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Jungkook finally felt settled after many years of waiting to be.

He got accepted into a great school, with an amazing film program, far away from home, on a scholarship—precisely how he planned.

He thanked his lucky stars each night since he moved to Seoul and started school.

The transition wasn't hard, having seamlessly found a roommate and a job—at a local coffee shop that he loved and which customers grew to love him quickly.

His new roommate, Taehyung, was fantastic too. The old roommate, named Seokjin, graduated and got a job at a local film studio and moved out on his own, leaving a free room. Jungkook found it through a friend of a friend and the rest is history.

Taehyung’s friend group welcomed Jungkook with open arms, happy to have a freshman to take under their six respective wings. Although the only downside is Jungkook feels a headache coming on whenever Taehyung tries to talk to him about his major—philosophy—but aside from that, things are good.

Jungkook finally felt like he was finding his place in the world, allowed to be himself, and nobody expected anything from him except while he was at work.

He fell into a good rhythm, the first few months of school flying by. He didn't find it hard to balance school, work, and his new friends, shockingly. But the happiness he felt from it all helped.

He quickly fell in with Taehyung's friends, six of them in the group, making him the seventh member. They were well rounded, a mix of different majors and personalities among them.

Except there was one of them, he'd heard all about but hadn't met yet—the mysterious Min Yoongi.

The way they talked about him fascinated him.

They said he had a sort of grumpy exterior, but it’s mostly an act. If you just looked at him and pouted, he would do anything you asked—if he hadn't done it already.

He seemed like he would be a good friend, and Jungkook couldn't wait to meet him.

He didn't mind that they hadn't met yet because Taehyung mentioned he had problems with new people sometimes, a little shy, so it was okay with Jungkook. He wasn't going anywhere, and he would be here for three more years, actually.

Tonight, he was sitting on the couch, playing overwatch, when Taehyung, his boyfriend, and the most beautiful person he'd ever seen walked in—which was a new and interesting thought, to say the least, because it was another guy.

His head snapped up, immediately making eye contact with the stranger. The controller vibrated in his hands, and the next thing he knew, he was dead.

"Shit," he hissed and tore his gaze away back to the screen. He let out a long groan and tossed the controller aside.

"And there we have Jungkookie," Taehyung announced as they all stepped in.

"Sorry," Jungkook murmured, tips of his ears growing red. He stood up and made his way to the trio. He looked directly at the stranger. "H-hi," he bowed in greeting and then stuck his hand out but immediately yanked it back. He flushed harder, embarrassed.

The stranger stared back at him—a little wide-eyed and frozen.

'Oh god, I've already fucked this up,' Jungkook thought. 

"Oh my god, calm down, this is Yoongi, you've heard all about him," Taehyung grumbled and waved a hand in the air to dismiss whatever was happening.

Jungkook's eyes widened again before he turned back to Yoongi with a small smile. He asked the only thing he could think of, "D-do you play overwatch?"

Jimin burst out laughing, leaning into Taehyung for support.

Jungkook turned to glare at him, not in on the joke. He turned back, and Yoongi broke out into the softest, most beautiful, gummy smile that Jungkook had ever seen. "No, uh, I'm gay, so not really," he spoke with a low chuckle. 

Jungkook's eyes grew comically wide, and he shook his head. "Oh, I'm s-sorry, I didn't mean to assume anything, I didn't-" he started to ramble but cut himself off as Taehyung joined in laughing and threw an arm around him. He shot a doe-eyed look between Taehyung and Yoongi, who was smiling fondly at him.

Jungkook's heart skipped a beat at the sight—which he added to his list of things to worry about later.

"Oh, our Jungkookie is so painfully straight, don't mind him." 

Jungkook let out an awkward laugh and stared at the ground, and Taehyung squeezed his shoulders. He brought his hands up to cover his ears out of embarrassment. He felt warm all over but didn't know if that was from embarrassment over the situation or from the way Yoongi was looking him over.

"That’s funny. I thought you hated straight people,” Yoongi retorted, and Jungkook looked between them, worried.

“He's kidding, Kookie. I don't hate your people," Taehyung spoke and gave him a little pat on the head.

Jungkook huffed. He wanted to either hide or be swallowed up by the ground. Either would work, anything to avoid this situation right now. But he didn't hate the way Yoongi looked at him, but oh god, was it embarrassing. He didn't know if he was being sized up or checked out.

He wasn't sure which was a worse scenario.

Yoongi, on the other hand, was going a great job of playing off his embarrassment. Gay jokes don't always land right when the other isn't well—gay, but from this initial meeting, and what Taehyung told him already, Jungkook seemed like a good guy. The fact that he was gorgeous only helped with that initial impression.

He had the most adorable brown doe eyes that Yoongi could see himself getting lost in, wanted to get lost in, maybe. But that wasn't a thought he could have. He didn't want a straight guy horror story of his own, having heard enough from his friends.

They could be friends, though, that would be a good thing—maybe he wouldn't mind learning how to play overwatch.

"Is overwatch the only game you have?" Yoongi asked as he took his shoes off.

It was comical the way Jungkook's ears perked up, and his hands flew to his side. "No, I have so many games!"

Yoongi's lips pressed into a thin line to hide a smile, but it quickly broke through.

Jimin and Taehyung shared a look and then looked back to Yoongi and Jungkook, who were standing in front of them, smiling at each other. Taehyung's head tilted to the side as Jungkook was practically bouncing up and down in front of them.

Almost as if realizing, Jungkook stood up straight and calmed down. "I—yes. I have lots of games. I can show you if you want?"

Yoongi nodded. "I'd like that."

Taehyung and Jimin were dumbfounded. They could barely take their eyes off Jungkook and Yoongi, unsure of what to make of.... whatever was happening between them.

The couple were sitting on an armchair, Jimin laying in Taehyung's lap. By his standards, they were flirting, hard, but Taehyung insisted that it could just be friendly. Jimin's almost fell from the chair when he said that.

"Look at them!" He hissed quietly, readjusting and trying not to draw too much attention to them.

The couple watched them click instantly, falling into a pleasant conversation, immediately leaving Jimin and Taehyung out of it. They didn't mean to, but Jimin just thought it was cute.

Yoongi and Jungkook were now sitting on the floor, only a few inches apart, engulfed in a heated game of Mario Kart.

The thing was, Jungkook is wicked competitive. Nothing would get in his way if it meant winning. The other thing was that Yoongi would decidedly not competitive, just wanting to have fun.

Jungkook was appalled, horrified that Yoongi was content with coming in last.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" The elder asked, narrowing his eyes.

"You came in twelfth!"

"So?"

"That doesn't bother you?!"

Taehyung snorted from the chair and Jimin smacked his arm. Jungkook shot a glare at them.

"Why would it bother me?" Yoongi asked in the sweetest voice Jungkook had ever heard. He wanted to melt, and be on the receiving end of that voice many, many times.

"I-I don't know..." He murmured, staring down at his lap. "I think I just like winning."

Yoongi snorted and scooted closer, bumping his shoulder into Jungkook's. "You don't say?"

Jungkook pouted and looked up; Yoongi resisted the urge to coo.

"Sorry," Jungkook murmured, glancing down again, the pout fading into a frown.

"Hey, it's okay, no worries. If I'm in twelfth, it means you definitely won't be."

There was that soft voice again and Jungkook practically melting into the floor, shoulders falling and head tilting to the side as he smiled at Yoongi, heart eyes on full display.

Jimin's eyes almost bulged out of his head, and he whipped around to stare at Taehyung. 'See?!' he mouthed. Taehyung chuckled.

Jungkook took a while to warm up to how touchy they were, let alone reciprocate it, so to see him pressed so close to Yoongi within thirty minutes of meeting is surprising.

The younger wasn't homophobic by any means, showing no signs, but the first time Taehyung introduced Jimin, he did the signature straight guy tense up, unsure of what to say. Luckily, they were all adults and good people and were able to talk about it and talk about their boundaries and such.

So, to see Yoongi come out, and then Jungkook looking like he wanted to crawl into his lap not much later caught them off guard.

"Oh, we are so setting them up," Jimin murmured and adjusted, so his head was lying against his boyfriend's chest.

Taehyung pinched his arm, earning a yelp from Jimin, and confused glances from Yoongi and Jungkook. The couple just smiled back, waving them off to their game again.

Taehyung spoke firmly but gently. "We are not meddling; this is something that could end very badly for one or both of them."

Jimin rolled his eyes, huffing a little. "I guess you're right."

Yoongi and Jungkook were at it again, engrossed in a game, but Yoongi wasn't in the last place for once. Jungkook seemed to be even more excited at this than when he came in first. Taehyung was a little speechless, but impressed, to say the least.

He made a mental note to make sure Yoongi and Jungkook hung out more.

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Ever since Jungkook woke up, he felt panic creeping up and working it’s way through his body. Everything was starting to pile up, work, school, and everything in between. To make matters worse, he already heard people in the living room.

Jungkook loved his new friends, he really did, but he wished he could escape sometimes, or they could be quieter. He didn't know how to nicely say that, either, because he didn't think they weren't at that level of friendship yet. He was still worried about doing or saying the wrong thing and losing all of them.

The panic didn't stop as he made breakfast and got ready for the day.

It’s a Sunday afternoon, and Jungkook had some projects and tests coming up, and he was trying to work on both simultaneously but failing miserably. It didn't help that the entire friend group decided to come over, and he was unable to escape. 

He squeezed himself on one end of the couch, nose buried in a book, glancing up worriedly every so often, hoping someone would get the hint.

He couldn't go in his room, them having dragged him out here once already. So, he was stuck, half studying and half worrying.

Jungkook was so deep in thought that he didn't notice the dip in the couch and someone softly calling his name. There was a poke at his side, startling him from his thoughts. He glanced over, smiling sheepishly as he saw Yoongi.

"Hi, sorry. Didn't hear you," he murmured and shifted so that he wasn't buried in a book anymore.

"You alright? Do you need any help?" Yoongi asked, voice providing Jungkook with a sense of comfort.

Since their initial meeting, Jungkook and Yoongi hung out a handful of times—but always with someone else.

Jungkook didn't mind because he hadn't had any one on one time with some of the others yet, but he would be lying if he said Yoongi wasn't at the top of his list of people he wanted to get to know better.

He didn't know what it was—what was drawing him to the elder but also making him keep his distance at the same time.

"Not unless you can finish my assignments for me," Jungkook let out a low chuckle as he rolled his neck and stretched.

"No, unfortunately, I can't do that," Yoongi glanced around, wincing as Seokjin laughed loudly. "But—uh, you look like you wanna escape as much as I do."

Jungkook's eyes widened, and he shook his head frantically. Yoongi's heart squeezed in his chest.

"No, no, not like that," Yoongi started, offering a reassuring smile. "I know you like us just... I was about to head out to the studio to work on some projects of my own, and I know it'll be a lot quieter there." He tore his gaze from Jungkook's to stare at his lap, slightly nervous.

Yoongi didn't know why he was nervous. There wasn't anything to the words, no hidden meaning behind them, just trying to be nice and offer a quiet space.

Except he wanted to ask Jungkook to do something ever since they first met. But he didn't know how to go about it, not wanting to present it a certain way and make him uncomfortable.

But for the only straight person in their friend group, Jungkook did surprisingly well. He fit right in and it which made for an interesting dynamic.

Jungkook let out a long breath and deflated a bit, and nodded eagerly. "Yes, god, please." Yoongi grinned.

They left shortly after that, the group only shooting Yoongi a raised brow when Jungkook was out the door. He waved them off and followed behind him.

The studio wasn't far, shockingly, within walking distance, but Yoongi made sure to complain about how far it was from his apartment. Jungkook laughed, offering the couch if he never needed it.

Yoongi blushed at that but kept it in the back of his mind.

They walked the rest of the way in a quiet but slightly awkward silence. But they got to the studio soon enough.

Jungkook was fascinated, the place locked with a keypad and a little sign that said 'genius lab'.

"Genius lab, huh?" He teased.

Yoongi's nose wrinkled, and he narrowed his eyes. "Shut up," he murmured and punched the numbers in the keypad. "If you're nice, I’ll think about giving you the code so you can come in another time."

Jungkook's lips parted a little to retort something, but he quickly shut it, unable to do anything other than nod his head, a small smile playing at his lips. "That would be nice."

"I share it with a few other comp students, and the only rule we have is not to make a mess, but I think we're covered there."

Jungkook nodded in response, clutching his bag to his chest as he glanced around the room.

"You can come in more, Kook. You're not gonna break anything."

Jungkook flushed, staring at the ground in embarrassment. "Sorry."

Yoongi's forehead wrinkled, and he tilted his head to the side. "It's okay, but you don't have anything to apologize for. You can sit down and work on the couch if you want. I'll be at the equipment."

Jungkook nodded again and made his way to the couch, setting up shop quickly. Yoongi did the same at his desk.

The elder was right—it’s much quieter at the studio. Jungkook was able to work on his projects efficiently, and he was endlessly thankful. He finished one project and got mostly done with another within a few hours. It took a weight off his shoulders. He felt like he could breathe for the first time today.

Yoongi was at the keyboard piano now, and Jungkook watched from the couch, mesmerized by the way his fingers moved across the keys.

He had nice hands, Jungkook could admit. He found himself having thoughts like that the more he was around Yoongi but did his best to ignore them.

"Do you play?" Yoongi asked, startling Jungkook out of his thoughts. He shook his head. Yoongi patted the spot on the bench next to him, "Come here."

Jungkook's body moved before his brain could catch up, and the next thing he knew, he was sitting next to Yoongi, their shoulders pressed together.

"You like to sit close, huh?" Jungkook's eyes widened, and he moved away. Yoongi smiled and snaked an arm around his waist, pulling him back. "I didn't say I didn't like it."

The younger couldn't do anything else but stare back with wide eyes. The next word's out of his mouth made Jungkook deflate, "I don't make you uncomfortable, right?"

He immediately protested, shaking his head. "Hyung, not at all. I-I would say the opposite, actually. I feel the most comfortable with you." Jungkook averted his gaze, staring down at Yoongi's fingers on the keyboard. They looked even better up close. "I think I'm still just trying to be comfortable in my own skin."

Yoongi smiled softly. "I get that. I definitely didn't know anything about myself when I was your age."

Jungkook couldn't help but snort out a laugh. "When you were my age?" he mocked with a raised eyebrow. "Don't go all 'back in my day' on me, hyung."

Yoongi laughed too and bumped their shoulders together. "I'll have you know—"

Jungkook brought a hand up to silence him before he could even finish the thought and Yoongi lost himself in laughter.

Being around Jungkook is so easy. He fit right into the group, right into Yoongi’s life, right into his heart—a fact he’s still ignoring. But it was hard to when they sat so close, teasing each other like this.

"Do you want to learn something?" Yoongi asked, pulling himself out of his thoughts. The grin that broke out on Jungkook's face is beautiful, and he returned a smile.

"God, yes, films are as artsy as my parents would let me get," he spoke with a chuckle.

It was meant to be a joke, but Yoongi could feel the seriousness behind it. He made a mental note to bring that up another day

He reached down, and his hands hovered over the younger's. "May I?" He asked. Jungkook nodded. Yoongi took his hands and placed them on the keys, his hovering above them.

Yoongi walked them through a song, explaining what he was doing the whole way. Jungkook listened intently, absorbing all the information like a sponge.

Yoongi admired that most about Jungkook—he was eager to learn and good at anything he put his mind to, on top of that.

"You're great, Jungkookie."

He couldn't help but flush at the compliment, his face scrunching up. "I'm awful."

Yoongi made a dismissive noise and sat back and encouraged him to continue. After a few run-throughs, he was able to play a few notes on his own. He wasn't bad, but not good either. Yoongi's heart ran wild in his chest at the smile, Jungkook threw his way.

"You're a natural."

Jungkook grew shy, removing his hands from the keys and clasping them in his lap. "No, definitely not."

Yoongi grinned. "You are! I can teach you more if you want—if you're interested, if you're free."

Jungkook beamed and nodded his head excitedly. "I'd love that, but I don't know how I'm going to learn if it's just you lying to me."

Yoongi flushed now, mouth pressing into a thin line to conceal a shy smile. "I'm not lying! You're really good."

After that, the pair started to bicker, Yoongi insisting that Jungkook is good even though he is not, and Jungkook just giggling at his hyung getting embarrassed. 

Yoongi gave in, "Fine fine!" he waved his hands around. "I'm definitely giving you the code for those lessons, if you want."

Jungkook beamed and nodded. “Though, I don’t know how we’re going to get any lessons done if you won’t scold me.”

Yoongi smacked his arm, and Jungkook dissolved into a fit of giggles, hiding his head in Yoongi’s shoulder.

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Jungkook finally made some friends outside of his roommate's friend group. It made him feel better because there is a constant nagging at him that they only talked to him because of Taehyung. He could address that with them, maybe, but making other friends helped settle the nagging.

It’s some guys from various classes, and they would grab food and go to the gym together sometimes. It wasn't bad, nice to have more friends.

He did have a different nagging feeling when they were together, something telling him to act a certain way, but he ignored that, even if Taehyung and his friends always made sure that he was comfortable, but these friends' kind of just spoke over him and made some jokes at his expense.

But he had friends, a lot of them at this point, and it was okay.

Jungkook sat at the table with the new friend group, picking at the random salad he grabbed for lunch, not paying much attention to the conversation. He found himself doing that a lot with them.

"Hey, Jungkook," one of them called. He looked up. "Have you found your place here, yet?" A snicker ran through all the guys.

Jungkook's frowned. "What do you mean?"

The guy—who Jungkook honestly couldn't even remember his name—snickered. "You hang out with that queer group a lot."

The color drained from Jungkook's face. "I-I don't think you can say that, for one." He couldn't stop his voice from wavering. "And two, one of them is my roommate, and they're all great people. Who cares if they're not straight?" his voice was more confident this time, anger building up the more he spoke.

Jungkook didn't know all of their sexualities, but he knew all of this group's. Either way, he didn't care. He never cared about things like that. A person was a person, either good or bad, maybe in between, and that's what mattered

The guy raised an eyebrow. "Okay, if you say so. They're just weird."

Jungkook saw red. He stood up, chair scraping against the floor. "Yeah, and you're a fucking asshole." He stormed off without another word.

He stormed back to his apartment, thankful he only planned to study in the afternoon. He wasn't sure he would be able to make it through a class anyway. He couldn't remember ever being this mad.

Is this what they had to face on a daily basis?

That thought sent panic rising in Jungkook's chest, and he needed to take some deep breaths the closer he got to the apartment. He didn't know if he hoped someone was home or not.

Taehyung and Jimin were home, and it just sends anger rising again. He threw his bag down as soon as he stepped inside and continued to take off his shoes and jacket angrily.

"Woah there," Jimin called, sharing a worried look with Taehyung. "You good, Jungkookie?"

Jungkook huffed and threw his hands up. "No!"

Taehyung let out a small laugh and separated from Jimin, earning a little pout. He rolled his eyes and patted the space between them. Jungkook walked over and sat between them instantly, arms crossed over his chest. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Jungkook's scrunched his face in a glare, staring into the distance. "People are fucking assholes."

Jimin chuckled and wrapped an arm around Jungkook's shoulders. "Tell me something I don't know."

In the beginning, Jungkook used to shy away from physical affection, not used to it, especially with other guys, but now he welcomed it.

Growing up, he didn't realize that affection from friends—especially of the same gender—was something he liked, something he could enjoy. He remembered being touchy as a kid, but his dad squashed that quickly.

Jungkook let himself be held and laid his head against Jimin's shoulder.

"I-I thought I made some new friends."

Taehyung frowned and scooted closer, listening intently, hoping that was enough. "What happened?"

Jungkook sighed and tapped his fingers against his knee, a source of comfort. "They just… I don't even know if I should tell you guys. I don't want to upset you."

Jimin smiled a little and brought his hand up to play with the younger's hair. "You don't have to, but if you want to, it's okay. You'd be surprised the amount of shit we've heard over the years."

Jungkook's heart broke in his chest. They didn't deserve that.

"One of the—well, all of them were probably in on it, but I was asked if I was having a good time hanging out with the que—weird friend group." Jungkook closed his eyes, face heating up. "Sorry, I almost said the word he actually used."

Jimin and Taehyung weren't all that phased. That wasn't the worst thing they'd ever heard, but their hearts hurt from how Jungkook was affected. Jimin wondered if it went any deeper than just being upset for them but now wasn’t the time to ask.

"I seriously don't think I've ever been as close to punching someone as I was then."

Taehyung snorted, not able to imagine him ever hurting a fly. "Sorry," he murmured when he earned a wide-eyed look from Jungkook and a glare from Jimin.

"What he means is," Jimin started, patting Jungkook's head. "That you shouldn't get upset on our behalf, it's okay—"

Taehyung interrupted, "Or well, it's not okay, but you shouldn't fight someone on our behalf."

"I wasn't actually going to fight anyone," Jungkook grumbled and hid his head in Jimin's shoulder.

Jimin wrapped his other arm around Jungkook, pulling him into a full hug. "It's okay, little one. Like you said, they're assholes, but you have us—the very weird friend group that loves you very much."

Jungkook's heart swelled in his chest as he fought a smile.

That much was true, and Jungkook is glad to have found his place among the weird friend group.

The three of them sat on the couch like that, cuddled up, and Jungkook couldn't have been more thankful.

The only thing that would make him more thankful walked through the door about twenty minutes later, and Jungkook's anger fully dissipated.

Yoongi walked in, spotted the trio on the couch, and then turned back around. Jungkook called out for him, trying to worm out of the couple's grip.

"Should I go or?" Yoongi teased, turning back around to face them with a smirk.

"No!" Jungkook yelped, finally breaking free of the couple's grip. "I want hyung time."

Jimin and Taehyung protested at the same time from behind him, talking over each other to ask why they weren't enough?!

Jungkook rolled his eyes and walked forward to Yoongi. He smiled, grabbed his wrist, and then dragged him to his room.

Yoongi didn't protest—not that he even wanted to. He smiled the whole way, happily trailing behind. He had been over a few times since their day at the studio, and each time ended with them in Jungkook's room, away from everyone else.

Nobody minded, happy to let the two introverts hide together.

Yoongi took his usual place on Jungkook's bed, back against the wall and his bag nestled beside him. The only difference is Jungkook joined him this time, crawling on the bed and shoving himself into Yoongi's lap.

Jungkook surprised Yoongi every time they hung out, and this time is no exception.

He just hoped that the younger couldn't feel the way his pulse quickened at the contact. "Someone's clingy today," he murmured, unable to hide his smile and blush.

"Don't make it a thing," Jungkook whined, laying himself across his lap. "Bad morning, lots of feelings, but I don't want to talk about them. Just want hyung time."

Yoongi couldn't stop the laugh that bubbled up and quickly turned louder, shoulders shaking as he wrapped his arms around Jungkook.

"Hyung," he whined, pouting up at him.

"You're adorable, shhh. Let me have this."

Jungkook huffed but blushed at the comment and hid his face in Yoongi's neck.

For a while, they sat there, Jungkook in his arms, and Yoongi lazily tracing shapes in his back. They both relaxed in a way that neither of them had been able to in a while.

For Jungkook, he never thought he would feel so relaxed in another man's arms like this, let alone like it as much as he did.

That contributed to the 'lots of feelings' he didn't want to talk about because it would mean having to figure out what they meant. Those feelings started and ended with Yoongi. He didn't know how to place them—or what they meant. But in his arms like this, it was easy to enjoy the moment and not worry about anything else.

Yoongi just radiated calming energy and Jungkook welcomed it—loved it.

He couldn't stop his next thoughts from tumbling out of his mouth. "You know I appreciate you a lot, right?" he pulled back so that they were face to face.

Yoongi broke out into the softest smile, and Jungkook felt butterflies in his stomach.

"Of course, I do, bun. You're pretty clingy, so it would be hard not to notice." Jungkook frowned. "Not a bad thing, though. I love it."

Jungkook matched his smile, and Yoongi felt a new wave of fondness wash over him, and then slight panic as Jungkook scanned his face, eyes landing on his lips.

Yoongi froze, unsure of what to do. He thought about kissing Jungkook a few times, sure, but that was a distant fantasy.

Jungkook didn't know what overcame him, eyes fixated on Yoongi's lips. He wondered if they were soft like the girl's he kissed before, or if he would take the lead, or where he could put his hands or—

Taehyung burst in, just as Jungkook leaned in, effectively killing the moment. "We made food!" He didn't notice anything was wrong until Jungkook jumped back off the bed, and Yoongi recoiled into himself. "You guys can, um, do whatever, eat or don't eat, no worries!" Taehyung winced and turned on his heel, closing the door behind him.

Jungkook glanced between Yoongi and the door, panic rising in his chest. "S-sorry." He followed after Taehyung without another word, leaving a very confused Yoongi on his bed.

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Jungkook did the best thing he could think of and buried his feelings about the 'Yoongi incident,' as he titled it, and pretended he didn't try to kiss him before Taehyung came in.

He didn't know if it were good or bad that he burst in, kept him from doing something he'd regret.

But would he regret it?

Jungkook practically threw himself at him when he came over that day, and even more so when they went into his room. He never thought about kissing another boy before, let alone as much as he wanted to kiss Yoongi at that moment.

He didn't think about a lot of things until Yoongi came into his life.

So, burying his feelings it was. He didn't have time for a crisis, too much school and work to be done.

Jungkook didn't mean to start ignoring Yoongi, or the rest of them—it just happened. He had some other friends, who weren't total assholes, so he began to pull away. There were some girls within this group, too, making it easier to ignore the ongoing crisis.

So, when one of the girls asked him out, who was he to say no?

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Yoongi didn't know what was wrong with him.

He didn't want to fall for a straight guy—wasn't falling for a straight guy.

Except Jungkook is one of the few things that occupied his mind these days. It went sleep, school, music, Jungkook, repeat.

But after the incident at the younger's apartment, he practically dropped off the face of the earth, only serving to confuse Yoongi more. He didn't expect anything more, but they were still friends, after all. He didn't expect Jungkook to start ignoring him.

He was probably busy, Yoongi rationed. He knew the younger worked on top of school, so maybe that was it. But couldn't he tell him that? Couldn't Jungkook respond to his texts and at least say he was too busy to see him?

Yoongi concluded that he made the last few months up and was definitely not falling for a straight guy and definitely didn't want to kiss him as he leaned in a few weeks ago. They were only friends, and that was that.

It was weird to be at Taehyung and Jungkook's apartment without him now, to not be in his room, instead hanging out with Jimin, Taehyung, and Hoseok in the living room.

He asked the couple where he was, but neither knew. Yoongi sighed at that. He tried not to let it show, but everyone in the group knew him better than that. But they never asked anything directly, and he was thankful.

Yoongi isn't quite the same when they all hung out without Jungkook now—which was a lot lately—but he insisted he was fine.

He is fine. He had to be. He couldn't fully admit to himself how much he missed Jungkook because then he would have to admit why he missed him so much.

"Not this movie again," Hoseok grumbled next to Yoongi, letting out a loud groan. "Literally anything but a cheesy rom com."

Taehyung rolled his eyes. "Shut up, you'll be asleep in like ten minutes anyway."

Hoseok groaned again and leaned over and laid his head on Yoongi's shoulder. Yoongi just laughed and shook his head, letting him lay there.

The movie started, and Yoongi didn't even know what it was, just glad to be with his friends for now.

He started to doze off around the same time as Hoseok when the door swung open, laughter filling the room.

Yoongi and Hoseok shot up, glancing around the room worriedly. They shared a laugh when they looked at the door to see Jungkook, but Yoongi's cut off when he saw him walking in, hand in hand with a girl.

He would be lying if he said it didn't hit him directly in the heart.

Jungkook and Yoongi shared a look, and Yoongi looked away first, training his eyes on his lap. He took a deep breath and didn't look up.

"Oh, uh, hi guys," Jungkook spoke awkwardly. "This is Yena." One by one, each offered a little wave, and then Yoongi looked up with a small smile and did the same. "We'll um, be in my room."

Yena giggled as Jungkook led them off to his room. They all saw the way Yoongi's face fell. He stared at the ground, bouncing his leg anxiously.  

While Jungkook didn't technically do anything wrong, Yoongi's heart still ached. The younger didn't seem to care, either—or did an excellent job of hiding it if he did.

A silence fell over the room as Jungkook's door shutting echoed through the apartment.

Yoongi's eyes widened in realization.

That was a date, no doubt, and he brought her back to his place. It didn't take a genius to put two and two together.

Yoongi stood up, a panicking feeling spreading through his chest. "I gotta-" He took a deep breath, and Hoseok shot a sympathetic look up at him. "I gotta go."

"Do you want to be alone?" Hoseok asked gently.

Yoongi nodded and walked out the door with another word.

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Yoongi couldn't sleep, a culmination of anxiety over different issues finally piling up. The last time he checked, it was around 1:30 a.m.

It isn't exactly out of the norm, but significantly more annoying with all the things he had to do. Something gnawed at him, but he couldn't figure out what. The anxiety became overwhelming, and he couldn't lay in bed. So, going to the studio seemed like a good idea as any.

So, Yoongi found himself outside the studio, punched the numbers into the keypad, and swung the door open.

Yoongi felt his heart stop as he spotted Jungkook on the couch and jumped back. "Fucking Christ!" He brought a hand up to his chest, taking a few deep breaths.

Jungkook couldn't help but laugh a little at the dramatic reaction, but then guilt instantly overcame him, and he looked away, down at his lap with a frown.

"You scared the shit out of me," Yoongi murmured and closed the door behind him.

Yoongi frowned at the sight of Jungkook, his heart tugging in his chest. Something was very wrong with the situation in front of him. It felt like a switch flipped inside him as he realized, wanting to get to the bottom of it.

An awkward silence fell over them, Yoongi hovering by the door, and Jungkook staying on the couch.

Jungkook broke the silence first. "I'm sorry, I didn't know where to go, and I didn't know where you lived." His voice was small, shaky, words slurred a little, with his arms wrapped around himself

"You could have called me," Yoongi offered, voice soft and gentle as he stepped forward.

Jungkook shrugged and shrunk into himself. He didn't deserve this—that soft voice from his hyung after the way he treated him.

Yoongi continued and sat on the couch next to Jungkook, and it took him five seconds before he crawled into Yoongi's lap, caution thrown out the window.

He let out a soft chuckle and wrapped his arms around the younger, welcoming it. He adjusted and moved to lay against the armrest, Jungkook between his legs and head against his chest.

"What's up, bun? You reek of soju," his nose wrinkled at the observation. The younger isn't hammered but wasn't sober either. Yoongi brought his hand up to gently pet Jungkook's hair as the younger let out a little whine.

"I don't know," he murmurs, twisting Yoongi's shirt in his hands. "Everything is so confusing. I feel so alone."

Yoongi sucked in a sharp breath, the statement hitting him directly in the heart. He squeezed the younger closer against him. "Jungkookie, you’re not alone. You have all of us."

Jungkook scoffed, his brows furrowing. "I'm just Tae's weird roommate. None of you guys would talk to me if it wasn't for that. I’m Tae's weird roommate who's also an asshole and has been ignoring you guys on top of that."

Yoongi couldn't decide if he was offended or heartbroken that Jungkook felt that way. He tried his best to include him, and so did the others, even if he’s currently ignoring them, they all still reached out and invited him to things. The semester started a few months ago, but Yoongi found himself caring immensely for the younger boy in his arms, silent treatment or not.

He moved his arms to Jungkook's shoulders and pushed him back so that they were face to face. "That is not true," he said sternly. Jungkook stared back with those big doe eyes he loved so much. "You are Tae's weird roommate, but that's why we like you. I mean, that's why I like you, anyway. Sure, you've gotten distant, but we're waiting for you, still trying to make sure you knew you are loved."

Yoongi meant every word he said, despite hurt having clawed at him for days after seeing the younger bring home a girl.

Jungkook came to the studio to have his little pity party and get over it in the morning, but Yoongi coming intensified that, and the alcohol clouding his judgment didn't help. All he heard was 'that's why I like you,' and immediately started blushing, his pulse quickening. Yoongi didn't—couldn't—mean it that way, of course, but he hated how it affected him.

It kept repeating in his head, and it was all Jungkook could focus on.

Before he could even register what his body was doing, he leaned forward, lips parted.

Yoongi realized instantly what is happening and ducked out of the way. Jungkook landed against his shoulder with a huff, hiding a pout.

"Jungkook!" He yelped, eyes wide.

Although he didn't mean the statement the way the younger took it, he did like Jungkook. That much was evident after seeing him on a date, how deeply it affected him.

"You—you're drunk," He spoke firmly, hands falling to his sides as Jungkook laid against him. "And, uh, straight."

Jungkook groaned and pushed himself off his chest. He—he looked angry?

Yoongi's head was spinning, a billion different thoughts running wild as Jungkook moved to sit up, straddling him now. 

"I think I'm going to hit the next person that says that." His anger faded into sadness, his bottom lip jutting out and arms crossing over his chest.

"Are you—you're not straight?"

"I don't know!"

Yoongi flinched as Jungkook raised his voice.

He realized what he did instantly and regretted the outburst. His eyes welled up with tears and he shook his head frantically. "I-I'm so s-sorry, hyung. I didn't mean to yell. I-I'm sorry."

The tears started to fall as Jungkook kept repeating apologies. He hid his face in his hands; guilt overtaking him.

Yoongi leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Jungkook, holding him tight against him. It was all Jungkook needed for the dam to break and a sob to wrack through his body. All the worries and guilty from the past few weeks flooding out.

Yoongi felt his throat tighten as he whispered sweet things, running a hand along the younger’s back soothingly. "It's okay, Jungkookie. It's okay, I promise. I'm here. Hyung's got you."

Jungkook snorted at that and pulled back. "That's the problem," he grumbled and pushed himself back, hands angrily coming up to wipe at his eyes.

Yoongi stayed quiet and reached up and took Jungkook's hands in his bringing them down. He held one but brought his other hand up to cup his cheek, gently thumbing away tears that fell. "That's the problem?"

Jungkook nodded weakly and leaned into Yoongi's touch. Since the beginning, he’s always been gentle, in a way that Jungkook didn't expect—or know how to get used to.

He’d come to realize that he’s an emotional person. He spent a lot of his life trying to hide it, trying to fit in, do what his dad told him, what he thought he was expected.

But to cry and be held by Yoongi and openly feel like this, he was endlessly thankful for.

"I’m so confused,” Jungkook confessed, eyes falling shut. “I went on that date, thinking it would be fun and good, b-but it wasn’t,” Yoongi moved his hand to card through the younger’s hair, gentle as ever. “All I could fucking thing about was you, and it scared me,” Yoongi froze, hand falling. “I’m sorry,” he murmured.

Yoongi’s brain took a second to process that statement. It made any anger his still had fade away. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for, bun.”

Jungkook sucked in a breath at the nickname. He loved it but he didn’t think he would ever admit that. “I have a lot to be sorry for.”

“We can talk about it more if you—“ Jungkook’s eyes flew open, and he shook his head. “Okay, it’s okay,” he cooed as he moved his hand to run through Jungkook’s hair again. “What was your plan, though? Were you gonna sleep here or?”

Yoongi’s voice washed over him, providing a sense of comfort that he was still getting used to. “I don’t know.”

Yoongi huffed out a laugh and nodded. “Well, what do you want to do? I could walk you home—“ Jungkook let out a noise of frustration and dove forward and buried his face in Yoongi’s neck.

“Don’t wanna go home,” he murmured and nuzzled his nose along Yoongi’s neck.

“Kookie, honey, I need you to talk to me.”

Jungkook sighed against his neck, causing Yoongi to shiver.

“I love hyung’s so much, but I-I don’t-” he sighed again. “I don’t want to deal with them.”

Yoongi chuckled a bit, understanding. “I get it, don’t worry.” He wracked his brain to try and think of a solution. “Do you—do you want to stay the night at mine?”

Jungkook pulled back slowly and held Yoongi’s gaze. “Are you okay with that?” His voice was shaky, worried.

“Of course, I’m okay with that. I’m not sure you should be alone, anyway.”

Jungkook couldn’t help the blush that bloomed across his face, all the way to the tips of his ears, just the way Yoongi adored.

“Okay,” he replied quietly but stayed in the elder’s lap.

Yoongi leaned forward and pulled him into another tight hug. “You know that I’m here for you if you want to talk, right?” Jungkook nodded against his neck. “Good. So now, if you want to head back, I’ll need you to get off me.”

Jungkook nodded again and peeled himself from Yoongi, but still stayed on the couch with his hands in his lap. “I’m not sure I can get up without falling.”

Yoongi snorted but stood up and offered a hand. Jungkook took it without a second thought and let himself be pulled up. He was right, everything is a little fuzzy and he felt dizzy and he had to reach out to Yoongi to steady himself.

“You had more soju than I thought.” Jungkook narrowed his eyes but leaned into Yoongi as his arm wrapped around his waist. “Like I said, hyung’s got you.”

Jungkook let out a sigh but let himself be directed out of the studio. They made their way to Yoongi’s car—thankful that Jungkook moved easily, allowing himself to be guided, and plopped down in the passenger seat.

When he shut the door, Yoongi closed his eyes for a minute and leaned against it. He tried to keep his head from spinning, swimming with thoughts of Jungkook trying to kiss him—now twice—confessing he doesn’t know if he’s straight and breaking down within a span of ten minutes. He couldn’t wrap his head around it.

He took a breath and made his way to the driver’s seat. He glanced over and saw Jungkook curled up, eyes closed, and his heart skipped a beat. He reached over and brushed some hair out of his eyes, causing Jungkook to stir, to murmur something.

Yoongi smiled, realizing how truly fucked he was, how enamored he is by the younger.

It was a short car ride to Yoongi’s apartment, with no traffic, and he is thankful, but in that time, Jungkook managed to doze off. It made his heart ache at how cute he looked. “Jungkookie,” he called softly and shook him. Jungkook stirred and swatted his hand away.

Yoongi chuckled as he got out of the car and made his way to the other side. He opened the door and reached over to unbuckle his seatbelt. Jungkook’s eyes fluttered open as soon as he did, and Yoongi’s breath left him. Jungkook looked up at him through sleepy eyes.

“Hyung,” He whined.

Yoongi chuckled softly. “I need you to help me out here, little one,” Jungkook whined again but reached up and wrapped his arms around Yoongi’s neck. Yoongi couldn’t help but smile as he tried help him out of the car. “You gotta open your eyes, bun, help me out.”

Jungkook did as asked, and opened his eyes, and let Yoongi guide him inside.

They made their way to his bedroom, stumbling a few times, but Yoongi held the younger tight against him. He let out a sigh of relief when they made it to the bed and gently helped Jungkook to the bed.

“You can, uh, sleep here. I can take the couch. I’ll grab you some clothes.” Yoongi turned to his dresser, but Jungkook let out a small whimper and grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer and burying his head in his stomach.

“Don’t go.”

Jungkook spoke in the saddest, smallest voice that Yoongi had ever heard. He brought a hand to the younger’s hair and gently stroked it. “Jungkookie, I’m not going anywhere, I promise,” his voice only wavered a bit.

Jungkook looked up with those wide doe eyes, and Yoongi frowned. They were swimming with unshed tears, again, and Yoongi thumbed a few away that started to fall.

“I’ll be here with you as long as you need me,” Jungkook nodded, eyes closing as he leaned his forehead against Yoongi’s stomach. “I do think you need some clothes to sleep in, though,” Jungkook huffed but pulled back.

Yoongi patted his head and then grabbed some clothes from the dresser, a pair for each of them. “These are the bigger ones that I own. I think they’ll fit.” Jungkook smiled softly and took the clothes, muttering a soft thank you. “I’m hoping you can get them on yourself. I’m going to change in the bathroom.”

Jungkook nodded as Yoongi went off to change. He took his time, needing a minute to take a breath. He wanted to help Jungkook, but he couldn’t make him talk and didn’t even know how to.

A few days ago, he was angry at how Jungkook ignored him, but that all melted away as soon as he laid eyes on him, seeing the sadness that radiated from him.

Yoongi didn’t hear anything from outside, so he took that as a good sign that the younger was capable. He took another breath and walked out, his heart fluttering in his chest at the sight of Jungkook in his clothes. They were snug on him, but they fit. He liked the sight much more than he wanted to admit.

“Hi,” Jungkook spoke, voice quiet. “They fit.”

Yoongi nodded. “I see.” He walked forward and sat on the edge of the bed. Jungkook crawled over instantly. “So, you’re okay with sleeping in the same bed?”

Jungkook replied by crawling across the bed and laying down and making grabby hands at him. Yoongi stared, almost in disbelief. He had to remind himself that Jungkook isn’t sober, would probably regret this in the morning. But for now, he could enjoy it.

“Big or little spoon?” He asked as he laid next to Jungkook. He pretended to think about it before shoving himself into Yoongi’s arms. “Alright, little one. Sleep well. I'm here if you need me.”

Jungkook wanted to cry again. Yoongi is so sweet and gentle, and he didn’t deserve it. It only served to reaffirm everything he’s been confused—or really, wish he’d been confused—about. Yoongi had been in full hyung mode since he spotted him on the couch, and it only confirmed everything Jungkook felt.

He liked him. He liked Yoongi so much. And he treated him terribly to show for it.

“I’m sorry for trying to kiss you twice,” Jungkook blurted, alcohol clouding his senses. “And ignoring you after the first one,” his voice trailed off, wincing as it left his lips.

Yoongi sucked in a breath, unsure of what to say. “Thank you. I accept your apology.” It was his turn to wince. “Just don’t—don’t do it again, please? Ignore me, I mean.”

That request went straight to Jungkook’s heart, and before he could overthink it, he felt Yoongi’s lips ghost over his forehead.

“We’re okay, but I think we have a lot to talk about in the morning.”

Jungkook nodded weakly and got comfortable in Yoongi’s arms, and slowly drifted off to sleep, with Yoongi following shortly after.

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The morning came soon enough, and Jungkook woke up alone, in a cold, empty bed. He sat up, looking around the room, eyes widening in realization when the memories of the night before came flooding back. He let out a groan and flopped back down, the heels of his hands rubbing at his eyes.

He didn’t mean for his drunken breakdown to be in front of Yoongi, but that’s how it happened. He let out another groan at the memory.

He stared at the ceiling, not knowing where to go from here. Once he walked out, there would be no going back. He would have to face his feelings head-on.

But god, he wanted to—a small part of him did, anyway.

He missed Yoongi, his hyung, all of his hyung’s, really, but specifically Yoongi. His hyung that was always so sweet and gentle with him, so attentive, invited him out, always checked on him, offered to help with his work, the hyung that Jungkook was falling for but was still too scared to admit.

Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut, taking a deep breath. He needed to go out there. Yoongi had been through enough. He needed to make this right.

So, he threw the covers off and made his way to the kitchen. Silently thanking whatever gods there were that he wasn’t hungover.

He found Yoongi, beautiful as ever, hunched over the stove, making breakfast.

Jungkook walked up and wrapped his arms around him in a back hug, resting his head against his shoulder.

“Oh, hi,” Yoongi murmured, flushing and leaning back into him.

Jungkook hummed, sighing. “Smells good.” Yoongi bit back a smile and nodded his head in a thank you. “So, we have a lot to talk about.”

Yoongi turned around as his smile faded into a small frown, brows furrowing to match. “You—you remember last night?”

Jungkook didn’t move back; he just let his hands fall to the elder’s waist. “Embarrassingly enough, yes.”

Yoongi exhaled and nodded. It felt like a weight was lifted from him but replaced by a new one. He didn't know where to start.

Luckily, Jungkook prepared to pick up the slack.

"I stand by what I said. I'm sorry for everything. You deserve way better than the way I've treated you."

With that, Yoongi deflated and leaned forward and buried his head in the younger's shoulder, arms wrapping around him. "I didn't really let myself be mad at you," he murmured. "So, for you to apologize makes it—makes it real."

Jungkook exhaled a shaky breath as he wrapped his arms around Yoongi, eyes fluttering shut as he held him close. "I'm sorry."

Yoongi pulled back, and they locked gazes, the corners of his mouth turning up into a smile. He reached up and cupped Jungkook's cheek. "I know you are, and I accept it just—" his thumb gently stroked the younger's cheek. "I realize that you're going through something. You should—I need you to talk to me about it," his voice broke a little towards the end, and he tore his gaze away.

Like always, Jungkook spoke before his brain could catch up, "I think I'm not straight because of you!"

Yoongi's hand fell from his face, and he looked up, his mouth gaped open. "What," he spoke flatly.

"I-I think I'm not straight because of you," Jungkook's voice wavered, and he worried his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes blown wide.

Yoongi's mouth fell open again, then it closed, and he repeated that a few times, at a loss for words. "Okay, I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting you to say that."

"It's okay, d-don't worry. Take your time," Jungkook squeaked as he balled Yoongi's shirt up in his hands.

Yoongi simply stared at him, shell shocked. "You're serious?" Jungkook gave him a deadpan look. "Right—sorry."

This is not how he thought the morning would go. He thought he would have to coax it out of Jungkook, bother him until he told him whatever was wrong, and even then, he didn’t think it would be because he gave Jungkook a sexuality crisis. That was the last thing he expected the younger to blurt out

"So, you like me?"

Jungkook nodded his head. "Think so." Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "Look, this is new and—and I freaked."

Yoongi instantly snapped out of it, every inch of him softening in understanding. He understood, having been there a few times himself. Now it was time for him to coax the younger and help him.

He squirmed out of Jungkook's grip and moved the pan off the stove, leaving the food for later. Jungkook made a noise of protest. "Later," he insisted. Jungkook nodded, flushing. "Do you want to go sit on the couch? Or lay back down in bed?"

"Bed, please," Jungkook murmured sheepishly.

Yoongi gave him a reassuring smile before grabbing his hand and leading him back to the bedroom. He climbed onto the bed, pulling Jungkook with him and into his arms. He sat against the headboard, with the younger between his legs. "How do you want to do this?" Jungkook shrugged. Yoongi started to thread his fingers through his hair, scratching along his scalp, hoping it would help him relax. "Do you want to start talking or do you want me to ask questions or—"

Jungkook cut him off. "I-I know that liking guys isn’t a bad thing, but me trying to kiss you twice and then ignoring you and then freaking out about it makes it seem like I think it’s a bad thing, but I know it’s not. I-I’m not homophobic. I don’t understand why I feel this way," he babbled, screwing his eyes shut and burying his head in Yoongi's chest.

"Oh, Jungkookie," Yoongi whispered.

His heart cracked right down the middle in his chest and he wrapped his arms tighter around the younger. If anyone knew what he was feeling, it was him. He'd been through his share of identity crises.

"Baby," Yoongi murmured, his hand coming up to pet Jungkook's hair again. "It doesn't make you homophobic to be freaking out about liking a guy for the first time in your life."

Jungkook pulled back, bottom lip trembling. "N-no?"

Yoongi smiled and. Jungkook's worries faded away almost instantly. It was a gentle, kind smile, no judgment behind it.

"Not at all. I'm not here to judge you if that wasn't obvious—nor would anyone else judge you for having a freak out over your identity changing."

The younger huffed and squeezed his eyes shut again to keep his eyes from watering.

When he was by himself, his sexuality felt overwhelming to think about, panic creeping up instantly when he would think about anything related to Yoongi—but in his hyung's arms, all that panic melted away.

Jungkook flinched as he felt Yoongi's lips on his cheek, just under his eye, where tears had started to fall. "It's okay," he shivered as Yoongi moved to his other cheek and then leaned their foreheads together. He couldn't focus on anything except trying to steady his breathing.

It didn’t work as Yoongi pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, instantly taking his breath away.

"Is this okay?" Yoongi asked, voice a whisper.

Jungkook nodded slowly, exhaling a shaky breath. “Please,” he breathed. “Kiss me.”

Yoongi didn't hesitate and slotted their lips together.

Jungkook's heart pounded in his chest as he tried to savor the moment—tried to commit the way Yoongi’s lips moved against his memory.

They were softer than he imagined, the kiss overall better than he imagined it would be to kiss a guy. Not any different from kissing a girl, actually—just that he knew he liked Yoongi more than any previous girls.

Jungkook melted against him, lips pliant and moving against Yoongi's, his hand coming up to the back of his neck, pulling him that much closer.

Yoongi pulled away as Jungkook's lips parted, and his tongue slid across his bottom lip, not wanting it to get any more heated than that. "Slow down, bun."

Jungkook leaned their foreheads together, breathing heavily as a blush tinted his face, all the way to the tips of his ears. "S-sorry."

"Good?"

Jungkook could only nod, leaning in again and stealing a chase kiss. Yoongi smiled into it and the younger's heart skipped a beat.

"I think I'm falling for you," Jungkook breathed, lips ghosting over Yoongi’s.

"Yeah, same," He whispered a slight tremble to his words.

Jungkook snorted a laugh at that, pulling back as it turned into full-blown laughter. Yoongi crossed his arms over his chest, pouting over at Jungkook, who laid back on the bed, still laughing, tears pricking at his eyes.

"You little brat!" Yoongi called, moving to sit next to him. He reached out and poked his side, only serving to make Jungkook laugh harder.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The younger giggled as he sat up and reached out to take Yoongi's hand in his. "You just—have such a way with words."

Yoongi huffed but stared down at their hands as Jungkook started to play with his fingers. He grew quiet as he began to think, his thoughts running in his head, worries overtaking him.

"What are you thinking?" Jungkook asked as he crawled over to lay his head on the elder's shoulder.

"Just—this," Yoongi whispered, raising their hands up. "You want this?"

Jungkook nodded without hesitation. "I-I've done a little research—what little I can do without getting overwhelmed," he let out a sigh. "I think I might be pansexual? I'm not sure." Yoongi smiled a bit at that, thinking of Jimin. "I think—I guess, I've always thought of myself as liking or wanting to date people, in my head, but before you, those people have always been girls, so I've never really had to consider being anything other than straight."

Yoongi's smile grew, and so did his grip on the younger's hand. "I'm so proud of you, Jungkookie. I know this was—is—really hard. But you put yourself out there, did some research and it—it was bad there for a little bit, but I'm so proud that you ended up here."

Jungkook immediately started whining, his face turning red again. "Hyung!"

Yoongi grinned and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "You're adorable."

Jungkook whined again and moved to hide his head in the other's shoulder. Yoongi chuckled and ran his hand along his back, but his laughter subsided when he realized there was more to this conversation.

The younger noticed the silence almost instantly and sat up, shooting a confused look at him.

"Sorry just—" Yoongi shook his head, looking everywhere except the younger in front of him. "There's something else I need to tell you, and I-I get if that changes things because I'm guessing you might not have heard of it. Maybe should've led with it."

Jungkook tilted his head quizzically, wracking his brain for any idea of what Yoongi could be talking about. "Hyung," he called softly. It didn't get his attention. So, he reached down and took Yoongi's chin between his thumb and index finger, tilting his head up. "I don't think there's anything that could change the way I feel about you."

Yoongi blurted it before he could overthink, "I'm asexual."

Jungkook stared at Yoongi with a blank expression, thumb moving in circles against his chin. The elder's forehead wrinkled as he scanned his face, trying to find any sign of emotion that would give Jungkook away.

Alright, so it was a good sign that the other didn't immediately recoil. Instead, just looked more confused. Maybe the initial guess was right.

"I'm gonna be honest. I don't know what that means."

Yoongi let out a relieved laugh. "I guess that might be better for me, then. Do you want me to explain?"

Jungkook nodded eagerly, almost resembling a puppy. He looked less confused now, willing to learn, to hear him out. He dropped his hand and squirmed forward into Yoongi's lap again. The elder couldn't help but chuckle as he took him in his arms.

"So, okay, well, let me start by saying it's different for every asexual person," Jungkook nodded, craning his next so that he could make sure Yoongi could tell he is listening. "But it's a sexuality, and an identity and the common denominator is that someone doesn’t experience sexual attraction, or they feel it differently."

Jungkook nodded again, taking in the words and thinking them over. He hadn't heard of or considered the sexuality—Yoongi's sexuality—before. He was certain he felt sexual attraction, so he didn’t need to.

“It took me a while to figure it out—a few identity crises of my own,” Yoongi chuckled nervously. “Hoseok helped me figure it out, actually. He’s asexual and aromantic, which I can have him explain to you later, if you want. I think if I dive into that now, your brain might explode.”

Jungkook opened his mouth but quickly closed it, debating his words carefully. Yoongi was right, today had already been a lot. "Does that mean you don't like sex?"

Yoongi's face scrunched up, and the color drained from Jungkook's—realizing that was the wrong question.

Yoongi softened when he saw the distress on the younger's face. He pressed a kiss to his forehead and Jungkook melted, the tension leaving him. "It's okay, baby, you can ask questions, I don't mind." Jungkook nodded warily. "But to answer that one, that's—well, yes and no, I guess. Sometimes, it’s fun and I don’t mind it. My body gets a physiological reaction to—uh, certain activities, and if I'm with the right person, I can enjoy it, but I still don't feel sexual attraction."

Jungkook reached down felt around to find Yoongi's hand, lacing their fingers together. He brushed his thumb over his knuckles, nodding slowly as he considered the words. "Okay, I think I understand.” Yoongi blinked. "But, another question. How—what would that mean for us?"

He couldn't believe he thought Jungkook would be anything other than supportive.

But he still shifted nervously underneath the younger. "Well, uh, as I said, I enjoy certain things. I really do enjoy kissing and making out, but it depends on the day whether I like it to go further than that or not. Sometimes, I like, um, pleasing my significant other if they're really into it, and sometimes I like the favor returned but, not as often as the other way around."

"Sometimes?" Jungkook repeated.

Yoongi nodded. "Yes, it's—yes. It changes."

Jungkook nodded, absorbing all the new information and filing it away for another day. "Okay, so, we’ll have to figure out some boundaries. It changes, like you said, so we’ll have to feel it out each time and it would be best to ask how you're feeling? Just to always ask? And we figure it out then?"

Jungkook continued to surprise Yoongi, taking his breath away. "Y-yes, that would be ideal."

The younger nodded a final time, sat up, looked face-to-face with Yoongi, and then leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Yoongi's mouth fell open at the way he so quickly accepted it.

"Why do you look so surprised?" Jungkook questioned.

"I really don't know. I didn't—I expected it to be harder than that."

Jungkook wrinkled his nose, then smiled. "Why would it be? You accepted all of me, even when I treated you bad, so why wouldn't I accept you for who you are? Something you can't control?"

Yoongi's hand came up to cover his mouth, tears pricking at his eyes. It was such a simple statement but meant so much to him. "T-thank you."

Jungkook's eyes widened when he realized what was happening, and he surged forward and threw his arms around Yoongi's neck, tackling him on his back to lay on the bed. "No, crying!" He insisted and started to pepper kisses all along Yoongi's face. He began to laugh and couldn't stop, and Jungkook quickly joined.

Yoongi let himself receive the affection for once, even stealing a few kisses from Jungkook's lips when he could.

Jungkook stopped abruptly, eyes widened and hand flying over his mouth. Yoongi matched him and shook his head. “Oh my god,” Jungkook whispered.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“I-I didn’t,” Jungkook took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair. He sat up, straddling the elder and looking down at him. “Hobi-hyung said you left right after I went into my room with that girl.” Yoongi’s face fell, remembering vividly. Jungkook sighed. “I didn’t really understand, but now I think I do,” He looked down, wringing his hands, feeling guilty. “I didn’t sleep with her. I need you to know that.”

Yoongi let out a relieved breath. “I’m not going to lie, it did hurt, but even if you did sleep with her, that would have been okay.”

Jungkook peeked up and melted under Yoongi’s gaze when he saw how he was looking at him—so gentle, full of love. “Maybe, but that was really shitty of me, and I’m sorry.”

Yoongi sat up and kissed his nose. The younger whined, a blush painting his cheeks, and he leaned forward and hid his face in the other’s shoulder. “I felt so bad!” He insisted. “Towards her, too! Like I said last night, I couldn’t stop thinking about you e-even at that point in my room, and then I was like ‘wow if I really do this, I’m a horrible human,’ so, I-I didn’t,” he babbled.

Yoongi couldn’t help but laugh, reassuringly rubbing Jungkook’s back as he rambled. “Baby, it’s okay, I promise. I can tell you feel bad and technically—“

“No! It’s not good when you have to say technically! That automatically makes it bad!” Jungkook moaned.

Yoongi laughed as Jungkook pulled back, pouting at him. He laughed again. “It’s okay, I promise.”

The younger’s pout intensified, and Yoongi just rolled his eyes and leaned forward and pressed their lips together.

They lost track of time after that, lazily stealing kisses and whispering sweet things to each other. This was all that Yoongi wished for since the first time they met.

"So, we're doing this, huh?" He whispered, capturing the younger's bottom lip between his own.

Jungkook broke out into a smile, "Yes, I think we are." He pressed his lips to Yoongi's again, in a deeper, slower kiss. “I want to,” he breathed against his lips.

"So," Yoongi started and pulled away, leaving Jungkook chasing his lips. "I think you're definitely gonna get those piano lessons now."

Jungkook burst out laughing, centimeters away from his lips. Yoongi stole a chaste kiss, and Jungkook laughed into his mouth, and he loved the taste.

Meanwhile, Jungkook finally really found his place, giddy and comfortable, as he laughed into Yoongi's lips.