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The first hit was mostly smoke, like Hoseok had “lit a fuckin’ twig or something,” and both of them ended up coughing. Yeah, both, even Hoseok, despite his valiant attempt at holding it in. They tried again with a new bud, Hoseok’s slender fingers pinching it and pressing it into the bowl.
He had held the pipe for Jungkook the first time, but this time he just finished his drag and handed it over wordlessly, his mouth full of thick smoke. Jungkook fumbled with the lighter, clicking it four times before Hoseok reached out and wrapped his hands around Jungkook’s and lighting it himself. His thumb dragged against Jungkook’s knuckle as he let go.
Jungkook held the pipe the way Hoseok had, only a bit distracted at the way his hyung was absently staring at him while smoke curled out of his nostrils. Jungkook burnt his thumb on the small flame, and cursed softly.
“Tilt it,” Hoseok said, twisting his hands to mime. Jungkook followed his direction, burning his thumb again but staying quiet about it, this time sucking in at the right moment so that the flame was pulled down into the bowl. The herb glowed like embers and Jungkook felt the heat scorching his lungs.
“Good, Jungkookie. Now hold it in.” Jungkook did as he was told as Hoseok took another hit before dumping the ash into the toilet. His eyes were watering. When he felt as though his lungs were about to burst, he let out the smoke. It puffed out in a pale cloud, not as impressive as the wispy curls that came softly from his hyung’s parted lips.
“That was good, Kookie, I’m proud of you,” he said. He reached out and ruffled Jungkook’s hair. Jungkook scowled.
“I want more,” he mumbled. Hoseok beamed.
“They grow up so fast.” He clapped a hand down on Jungkook’s knee fondly. “Wait ‘til Yoongi hyung hears about this.”
“You are not telling hyung,” Jungkook said forcefully. “You can’t.”
“Whatever,” Hoseok giggled. He pressed more weed into the pipe and handed it over. “Your turn, kid.”
Jungkook rolled his eyes. His thumb stung again when he gripped the pipe but he didn’t burn it this time. He sucked in as far as he could go and held it there, long after Hoseok had taken his hit, only exhaling just before his hyung did.
“Holy shit, Jungkookie,” Hoseok laughed, small puffs of smoke issuing from his mouth. “Singer’s lungs, I swear.”
“You’ve got dancer’s lungs, hyung,” Jungkook responded, immediately dissolving into a fit of giggles, because ‘lung’ and ‘hyung’ rhymed.
Hoseok just smiled.
A few drags later, Jungkook mentioned how the bathroom looked different. As if its dimensions were fucked, somehow. Like IMAX, but in real life.
“You know what you just said, right?” Hoseok snorted.
“What? What did I just say?”
“Think about it.”
“I… I actually can’t remember what I just said, hyung. What did I say?”
“You said that you’re seeing the world in 3D. Literally, that’s what you said. You’re so fucking stoned.”
Jungkook scoffed. “Okay, no, I’m not. I don’t feel stoned.”
Hoseok laughed. “Let’s take another hit.”
Jungkook nodded enthusiastically. “Wait, hyung, there’s something I want to try.” He waited for Hoseok to respond.
“Oh, oops, what did you say?” Hoseok belatedly replied.
“Have you ever tried shotgunning before, hyung?”
“Of course.” Hoseok leaned back against the wall, folding his arms as a pillow behind his head.
“Can we… can I do it?” Jungkook bit his lip. He felt a bit lightheaded. Maybe he was a bit high, after all.
“Be my guest.” Hoseok gestured to the pipe.
Jungkook filled his lungs to the brim with smoke, and crawled on his hands and knees to lean over Hoseok where he lay against the wall. He got in reeeal close, so that their noses were touching, and exhaled. Hoseok breathed in while Jungkook breathed out, and through his drooped eyes he could see smoke billowing out against his hyung’s face.
Hoseok’s eyes were closed, the lashes fanned out on his cheeks.
The eyes fluttered open. Jungkook blinked and leaned back.
“I didn’t get any of that,” Hoseok laughed. “You, um, you need to get closer.”
“What? Really? How close?”
“Like, uh,” Hoseok leaned forward and picked up the pipe. “You kind of have to. Touch my mouth? A bit?” He must have noticed how Jungkook bristled and turned away, because he quickly added, “like, I’m not trying to get you to fag out on me, it’s just—that’s what you said you wanted to do, and… I mean—“
“No, it’s okay, let’s try it again,” Jungkook said. His face felt warm, but then again, his hands were tingling and he didn’t know where his toes were. He decided he wasn’t blushing, just high.
Hoseok’s mouth closed with a click. Then he shrugged and said, “I’ll go first and pass it to you, alright?” Jungkook nodded.
He stayed where he was, hands curled into sweaty fists on his knees, as Hoseok lit the clove like a pro and pulled, his mouth puckering cutely around the pipe as he sucked in.
He put the pipe down and his eyes flicked expectantly to Jungkook, who was glued to the tiled floor. Hoseok lifted his hand and motioned Jungkook to come closer.
Jungkook leaned forward, and he felt his hyung’s hand come around the back of his neck, fingers threading through the hair at the base of his head. A slight pressure pushed him forward, and Jungkook felt his eyes flutter shut, as if it was a real fucking kiss.
Hoseok’s lips were soft against his, barely brushing, and Jungkook almost forgot to breathe in. After he had inhaled and exhaled, he realized that Hoseok was waiting for him to pull away.
But the feeling of his hyung’s hand on the back of his neck was so nice, and he was feeling very sleepy and content, so he just stayed there, his mouth closing slightly.
Even if he was surprised when Hoseok leaned in further and gave him a real fucking kiss, Jungkook’s nervous system was so entirely wasted that he wouldn’t have reacted anyway. Hoseok’s lips were still soft but now so much warmer, pulling and pressing at Jungkook’s in a way that was remarkably pleasant. Remarkably. Marked once, and then so good that it was marked again. Re-marked.
Jungkook should write that one down.
He opened his mouth to tell his hyung about his astonishing entomological discovery only to have a tongue enter it. Wow, okay, and Hoseok’s mouth was warmer still, it was like they were inside each other, holy shit.
Jungkook had never kissed anyone before. Which bears mentioning, because he had thought for a split second that this was the best kiss of his life, before realizing, duh, of course it was.
Hoseok’s hands were now pressed firmly on both sides of Jungkook’s head, and his mouth was attached to his like a lifeline, kissing and kissing and kissing again.
Remarkable.
Jungkook figured he should start actually partaking in the kiss, and he brought his hands up to grab the back of Hoseok’s shirt.
They suddenly broke apart, panting. Hoseok’s lips were really red. So were his eyes. Shit, did Jungkook’s eyes look like that?
Hoseok laughed and wiped his chin with the back of his hand.
“That part of shotgunning is, uh, not something I’m used to doing.”
“So it’s not common practice, then?”
“No, just fun.”
“Oh. Can we make out again?”
“Definitely.”
Making out on the bathroom floor while baked out of his mind was not something Jungkook would have considered himself doing, but shit it was nice. When they broke apart again, Hoseok looked like he had something to say, but he started giggling and admitted that he had forgotten what he was thinking. Jungkook giggled too.
That night was the best he ever slept. The weed helped, of course, but it was mostly Hoseok’s lips, pressed gently into the back of Jungkook’s neck, and his breath ghosting warm across his skin.