two directions they could go in. Jungkook starts walking down the left path when he hears a noise. As they pause and wait, a figure runs toward them from the darkness. The figure screams, brandishing an axe over their head and grinning madly. They’re coated in blood and gore. Yoongi squeals and begins running in the other direction, dragging Jungkook with him toward another room. As they enter, Yoongi leans against the wall, trying to catch his breath. He looks a little pale, but Jungkook can’t really tell in the dim lighting.
They pass through a few more hallways and rooms with similar concepts. It’s not the best haunted house Jungkook has been in, but it gives him a few scares. He finds himself laughing just as much as he screams, enjoying all of the attempts the actors make to scare them.
Yoongi clings to his hand the entire time, sometimes with both of his. Nails dig into Jungkook’s hand at one point, making him hiss, and when he looks over, Yoongi has his eyes squeezed shut and jaw clenched. Jungkook’s impressed with the lengths Yoongi will go to hold his hand and lean into him. At one point Yoongi buries his face against Jungkook’s chest and Jungkook nearly faints.
Jungkook is pleased, clearly this was a great idea to get him and Yoongi closer.
They pass down a final hallway, Jungkook sees the exit in front of them and tugs Yoongi through the door. As they step outside the haunted house into the sunlight, Jungkook is breathless with laughter. He feels Yoongi drop his hand and turns as he hears a strangled sound. Yoongi is hunched over, hands on his thighs, breath coming in ragged gasps.
“Yoongi, are you okay?” Jungkook asks, rushing over and putting his hands on Yoongi’s shoulders, trying to help him stand back up. When Yoongi finally straightens his face is bright red and his eyes are wide and glassy, as if he’s been holding back tears. Jungkook searches his face, taking in the bitten lips and sweaty forehead. “Yoongi, what is going on?” he asks, frantic.
Yoongi swallows once, twice, brings his hands up to scrub over his face. “I fucking,” he pauses, his voice is rough from screaming, he swallows again, “I fucking hate haunted houses.”
“What?” Jungkook asks, mind blanking.
“I hate scary stuff, Jungkook, why do you think I was holding your hand so hard?” Yoongi’s voice is shocked.
“I, what? I thought you just wanted to hold hands!” Jungkook gasps out, feeling exasperated. His mind is whirling. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
Yoongi’s panting breaths are finally slowing, his hand is now on his chest over his heart. He tilts his head back, groaning. “You looked so excited, I didn’t want you to be disappointed.”
“I wouldn’t have been disappointed! Oh my G -” he stops, eyes widening, “I am going to kill Jimin and Taehyung.” When Yoongi just stares blankly at him he continues, “They told me you love scary stuff, horror movies, haunted houses…” he trails off, eyes pleading.
“I hate scary stuff, especially jump scares. Taehyung knows this better than anyone that fucking brat.” Yoongi pulls off his beanie to run a hand through his pink hair.
“Yoongi, fuck, I am so, so, sorry. I never would have suggested the haunted house if I had known.” Jungkook wants to drop to his knees and grovel, apologize over and over for putting Yoongi through something he so clearly hates.
Yoongi waves him off, tugging his hat back on. “It’s okay, Kook. It’s not your fault, I should have said something,” Yoongi says with a shrug and a grimace. His face is now ghost pale and Jungkook can see that he’s trembling.
Jungkook feels all of his plans of asking Yoongi to be his boyfriend slipping through his fingers.
His perfect date idea is turning into a total nightmare.
“It’s not okay, I’m really sorry.” He feels miserable. He’s ruined their date, there’s no way Yoongi’s going to want to go out with him again. He needs to figure out some way to salvage this. “Can I make it up to you?”
Yoongi tilts his head to the side, narrowing his eyes as he appraises Jungkook. “How?” he asks warily, crossing his arms over his chest.
He can fix this.
“Anything you want, there’s tons of games and food and more rides, anything,” he pleads, hands clasped in front of him.
Yoongi’s lips quirk into a small smile and he unfolds his arms. “Alright, Jungkook, I’ll give you a chance,” he says, smile stretching.
Yoongi reaches out a hand for Jungkook to take. Jungkook’s eyes widen but he steps forward, slipping his fingers between Yoongi’s slightly clammy ones. Without the atmosphere of the haunted house, Jungkook can appreciate the beauty of their clasped hands. Yoongi’s pale milky skin against his own tan hand is a gorgeous contrast in the sunlight. Yoongi’s hand is a little larger than his, his fingers slim and knobby-knuckled, and they fit perfectly between Jungkook’s. Jungkook has held hands with other people before, obviously, but it never felt like this, like two puzzle pieces locking together.
He finds it hard to tear his gaze away, his heartbeat speeds up a little in his chest. There’s a squirming in his stomach, like butterflies bursting from their cocoons, as he lifts his eyes and looks into Yoongi’s face. Yoongi’s pallor is fading, cheeks pinking in the crisp fall air, and he’s smiling fondly at Jungkook. His eyes are warm melted chocolate, Jungkook feels himself falling into the bottomless pools, slipping down. “Ready?” Yoongi asks, voice soft.
Jungkook blinks and nods. He squeezes Yoongi’s hand and smiles widely, teeth on display. “Come on,” he says and tugs Yoongi along toward the carnival games.
Jungkook prides himself on his excellent skills at sports and by extension, carnival games. There’s a trick to it, he knows, to manipulate the game just so, so he can win. And this is his opportunity to use his skills for good.
Yoongi deserves all of the prizes and Jungkook is going to win them.
Yoongi clings to his hand as they walk, as if he’s afraid Jungkook will let go and he’ll be pulled back into the haunted house. His eyes are still a little wild and his fingers shake just a bit. Jungkook is determined to make up for his mistake, to make Yoongi forget about the haunted house and laugh again.
He’s also determined to rip Taehyung and Jimin limb from limb as soon as he drops Yoongi off.
Jungkook wins Yoongi a set of sparkly glow in the dark bracelets at a balloon popping game and a small bunny plushie at a ball toss stand. Yoongi grins as he chooses the soft blue rabbit, happily telling Jungkook it reminds him of him. Jungkook looks away, blushing hard as Yoongi hugs the rabbit to his chest.
Jungkook nearly stumbles as Yoongi stops suddenly, anchoring them in place. He turns to see Yoongi staring at one of the game stalls. Jungkook looks and sees that it’s a ladder climb game. If you climb up the ladder, attached at only the top and bottom and designed to spin and twirl, you can win one of the huge plushies hanging from the stall. Yoongi’s eyes are fixed on a large pink cat hanging in the corner, easily the size of his entire torso.
Jungkook thinks it looks just like him.
“That one?” Jungkook asks, pointing at the cat.
Yoongi turns to him and nods, eyes sparkling. “Please?” He looks younger like this, wide-eyed and eager. This isn’t something he would’ve expected from Yoongi, but he loves it. He loves this soft side the other man is displaying, his bad boy aloof exterior melting to show the soft gummy-smiled kid he is at heart. Jungkook’s seen glimpses of him when Yoongi gets animated about something, but he would try to keep it in, trying to maintain his cool edge. Jungkook likes him either way, but this side, the side that wants a giant stuffed cat, is something special. He wants Yoongi to always feel comfortable enough with him to show this softer side, to always be himself.
When he approaches the worker the man gives him a sly smile, “Three tickets for one climb, five for two,” he says, holding out a hand.
Jungkook fishes out three tickets and hands them over. “Just one,” he says confidently, shooting Yoongi a wink. He hears Yoongi snort behind him.
Jungkook knows this game, knows how to shimmy up the ladder to keep his balance. He takes it slow, moving in small bursts so he doesn’t rock the rope. He reaches the top easily and rings the bell, dropping from the ladder to receive his prize.
As the worker hands Jungkook the cat, he turns to look at Yoongi and his breath catches. Yoongi is hugging the stuffed rabbit tight to his chest, eyes disappearing into crescent moons from the force of his smile. Jungkook would climb a hundred wobbly ladders if it meant he could see this look on his face again.
Jungkook hands over the pink cat and Yoongi grins impossibly wider, crushing the stuffed animal to his chest. “Thank you, Jungkook,” he says quietly, leaning up on his toes to press a kiss to Jungkook’s cheek.
Jungkook preens, toothy grin on full display. He feels like he’s doing a pretty good job of salvaging the date.
“Are you hungry?” he asks, reaching out for Yoongi’s hand again.
Yoongi shuffles his stuffed animals under one arm and interlaces their fingers again. “Definitely,” he says with a smirk, “All that screaming made me work up an appetite.” Jungkook frowns and flushes. “Oh my gosh, Jungkook I’m kidding, it’s fine, come on,” he says with a laugh, tugging Jungkook toward the food stalls.
They stop at a stall with hot spiced cider and Jungkook buys them two paper mugs of the steaming liquid. “What do you want to eat?” Jungkook asks, glancing around them.
Yoongi hums, taking another sip of his cider. “Something sweet, I’m not sure what.”
Jungkook nods and gently disentangles their fingers. His hand feels cold as soon as they aren’t connected. “Go grab us some seats at one of the tables, I’ll surprise you,” he says, handing Yoongi his cider and pointing at an area of picnic tables.
Yoongi pouts for a moment but nods and sets off toward the tables. Jungkook takes stock and chooses a few food options. When he meets Yoongi at the table, it’s with arms laden with treats.
Yoongi’s eyes widen as he looks over Jungkook’s haul. “How did you carry all of this?” he asks, clearly surprised.
Jungkook shrugs. “Talent, I guess?” he says, smiling as he picks up a caramel apple, “I’m one of those people who carries all my groceries in one trip.”
Yoongi snorts and picks up a fork. “Clearly you’re very talented, Kookie,” he says, taking a bite of pumpkin pie.
Jungkook freezes with his teeth sunk into the caramel apple. His heart does a thing at hearing the nickname again. He takes his bite and pulls the apple away, smiling as he chews. “I did win you all those prizes,” he states confidently, gesturing with the apple.
Yoongi shakes his wrists, sparkly bracelets jangling, and reaches for a corn dog. “Very true, and I love them, thank you. I’ve never been good at the games, never won any prizes like these before.”
Jungkook grins. “I’ll win you as many as you want,” he promises, digging a fork into the slice of pie Yoongi had eaten half of.
He doesn’t say what he really wants to, that Yoongi is the real prize. It sounds too gooey even for him.
Yoongi laughs, gummy grin on display. “If you win me anymore, I won’t be able to carry them. This is perfect, Jungkook, really.”
They sit in quiet conversation for a few minutes, sharing the candy apples, pie, and corn dogs. Jungkook still feels horrible about the haunted house, but he feels like they have the same energy back from before.
Yoongi is smiling fondly at him whenever they make eye contact, he’s no longer pale and he laughs easily when Jungkook makes a joke. Jungkook’s confidence is returning, along with butterflies. They swoop through his stomach as he watches Yoongi tear off a piece of apple cider donut and pop it between his pouty lips.
“What do you want to do after we eat?” Yoongi asks, breaking off another piece of donut.
“You’re not afraid of heights are you?”
Yoongi shakes his head. “Not heights, just scary movies and haunted houses. Oh! And spiders,” he finishes, popping the last of the donut into his mouth.
Jungkook watches Yoongi lick sugar from his hands, pink tongue darting out to lap at the pads of his fingers. Jungkook swallows hard, nearly choking on his corn dog, when Yoongi pops his fingertips into his mouth and sucks at them, moaning around them. “I love apple cider donuts,” he groans, slouching bonelessly into his seat as he withdraws his fingers. Jungkook watches him lick the excess sugar off his lips.
Jungkook blinks hard and tries to recover. He takes another bite of his corndog and collects his thoughts. His mind is swirling with images of Yoongi’s lips and tongue. Yoongi has kissed him on the cheek a few times now, but they haven’t actually kissed yet. Jungkook wants it to be special, because Yoongi is special. He sounds like a love-sick teenager.
“How about the ferris wheel? The sun is starting to go down, I bet we’ll have a nice view of the sunset,” Jungkook suggests, hoping for a romantic atmosphere.
“I love ferris wheels, that sounds great,” Yoongi says happily.
They finish their treats and stand, collecting their trash and throwing it out. Jungkook grabs Yoongi’s hand again to lead them to the ferris wheel. His fingers are a little sticky from the donuts but Jungkook doesn’t mind.
They stand in line for a few minutes, Yoongi looking around at the fair with his hand in Jungkook’s and his prizes tucked under his other arm. Jungkook takes this time to look at him. Yoongi is smiling absently as he gazes around, rocking on the balls of his feet. Yoongi’s ripped jeans and combat boots do nothing to distract from how small and soft he looks in his plaid jacket and beanie. His pretty pink hair peeking from under the beanie reminds Jungkook of the cotton candy they had passed. Yoongi is as sweet as the treat, earnest and smiley as the fair lights reflect in his wide eyes.
Yoongi turns back and they make eye contact, Jungkook caught staring. He feels himself blushing but doesn’t look away, just draws Yoongi closer to him and tucks him into his side, letting go of his hand to wrap his arm around his waist. Yoongi sighs and snuggles against him, leaning his head on Jungkook’s shoulder. Jungkook smiles dopily as they shuffle forward toward the front of the line.
It’s a bit of a struggle to fit into the ferris wheel car with Yoongi’s cat plushie. Eventually they manage to tuck the cat against Yoongi’s side and the bunny on Jungkook’s. It’s a tight squeeze but Jungkook won’t complain, this way Yoongi is pressed flush against him, his thigh warm against Jungkook’s own.
As the ride operator pulls down their safety bar and starts the ride, Yoongi reaches for Jungkook’s hand again, fitting their fingers together over the bar. They’re quiet as the ride moves, enjoying the sway of the car and the scenery around them. When they reach the top and the ride pauses, Jungkook glances over to see Yoongi looking out at the carnival below them. He’s smiling widely and the blinking red and orange lights from the arms of the ferris wheel shimmer in his eyes. His skin and hair glow in the warm light of the setting sun.
“Yoongi,” he says softly, to get the other man’s attention.
Yoongi turns and looks questioningly at Jungkook, cocking his head to the side, lips slightly parted. Their eyes meet and there’s a moment where it feels like everything is frozen, where they stare at each other and the world has stopped turning, the rides around them have stopped spinning. And then Jungkook leans in.
Yoongi’s lips are soft and sweet like cider and melted sugar. He tastes like apples and cinnamon and everything sweet Jungkook has ever had on his tongue. The flashing lights of the ride burst and pop in his head, sparklers and fireworks exploding with them. Jungkook has kissed plenty of people, had plenty of first kisses, but there’s something about this one that feels different.
Yoongi makes a soft noise in his throat and sighs into the kiss, turning his body to press more firmly against Jungkook. His free hand comes up and fists in the front of Jungkook’s sweater. He tilts his head and their lips slot together more easily, fitting together like they were made to be there. Jungkook feels warm all over, the butterflies in his stomach are fluttering so hard he feels like he could explode.
With a soft click of their lips they pull apart and lean back slightly. Jungkook opens his eyes and watches as Yoongi’s eyes flutter open, lashes dancing across his cheeks. Their eyes meet again, and Jungkook’s breath hitches. Yoongi’s eyes are molten, looking almost golden in the fading light.
“That was…” Jungkook trails off, lost for words. His voice sounds a little shaky.
“Yeah,” Yoongi whispers back.
They smile at each other then, starting softly until they both giggle and their smiles stretch into grins. Jungkook reaches out a hand to brush Yoongi’s bangs from his eyes and let’s his hand trail down and linger, cupping his cheek. Yoongi leans into the touch and blinks up at him, fond.
Jungkook thinks, despite the hiccup, this is one of the best dates he’s ever been on. Especially now that he knows, for sure, that this was a date. He’s not sure what he had even doubted it.
A date with Yoongi.
Yoongi, who Jungkook definitely wants to kiss again.
Yoongi, who Jungkook definitely wants to be his boyfriend.
“I was planning to ask you earlier, but then I thought things were ruined. Um,” he pauses, thumb brushing along Yoongi’s cheekbone, “Will you be my boyfriend?”
“Yeah,” Yoongi breathes out, smiling sweetly, “Yeah, of course, Jungkookie.”
Jungkook smiles and leans in again, pressing his lips back to Yoongi’s in a sweet kiss, sugar and cinnamon filling his senses.
They separate as the ride begins to move again, leaning back against the seat. Their hands are clasped together on Yoongi’s thigh and with a soft sigh Yoongi shuffles a little and rests his head on Jungkook’s shoulder. Jungkook smiles and looks out at the carnival lights below them, feeling lighter than air. The swooping feeling from his stomach settles in his chest as something warm and glowing, the flickering light of a jack-o’-lantern flaring to life.