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"Come on Jungkook-ah. You are gonna get your ass fossilized by the way you have not moved from that couch for years playing that stupid game of yours." Jimin is fuming at his friend's state. Give it a minute or two he might actually turn red and literally fume smoke and dust.
"At least people will know Jeon Jungkook existed through my ass print. It's a win-win situation, I guess. I can play till I die, and leave a legacy," Jungkook scoffs with a smirk, continuing to destroy his switch without looking at Jimin.
"Of your ass print."
"Of my sexy, hot, fat ass print."
"Fucker, get your ass out here right now. We are gonna go for that damn trip and-" Jimin explodes at his friend's stubbornness. He has been asking Jungkook to come on this trip for almost 2 weeks now, and the younger doesn't seem to yield to the offers put forward.
“But why?” Jungkook now sighs, throwing his switch onto the couch he stares at Jimin with an eyebrow raised.
“It's called socializing, and your ass ain't getting any of it. Plus, it's JinMin’s anniversary, who else is gonna be there if not you?” Jimin asks as he crosses his hands over his chest trying his best to put a pitiful expression on his face, wishing the younger would fall for it.
“JinMin?”
“Jin and Jimin, JinMin, cute right?!” Jimin asks excitedly as his eyes make crescents. Jungkook would swear he saw pixie dust when the elder chuckled. But he settles with a fake gag, because, ew, gross, that was cute?!
“You are gonna drag me to the countryside to just third wheel you and Jin when I usually do it in the luxury of my apartment?” Jungkook asks as a matter of fact, and Jimin just nods.
“Fuck you,” Jungkook huffs and goes back into his gaming mode.
Jimin groans as he drags his palms over his face, regretting every single decision he has ever taken in life to end up with Jungkook as his best friend.
“Hey, it's not my fault that you fell on your ass the first time we met, and I had to drag you to get ’em stitched,” Jungkook says without sparing a look to Jimin.
“Did you just read my mind?”
“You are not that hard to read”
“My poor butt cheeks” Jimin pouts as he rubs his butt. “Then come! And I was just joking. You won't be third-wheeling me and Jin. Tae and Joon are also going to be there.”
“So fifth wheeling”
“It's like a getaway trip too, you know. You have not left this apartment in like ages. I just want you to get some sunlight, Vitamin D-”
“can just stand in the balcony-”
"-which is not from our balcony. Countryside sunlight is very different. Scientifically proven," Jimin nods and tsks as if the younger didn't know the golden facts of sunlight of the countryside.
Jungkook just blesses Jimin with the best resting bitch face for the "fact".
“Jeon Jungkook.”
“Park Jimin.”
“Please.”
“No.”
“Pleeeeeeeeeeaaaaassssssseeeeeeeee.”
“Noooooooooooooo.”
“Kookie? My dear, remember that drunken, half-naked, explicit confession video you took implying your crush on Jin during our first year at college?”
And there he was, Jeon Jungkook, sulking in the passenger seat as Jin drove while also his dramatic ass whined about how Jimin THREATENED him to come on this trip. If neither of them talk about what the ‘threat’ is, Seokjin won’t know. Won’t care.
“Can’t believe you managed to convince Kookie to come for the trip. How did you?” Jin says while chuckling, projecting his bread cheeks and sparkling eyes in disbelief.
Pecking his boyfriend’s cheek Jimin says, “I have a lot of tricks up my sleeves honey.”
Jungkook fake gags in the back, because ew cheesy! “Who is gonna be there again?” Jungkook asks, rolling his eyes and making it obvious.
“Well, other than us, TaeTae and Joon, hmmm... maybe Yoons too,” Jimin says as he scrolls through his phone and taps away tsking.
“Maybe?”
“Yeah, Tae, Joon, and Yoons got something going on. I didn’t wanna nag them for information”. Jimin answers, shrugging.
Jungkook hums and nods in understanding.
"Where exactly are we going again?"
“Lake 192, private lake house in Gwangdo, Chuncheon, reportedly awarded the Korean architecture award,” Jimin says in a deep and rough voice, in a weak attempt to impersonate a curator. 15 points for trying.
“Jin had to go wild for the booking. It’s a really beautiful place to chill. You’ll see.”
The matte black Hyundai Palisade parks near the lake resort as the sun sets, 2 hours and 17 minutes after Jungkook had to see the horror of Jimin going all lovey-dovey on Jin.
“Park Jimin please have some shame and be aware you are not alone. At least let Jin hyung drive without distractions, I don’t want to die young.”
The sun touching down on the lake created a picturesque scene as if a bucket of paint mixed in jade, blue, and a tinge of crimson was poured into the calm waters. The trio begins to unload their luggage with the scenery behind them pulsing in warmth.
As they grunt, push, and pull the carriers they notice another car driving towards them, definitely noticing a figure waving aggressively while steering the wheel to park the car, as if their life depended on it, half their body out through the window. Kim Taehyung was a man of wonders.
“Taehyung, I want you to be here in one piece. It would be sad just to have your torso attend the eve.” Namjoon nudges as he pulls the younger inside as the car comes to a stop.
“Thank god I was not being kidnapped.” Jungkook relaxes.
“If you had rejected my final plea, I would have been an axe murderer by now. Do your ‘thank god’ now.” Jimin places a creepy smile and moves to greet the others. “What’s the talk lovebirds?” Jimin chirps in a full smile as he helps the duo to unload their baggage too.
“Beware, we come with more emotional baggage today. His Highness Min Yoongi has finally decided to join us.” Namjoon warns with a light tone wiggling his eyebrows as he wheels his carrier. “Oh, and Hoseok is coming too,” Namjoon manages to say between grunts as he pushes his carrier.
“Hoseok?” Curious Koo is activated as he hears an unfamiliar name in the air, sipping on his banana milk, with big doe eyes.
“My friend from high school. He was Yoongi’s roommate too.” Namjoon shouts back the answer not sparing any look, tripping over a slab of tiles, but managing to survive.
The couples and the 5
th
wheeler walks into the majestic lake house, as described by Jimin, and the first thing Jungkook does is to drop the milk cup but definitely biting onto his straw, which is no longer as he gapes at the house, left, right, down, and up. A small voice is expressing its disgust at the patterns made by the milk but Jungkook pays no mind.
“Jin, I knew you were rich but DAMN...!!”
Jin flips his imaginary mullet in response to it.
“Nothing less for my dearest friends. Be free my dears. Explore, find the hidden secrets, truths, and treasures, behold the upcoming adventure. BE GAY, DO CRIMES!”
“okaaay...I am going to the pool,” Jungkook chuckles.
In no time Jungkook is shirtless, shoes nowhere to be seen. His pecs shining in the sweat that rolled down his skin due to the heat. Tightening his goggles he dives into the deep pool, attempting every stroke he had learned to impress that ONE guy in middle school (but all in vain, Kim Woo Bin doesn’t deserve Jeon Jungkook tbh, Kim Woo Bin can choke on Legos for all he cares)
“Jeon ass-print-legacy-creator Jungkook, Min Yoongi is here” Jungkook hears a cheery comment from the distance as he paddles his legs in the pool holding onto a slab.
“I am gonna make Jimin eat raw bitter gourd, '' Jungkook hisses as he lifts himself from the pool to greet Yoongi.
“Hello, Mr. Know It All. How was your trip?” he inquired as he dried himself with a towel and proceeded to pull on a loose t-shirt.
“It was good.” Yoongi blurts, “less traffic and the drive was smooth and I also came with my friend, Hoseok” he finishes avoiding Jungkook’s eyes because the elder knows what Jungkook was going to ask next.
“Stop avoiding my eyes,hyung. I am not gonna bite you. You know I want the best for you right?”
“Yeah...”
“Jimin doesn’t know that I know about your little ‘secret’. Anyways, please talk to Joonie hyung and Taehyungie hyung. This might be your final chance.” Jungkook folds his hands on his chest to assert a firm opinion.
“You are so grown-up” Yoongi quipped his gummy smile full-on show. “I’ll try... It’s just that I am scared” he faltered.
“It’s going to be okay hyung.”
“Thank you.”
Jungkook pulls Yoongi into a warm embrace, placing his chin on the elder’s shoulder, tighter.
“Hey, could you help Hoseok settle in?”
“Yeah sure.”
“Kookie, your pants are still wet.”
“Shit.”
Rushing outside while changing into dry jeans, panting, as he hopped into the courtyard knocking one flower vase, two decor pots, and hitting his toes twice on the tiny mahogany table, in that order. Jungkook manages to see daylight, alive and in one piece.
To say Jungkook’s mind explodes into minute fragments as he saw that perfectly sculpted human with the most mesmerizing eyes carved into the perfect face with sharp jaws, which is sure to cut Jungkook if he tries to touch them, that had the deep brown irises shining and crinkling, he doubts it’s the reflection and not just those eyes, the nose bridge too perfectly shaped and seeming unreal, tiny dimples popping right above he ends of the lips when the man being described falls into tiny little cute thoughts decision making,
Well...to say Jungkook’s mind explodes into minute fragments as he saw Jung Hoseok striding in command, but at the same time gentle aura as if he held power to all the things that existed on this earth, would be an understatement.
Because Jungkook could swear that there were fireworks bursting all around him creating colors and gay. His heartbeat picks up as Hoseok took each step forward, closer to Jungkook.
But the fireworks did not last long as he tripped on the same old slab of tiles Namjoon did earlier and falls face-first onto the ground.
“Fuck” he groans.
Two delicate hands turn him over and pull him up.
“Are you okay? That was a pretty hard fall,” the man whose vibes screamed ‘suave’ asked, concern dripping from his eyes. Jungkook truly wishes that Thanos could snap and disintegrate him or if he could just burrow into the ground and hide in there, and then come out only once in a blue moon. Because this is not the first impression he asked for.
Jungkook’s brain ceases to register anything as long as he is in Hoseok’s hold. Though he has experienced short-circuiting, and also getting an electrical shock from it, this new experience of brain short circuit was filling him with energy; ironically refusing his tongue to utter anything, his brain cells hesitated to receive sensory signals.
“Yah Jungkook AH!” Blessed be Jin for smacking Jungkook right in the clavicle, the younger flinches from the pain and comes back to his senses.
“Hoseok left 3 minutes ago, get your shit together man,” and Jin leaves shaking his head at the absurdity happening in his house. Jungkook is quite surprised at the band-aid on his forehead and the slight sting on his nose.
“The fuck happened?” whispers Bambi.
Cold air begins to fill in the atmosphere, the sun shying away, darkness crawling in, the lake calming its ripples, and birds flying back to their home. Jungkook always envied the freedom of the birds and wondered how the rush of wind felt against the skin. Of course, it never let him down. Paragliding became a hobby during his breaks, whenever he didn’t want to fry his brain to finish his project and papers.
Taking in a deep breath and stretching a bit he picks up his guitar and walks to the spot near the lake for the campfire. What he didn't expect was the so-called embodiment of sun sulking on a bench. It’s weird, the sun is also setting. He carefully approaches Hoseok so as not to scare him, quietly placing his guitar near a bench.
“Jiminie hyung kept saying you are a sunshine” Hoseok gets startled at the sudden voice approaching from nowhere. Okay, maybe Jungkook’s attempt was not fruitful.
“Sorry for startling you. Just… he says you always vibrate at a frequency that could shatter glass, but I don't see that-”
“That's just the way I love to be. But one cannot be the same way 24/7 all week all year. Sometimes you just-,” Hoseok sighs.
"Mind if I -”
“Ah no, it’s okay.”
Hoseok shifts so Jungkook could sit next to him. "So... would it be an invasion of privacy if I ask what happened to make you lose your ‘light’?”
Hoseok chuckles lightly at the question “Break up”
“Oh, I am sorry.” Jungkook was quick to reply
Hoseok shakes his head, “Why are you sorry? You did nothing.”
“I don’t know, just felt it. And that's what everyone says when something bad happens to someone.”
“Jungkook, right? Never apologize for something you never did. You will turn too naïve.” Hoseok pauses to take in a light breath of air, “like me” he finishes.
“Is it okay if I ask you what actually happened?” Jungkook looks at Hoseok with hesitant eyes. He didn’t wanna make the other uncomfortable with the question. He just wanted to help him. If the other doesn’t want to talk but just a shoulder to lean on Jungkook is all ready.
“It’s okay. I am fine now. I don’t know what Yoongi has been telling anyone,” Hoseok chuckles. ”I am really fine. Yoons is just trying to distract everyone from his disaster gay life and I am just letting him do that.” Jungkook joins him in the laughter session because he knows Hoseok is right about the latter part.
“So... with my ex.” Hoseok clears his throat “She is straight and I am bi, asshole is a biphobe. So, she ditched me saying that there is this possibility of me leaving her for a man blah blah blah,” he sighs and sinks into the bench.
“People have a weird way of perceiving bisexuality. The questions about threesomes? Making you less gay because you are more attracted to the opposite gender?” Hoseok hisses.
“You know sometimes I feel like scooping all these biphobes and then simply squish them until they crumble into dust,” Jungkook acts out the crumbling as he speaks.
“Squish is too cute to mean murder,” Hoseok chuckles at the younger’s wit. Jungkook’s cheeks tints red at that.
“ …You are bi?” Hoseok asks carefully, not with any slight intent to make the other uncomfortable.
“Pan, also lately I have been all about eradicating gender from my life. Gender is a human concept and I would rather not live in that garbage people’s thoughts,” he shrugs as a matter of fact and lays back onto the bench. Before Hoseok could pry on the latter part Jungkook continues, “What did you do then?” he probed.
“Dumped her ass in the Atacama Desert,” Hoseok said as he sipped his wine (where did that come from?) and frowning as the sourness hit him.
“That's weirdly specific,” Jungkook chuckled.
“Because IT IS specific,” Hoseok smirks and downs the whole glass of wine.
Jungkook’s eyes widen with realization, “You did not!”
“Yes, I did.”
“You spawn of the devil oh my god.”
“And actually I don’t regret - to be completely honest - any of it. I actually liked her. My bad. But the reason I am sulking now isn’t exactly the breakup. We broke up 3-4 months back. I saw her again and the talk with her just brought back bad memories and just riled me up, and Yoongi suggested that I should come with him so that I can get peace of mind. Also I am pretty sure she got /saved/.” Hoseok grins.
“I am glad that he did,” Jungkook giggles what he really wanted to tell was that if that hadn't happened he wouldn't have met Hoseok here.
“For the bis” Hoseok hands Jungkook another glass of wine (now where the fuck did this come from?) and motions for a cheer.
Conversation flows easily between them. Sharing the funniest moments and the secrets they know about their mutual friends, their shared interest in music and dance. At one point Jungkook learns that if he had taken up the offer to join the university his father’s well-wisher had given he would have met the elder before. They don’t notice how the sky is getting darker every minute that passes, the colder night got filled with their giggles and laughter and the crackling of wood.
And thats’ when Jungkook notices how Hoseok’s shoulders shake a bit when he chuckles, and how two cute tiny dimples form above his lips and how his eyes form beautiful crescents. Soon enough he notices that he has been staring too much at the elder because the elder starts waving at his face asking, “Oh! You play the guitar? Play something for me?"
There is something that strikes Jungkook's tiny little petite heart at that question. The raised eyebrows, the curious eyes, the pouting lips of wonder. The excitement radiating from Hoseok’s chuckles of disbelief. Jungkook wants to speak and say yes I do but words are so clumsy on his tongue they slip and struggle to come out. Jimin did not tutor him on how to manage the situation of encountering Hoseok when he took a ‘how to handle a potential significant other’ class during high school.
Is it too late to answer? Hoseok is staring.
A little shy and embarrassed Jungkook started playing saying, “I am not good, just mind that.” he chuckles nervously as his fingers strike the chords and he hums.
^♡^
As the guitar strings are strum and the notes reach him, Hoseok can feel his heart yearning for warmth as his eyes search for the source of the voice his ears picked up. The way Jungkook’s earring dangles as his body shakes to each string, and how his smile grows when he makes a tiny mistake, his bunny teeth so cute as to not be noticed. The air becomes lighter, he feels relaxed and embraced in the comfort of Jungkook’s beautiful voice that could defeat angelic heights.
The countryside has its boons, the dark sky, and the stars shining in their full glory. The reflections of the beauty are glorified in Jungkook’s eyes as he stares at them in awe. For Hoseok the only star that shined bright at that moment was Jungkook. His insides feel gooey at the mere silhouette of Jungkook outlined under the crescent moonlight. The sudden stop in the melodious tune brings back Hoseok to reality, and sadness takes over but quickly to be overthrown when the younger projects a cute bunny-like smile with doe eyes that expected a commentary.
"You played really well, Jungkook-ah. It was so beautiful. I would love to hear you play more." That did the trick, making Jungkook all red and smiling shyly while scrunching up his nose, but he notices how the other is shivering from the chillness of the breeze as he was wearing a very thin jacket.
"Are you cold? Do you want my jacket?" He covers Jungkook in his jacket and maybe his hands catch a glimpse of how muscular the boy looks under the loose tee. There is this thing Hoseok loves about nighttime in the countryside. The cool chill air, the sparkling stars, the silence mostly always used to amuse him. But maybe he enjoys this company of a newbie in his life, with the night making it even more alluring.
“What should I play next," Jungkook asks excitedly.
“Oh hmm," wee woo wee woo brain I need words, I am lost- "lost stars?" Hoseok asks.
"Oh my god that's my favorite." Of course, it is. The way his hands clutch the guitar, his lips smile so delicately, his eyes shut softly, his body swaying a little to the rhythm, his voice dripping honey, shows how lost stars is his favorite.
It makes Hoseok's heart pick up in pace. It makes him want to pursue, to find something which left a gaping hole in him. Hoseok always wanted to fly, but he was too scared to attempt. But now? He is floating, he feels weightless, his whole body is light as Jungkook's voice lifts and embraces him, pulling him through the winds and clouds. Can he touch the star? Maybe.. what about the star right next to him? Shining bright, so ethereal. It's been so long since Hoseok felt something like this. The music stops, Hoseok feels sad, but the excited eyes looking at him, eager to listen to the review make him happy.
"How was it?!"
"You are really talented, Jungkook. It felt heavenly." Jungkook's cheeks flush pink.
"Ah.. thanks.”
“The sky is too pretty today," Jungkook quips.
‘You are prettier,’ Hoseok says not loud.
"I guess we will have a pretty view from the rooftop?"
No questions were asked then, just them rushing from the bonfire to the rooftop.
OJO
“Oh look, a shooting star, wish something?” There are dozens of alarms blaring in Jungkook’s head as Hoseok almost falls on him to point at a shooting star that passed by. Maybe, not sure, Jungkook doesn’t know, he didn’t even catch sight of the tail of a star, too panicked at the closeness of Hoseok’s face, and his lips which were mere inches away from Jungkook’s. God bless the fragment of the meteoroid that decided to yeet at the right moment, Jungkook thanks in silence. But despite being thankful his mind is blank to proceed any further. His body stiffens as Hoseok’s warmth crashes onto him in waves.
'KISS’ his brain chanted, his whole body was ready to jump into action, or yield to the other if they initiated but who knew getting a kiss blocked would hurt this much. See this is why technology can be damned and Jimin can drink gourd juice because he has got the worst timing the universe could offer. The moment vanishes and Jungkook notices that he isn't the only one that is disappointed. An upset Hoseok in front of him makes him relieved for some reason.‘Relieved’ maybe because he isn’t the only one upset. He picks up his screeching mobile and attends the call.
"Yah! Jungkook-ah where are you?"
"Upper house."
"What are you doing there bitch ~ come down."
"Why?"
"Help me with luggage Jungkookie please."
“Luggage? what did you even bring?” Jungkook asks, eyebrows furrowing.
“It’s the JinMin anniversary, Jungkook. I had to bring props for celebrations.”
“Props?... You know what I don’t wanna know.”
"You sure bub?”
“Yes. Very. Never been more sure in my life.”
“Then come here this instant!”
Jungkook knows there is no use in arguing with Jimin at this moment, he wishes to yield to Hoseok’s kiss but his fate leads him to follow Jimin’s orders instead. F in the chat for the lost soldier people.
"Gotta go I guess," Jungkook shrugs as he points towards the lower house.
"Yeah... sure, see you tomorrow," Hoseok wishes him, squeezing gently on his shoulders.
"Yeah."
The dinner goes well, the awkward air between Namjoon, Yoongi, and Taehyung, the pretty awkward Hoseok-Jungkook moment, and the couple of the day literally sticking to each other and being lovey-dovey was expected.
Jungkook is a heavy sleeper, he is out the moment he is in the bed, and wouldn’t wake up even if the sky falls. But that day he can't fall asleep, the kiss scenario keeps rewinding in his head, and he keeps imagining what would have happened if his dearest friend hadn't called at that time. It's been so long since he felt like this, and this feeling is so pure he can't hold it in him. He feels too small with this big, sweet feeling embracing him.
He tosses and turns around in his bed, tries taking a walk in the room, drinks some water, takes a stroll in the yard, but to no avail. He is feeling giddy, his heart racing with adrenaline. The images of Hoseok smiling, gazing at the star, his lips, everything, makes Jungkook feel afloat, blessed.
"Wow, I am whipped!" He doesn’t notice the sun rising.
"RISE AND SHINE JUNGKO- WHAT THE FUCK?"
Jimin opens the door with full force and energy early in the morning but is surprised to be greeted by a red-eyed Jungkook staring at the flower pot on the table, motionless, but who gives a light smile upon seeing Jimin.
"The fuck happened? You did not sleep???"
"Oh Jimin I swear I tried," Jungkook replies in a groggy voice.
"Hmm I guess Hobi hyung is irresistible."
"Yeah.."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"What?"
"So THAT'S WHERE YOU WERE WHEN I CALLED YOU?? You were banging him!"
"Oh for fucks sake Jimin there was no banging there wasn't even any kissing or a peck, to begin with, YOU RUINED IT!!"
"ME?"
"YOUR CALL!"
"So if I hadn't there would have been…”
"Maybe."
"....wow."
“...”
"Just go and shower breakfast will be served," Jimin rushes back.
Jungkook doesn't register anything that day. He keeps orbiting around Hoseok, but the other doesn’t mind, he loves the company and they do a few patchworks in the vegetable garden, cooking fish and rice.
"Waah! You paint so well Kookie!! Can you do one for me?"
"Sure!!" He didn't even know what urged him to do a painting for the stranger he met not even a day ago. Hoseok was too impressed with his talent, and he kept whoa-ing every second. The paints mixed and painted themselves, creating a pink tinted sky with a tinge of orange and yellow reflected on the water source. His bunny-like smile and doe eyes while showing off the finished art might have tugged at Hoseok’s heartstrings.
The whole day felt like a dream he didn't want to wake up from, but reality hit Jungkook real hard when Hoseok announced that he had to go back home as he got caught up with something urgent, and that he would miss the others. To be honest, Jungkook had lost all interest in staying another five days in the lake house without Hoseok, but he came here for Jimin and Jin and he didn't want to disappoint them.
One thing that he regrets is NOT asking Hoseok for his number. That was a stupid move, and he knows he is going to regret it for the next six lives. He is too shy? Nervous? Embarrassed to ask Yoongi for Hoseok’s number because what a moron will Jungkook be, not getting his number after he literally hung out with him for a whole day.
The five days pass in a blink, he does enjoy being there in the celebratory mood but he knew with Hoseok there it would have been better. Something inside him chants that he must chase after Hoseok.
And that’s when Jungkook finally urges his ass to ask Yoongi for Hoseok’s details.
“...Here you go. Can't believe you didn’t even bother exchanging numbers,” Yoongi sighs as he sends Jungkook Hoseok’s number.
“He left the next day so I didn’t get enough time to, you know..”
“True,” Yoongi nods. “Before you call him or anything, help us load the bags, please. For some reason, Tae has far more luggage than he came with, and Joon is not really entertained with the idea of taking the RC boats back home with us.”
Jungkook doesn’t fail to see that feeling of content and blush spreading across Yoongi’s face at the mention of his boyfriends.
“I am happy for you hyung” Jungkook smiles.
“I am happy for me, too. Thanks, Kookie,” they hug it out.
Being back home, laying on the bed, staring at the ceiling while holding his phone with Hoseok’s number on the screen is not doing any good for Jungkook. It’s been more than two hours and no miracle has happened yet. That is, him calling Hoseok, meeting up, and living happily ever after. His fingers are hesitating to press that call button because how do you begin the conversation without sounding desperate because he swears he is indeed desperate.
He does fifty sit-ups, thirty-eight push-ups, cleans the whole apartment, and realizes the mess he has been living in all this time, cooks enough lunch to fill three people despite him being the only soul in the apartment, takes a long bath, and still, he hasn’t mustered the courage to call Hoseok.
Letting out a heavy sigh he jumps to his couch, holding his phone. “Alright Jungkook, press the goddamn call button. When he picks up just say ‘Hey! It’s Jungkook, remember, from the lake house? Yoongi’s friend?’ Am I being too enthusiastic?” he teaches and questions himself.
“GOSH Hoseok hyung is gonna think I am weird.”
“No, he isn’t going to.”
“Well, thanks but I am pretty su-”
Jungkook stills at the other voice answering his questions when he is the only one that’s supposed to be there, but the familiarity of the voice makes him snap his head in the direction of the voice. His insides scream in euphoria seeing the man he has been wanting to see all this time standing right beside the door holding a carryout bag.
“Hyung?” he lets out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding.
“The door was open. I hope it's fine. Definitely didn’t want to be a creep or bother you all of a sudden. I just came in, and wow I am rambling and definitely sounding like a creep I am so-”
“Come in hyung.” Jungkook laughs at the elder’s rambling and the suddenly shocked face when he calls him and nudges to the couch.
“Hey,” Hoseok says, his voice so sweet it makes Jungkook want to jump off a cliff.
“Hi hyung. I see you brought something?”
“Oh, cupcakes and milkshakes. Fine with you?”
“Absolutely!”
Nothing would have prepared both of them for the dead silence that followed after that. The only sound filling the air was the sound of cupcake munching and the straw sucking in the milkshake.
“Ahem,” Hoseok clears his throat. And Jungkook is very much grateful for that. “I am sorry I left the house abruptly. I had sudden business to take care of and couldn’t say a proper goodbye.”
“Oh it’s okay I understand.”
“I even had your number, but I was too busy. I am very sorry.”
“Oh no please hyung no worries. To be honest I have been debating with myself about calling you. I got your number from Yoongi hyung, and I didn’t know how to begin the conversation or anything. I was just too nervous, I guess?”
“I can understand. And I couldn’t wait till giving you a call so I just busted in,” Hoseok giggles, and Jungkook wants to cuddle and protect canoodle him.
“Ah hyung you have got crumbs on your...here let me.” Alarms ringing in his head, he did not expect this close proximity when he decided to lean on Hoseok to dust off the crumbs.
Both go still with Jungkook's hand on Hoseok’s cheek, eyes wandering off to the red lips, he sees Hoseok licking his lips, and finds the elder interested in this position as he does too.
“Can I kiss you?” both ask at the same time resulting in a bunch of giggles.
“Thought you’d never ask,” Hoseok says and leans in.
When Jungkook met Hoseok for the first time at the lake house, just the elder’s aura made him go bonkers. Now the same person on top of him kissing his lips tenderly, gently, and so carefully with passion and curiosity makes him astral project.
"Can I take you out on a proper date? " Hoseok asks when they part.
"Sure" Jungkook laughs scrunching his nose which Hoseok couldn't resist so he bites it.
"oww!!"
Chuckles and joy fill the room, a black guitar lay on the couch ready to play the notes Jungkook wrote for Hoseok.