Work Text:
"'The Most Haunted House in Seoul - It'll Scare the Pants off You!' - yeah, right. What makes it so terrifying?!"
"Well gee, I don't know, hyung," Yoongi drawls. "I guess we'll find out when we go on this ride that we already bought tickets for."
"At your insistence," Namjoon adds.
Seokjin scoffs. "Yeah, because haunted houses are always a laugh, duh. They're never as scary as they claim to be."
Yoongi rolls his eyes. "Alright, smartass. You can go in first, then."
"Of course I will. I'm the oldest, I have to protect you pair of cowards."
"Cowards?! Excuse you, hyung," Namjoon says, insulted, "who was the one who needed the instructor to hold their hand across the high rope course we did last summer?"
"That's completely different," Seokjin points out indignantly. "It's totally reasonable to be afraid of heights. Heights could kill me. Ghosts, on the other hand, can't kill me, because they're not real."
The boys shuffle up in the queue, jackets wrapped tight around them in the chilly autumn evening.
"But don't feel too embarrassed if you start pissing your pants," Seokjin continues. "You're young, it's only to be expected. That's why I'm here. Hyung will protect you."
Yoongi and Namjoon exchange a long-suffering look.
"Whatever you say, hyung."
Finally, they're at the front of the line, hands starting to numb from the cold. The bored looking attendant takes their tickets and waves them through. Another attendant is waiting by the ghost train cart, wearing a rotund, full-body pumpkin costume, complete with a carved Jack-o-Lantern face painted on the front. It's incredibly impractical. He has to waddle around the side of the ride to open the gates for them.
"You really went all out with that costume, huh?" Seokjin smirks, giving a little poke to the pumpkin's face. "Well, you know what they say, go big or gourd home."
The attendant looks Seokjin in the eye, completely straight faced. "Please keep your arms and legs inside the ride at all times."
Seokjin climbs in to the front seat of the cart, Yoongi and Namjoon behind him. "Ah, I shouldn't have expected you to have a sense of humour. You're just a pumpkin. You're hollow inside."
Namjoon cringes behind him, and Seokjin stares down the attendant even as the cart starts to roll away behind a curtain, into the haunted house.
Seokjin turns to face the front in the darkness, and is immediately startled by a low-hanging tickly spiderweb.
Yoongi sighs. "Pay attention, hyung."
The ghost train trundles round on the track slowly, twisting and turning around corners where ghastly puppets and cheap animatronics pop out from the walls. Seokjin gets another fright when a fog machine suddenly pelts them from behind.
Namjoon puts his hand on Seokjin's shoulder. "You okay, hyung?"
Seokjin tuts and pushes Namjoon's hand away. "Don't be silly, Joon-ah, it was just cold-" before he can finish his sentence, he jumps a little again as a loud screeching sound effect accompanies a ghost puppet dropping down menacingly from the ceiling.
"Jeez," Seokjin mutters, shaking it off.
Yoongi titters.
Before long, the cart comes creaking to a halt, and Namjoon cranes his neck around. "That must be it."
They're expecting to emerge back into the daylight, but the gates of the cart pop open automatically, still in darkness, and a booming voice comes over the loud speaker. "Guests will please proceed through the Creepy Corridor to the next part of your journey into darkness." Very melodramatic.
"Huh," Yoongi muses as they clamber out, following the glow-in-the-dark arrows on the black painted floor. "I didn't realise there was more to this place."
"Stick close behind me," Seokjin mutters. "Joon-ah, go in the middle so you don't get lost."
"As if I would get lost!"
"I mean, you would," Yoongi agrees from the back of their little line.
They proceed through a heavy curtain at the end of the corridor, and emerge into a small, dark room with a table in the middle, test tubes bubbling and flashing screens all over one side of the room. There's a Frankenstein-esque body laid on the table, and - most intriguingly - a mad scientist type pottering around, muttering.
"Oh, cool," Namjoon breathes. "They have actors! Now it's getting good."
Seokjin giggles nervously, leading the bunch, and the mad scientist suddenly looks up and points at him. "Ah, guests!" He says in a dramatic, wavering voice. "You've come to see my creation, yes? Come closer, why don't you?!" Seokjin is reluctant, but the actor continues, "Come closer my boy! I have created life!"
Seokjin leans nervously towards the mannequin on the table- except it's not a mannequin. The actor bolts upright suddenly, arms reaching out toward the group, and all three yelp in surprise.
"Jeez," Seokjin whines, holding his hand over his pounding heart as he steadies himself.
"Aw, c'mon, Jin hyung, that was fun!" Namjoon grins, patting him on the shoulder as they hastily shuffle away through the next door.
The next room is just as dark, and has a witch complete with a pointed hat stirring a cauldron that is obviously just a covering for a smoke machine. She mutters in a high, creepy voice, leaving her cauldron to come up close to their faces, clawing at their clothes and pretending to sniff their hair. "No, no, you won't do, not fresh, not fresh," the actress continues to mutter as she returns to her brew and lets them leave.
Yoongi pipes up from the back of the line. "You're so brave, going in front, Jin hyung."
"Well, of course, someone's gotta protect you," Jin mutters indignantly, pushing through a hanging curtain of spider webs to the next room.
This room is much emptier than the others, with only a large coffin in the middle, the lid ajar.
"Yah, so predictable," Jin says, sidling up to the coffin with the other two in tow. He reaches out to take hold of the lid. "Are you in there, Mr Vampire?" He calls. He glances back at the boys. "Guess I'll be the one opening this. I'm really sticking my neck out for you guys-"
"Get on with it, hyung!"
Seokjin opens the lid in one quick movement.
There's no one in the coffin.
"Huh?"
Seokjin's face wrinkles in confusion.
"YAAAAH~!" A loud scream accompanies a pale face popping up right in front of Seokjin's, teeth bared, showing their plastic fangs.
"AAAHH!!" Seokjin screams back, body clenching on instinct, and-
He punches the vampire square in the face.
"YAA-aaaah! Jesus Christ!" The strangled scream comes from the actor in front of them, suddenly doubled over, clutching his face. "What the fuck?!"
"Oh my God!!" Seokjin's hands come up to cover his own mouth in shock.
"Oh my God!" Namjoon breaks away from Seokjin's shoulder to crouch down to the actor's level.
"Oh my God," Yoongi shakes his head from behind them. "Hyung, what did you do?!"
"Oh my GOD, I'm so sorry!" Seokjin whines from behind his hands. "Are you okay?!"
"Okay?! I'd be a lot better if you hadn't just decked me! What the hell, man?!"
"I'm so sorry," Seokjin repeats. "Uh, can we- can we help you? Please?"
"We?" Yoongi mutters. "You're the one that just punched the poor guy."
"Yoongi, please," Seokjin scolds. "Can you find a light or something? Uh, hey, Dracula, is there a light in here?"
"It's Jungkook," the boy says, annoyed. "There's a switch in that corner." Yoongi follows his nod and finds the switch, making them all blink in the fluorescent white light.
"Ah, okay, let's get you up," Seokjin says nervously, reaching out to help.
Jungkook allows himself to be hauled up by Seokjin and Namjoon. Looking at him in the light, he's a lanky boy, maybe younger than Seokjin, but a little taller. His mop of black hair suits his costume of a black cape, with a bat-shaped brooch clasping it together at the neck.
"Uh, how's your face?" Seokjin asks gingerly.
Jungkook blinks rapidly, before tentatively lowering his hands.
Seokjin winces. There's a steady trickle of blood coming from his nose, taking the cakey white makeup with it down to Jungkook's lip. His eyes are surrounded by dark, messy makeup, which would conveniently hide a black eye, Seokjin thinks.
"Damn, hyung," Namjoon whistles. "When you said you'd protect us, I didn't believe you. I'm so glad you were here to keep the vampires away."
Seokjin scowls at Namjoon. "Neither of you are any help." He turns back. "Uh, Jungkook, you should get cleaned up. Is there a way out of here?"
Jungkook points, using one hand to catch the blood dripping down from his chin. There's a well hidden door in one wall, where Jungkook presumably emerged from. They stumble through a few tight corridors into a small, bright space, obviously the employee's break room. There's a door leading to a toilet with a tiny sink that Jungkook makes a beeline for. The space really isn't made for this many people, and Seokjin hovers nervously in the doorway, unsure how to help.
"Damn it," Jungkook winces as he pinches his nose, trying to stop the bleeding.
"Hold your head back?" Seokjin suggests.
"...what does it look like I'm already doing?" Jungkook mutters, voice all nasal.
Just then, a middle aged man crowds the already claustrophobic space, looking disgruntled. "Jungko- who are you?" He frowns at the three intruders. "What are you doing in my break room?"
Namjoon grins sheepishly. "Our friend got a bit of a fright from your- uh- Jungkook, was it? So we're cleaning up in here."
"Huh? Jungkook, that you in there? Why aren't you in your coffin?"
"I got punched." Still nasal.
"Punched?!" The man's nostrils flare. "Okay, no one assaults employees. Out, out now!"
"Hey, why do we have to leave?!" Yoongi complains. "He's the one who punched him." He gestures at Seokjin, who glares, but the man shuts him down.
"I don't care which one of you rowdies did it, out. You're barred."
"Oh my God." Namjoon scrubs a hand over his face to hide a giggle.
Seokjin looks mortified, still fussing over Jungkook. The bleeding seems to have stopped now, and Jungkook is gingerly dabbing his face with cold water to clean up. Most of his face is still covered in makeup, and the overall effect is a bit ridiculous.
"Jungkook, you look a mess. Just- just take the night off," the older man says grudgingly.
"I'm fine!" Jungkook protests.
"I'll get someone else to cover for you. We can manage."
Jungkook scoffs, but winces at the pain in his nose as he does so.
"Uh, hey, Jungkook, let me make this up to you," Seokjin offers. "Come round the rest of the fair with us!"
"You don't have to make it up to me," Jungkook sighs.
"I'll buy you food, and you can go on as many rides as you want."
"Oh, for real?!" Jungkook actually perks up at this, and grins, revealing little bunny teeth. He pops his plastic fangs out. "I mean, okay. Deal."
"Deal." Seokjin is relieved.
Yoongi raises his eyebrows. "Feeling generous, hyung? Are you paying for our nights, too?"
"That depends, do you want a punch in the face?" Seokjin deadpans. He turns back to Jungkook. "Right, c'mon, Mr Vampire, you're sticking with us. My name's Seokjin, by the way."
"Pleasure," Jungkook mutters, dabbing again at his tender face.
"So, what do you want to do first?"
"The Big Dipper, obviously."
"What's the big dipper?"
Jungkook points. Seokjin follows his finger, and gulps. "Uh, that's a pretty big rollercoaster, isn't it?" He asks weakly. "All these fairground rides look like a death trap."
Jungkook raises his eyebrows. "You said we can go on as many rides as I want."
"I said you can go on as many rides as you want."
"Aw, c'mon, it's no fun going on by yourself!"
"Yeah, Jin hyung, don't be such a scaredy cat," Yoongi smirks.
Seokjin huffs. "Fine."
It's one ride, how bad could it be?
The four of them stand in line, and Seokjin tries his best to keep his nerve. His fidgeting won't stop, though. The younger boy smirks. "Feeling nervous, hyung?"
"I'm not your hyung," Jin says indignantly. "We barely know each other."
"Yeah, and I'm already almost as intimately acquainted with your hand as I am with my own."
Seokjin scoffs. "I doubt that."
Jungkook draws himself up to his full height. "Well, we should get to know each other better. I'm studying graphic design in college, what do you study?"
"Uh, I finished college."
"Oh, wow- really? You look like you're still a first year."
"I do not!"
"Do too! It was a compliment, hyung."
Seokjin blushes, changing the subject. "Whatever. I'm an actor, actually."
"Oh, what?! That's so cool!" Jungkook looks genuinely impressed. "Have I seen you in anything?"
"Uh, probably not yet," Seokjin admits. "I've mostly just done plays, that sort of thing."
"Damn. That's cool," Jungkook mutters under his breath. "I mean, I'm an actor too, y'know?"
Seokjin laughs. "Yeah, you're a very good Dracula."
"Oh yeah?! Well I managed to scare you pretty good, huh, hyung?"
"Stop calling me hyung," Seokjin whines, although he must admit, it sounds pretty cute coming from this ridiculous boy. "Say Jin hyung, at least," he adds, grumbling.
Jungkook grins.
They reach the front of the line, and Seokjin reluctantly gets harnessed in next to Jungkook. He looks over at the other two expectantly, but they're not moving. They're standing to the side to let another couple on the ride.
"Hey, what the hell are you just standing there for?!" Seokjin cranes his neck, panic rising in his voice. "Get your asses on here!"
"Oh, hyung, absolutely not," Namjoon says mildly. "These fairground rides look like a death trap."
"Namjoon-" Seokjin starts, but the ride suddenly jolts forward. "Yoongi!"
The two just smile pleasantly at him as the ride pulls them forward and out of view.
"I'll kill them," Seokjin whines, turning back to face the front.
"Don't worry, Jin hyung, I'll protect you!" Jungkook grins, reaching his hand out to place over Seokjin's.
"Wh-aaah!" Seokjin's words, and thoughts, are drowned out when the coaster starts to fling them around the darkening sky with absolutely no regard for Seokjin's safety.
A few minutes later, Seokjin is walking on shaky legs, Jungkook trying to hold him up, but Seokjin keeps batting his hands away. They spot Namjoon and Yoongi in the crowd just outside the exit. Seokjin raises a trembling finger towards them, menacingly.
"You."
The two glance at each other, completely innocent.
"You. You're dead meat when we get home."
"Ah, yes, best not to punch us while we're at the fairground," Yoongi smirks. "You don't want to get us all kicked out of here, too."
Seokjin finds himself the victim of every single fairground ride in turn, Jungkook taking clear advantage of his promise. He suffers through a ginormous swing boat, two smaller roller coasters, a terrifying bungee swing, and a spinning teacup ride that makes his insides turn to jelly. Seokjin wishes he could be anywhere else right now, but every time he looks at Jungkook's face and his bruised nose he cowers again and follows him without complaint.
Finally, they get to the dodgems. This at least, he can handle.
"Is it really a good idea for you to be going on these in your state?" He teases Jungkook. "If I smack you from behind, your nose might start bleeding again."
Jungkook tsks. "I'll be fine. It hasn't bled yet, has it? And anyway, first you've gotta smack me from behind," he grins, wiggling his eyebrows.
Seokjin feels his ears redden. "Your nose might be broken, dumbass."
"Hm, it might be." Jungkook agrees. "Will you keep taking care of me if it is?"
"Absolutely not," Seokjin sniffs, grabbing Jungkook's face and peering at him. "I can't see any bruises underneath your eyes, so it's not broken."
"It might be," Jungkook pouts. "How can you tell when I've got this makeup on?"
"I can tell."
It's their turn to get on the dodgems. Yoongi and Namjoon are, thankfully, way more enthusiastic about this, and join them in the round of people being belted into the plastic cars.
"Get ready, Jungkook, I'm not gonna go easy on you just because you're injured!" Seokjin calls out as a warning.
"Oh, I'm ready, Jin hyung," Jungkook grins, as the ride starts up.
Seokjin immediately turns his car around to chase Jungkook's, single minded. He weaves in and out of the flashing lights of maybe fifteen other cars, hooting, but before long he's lost focus on which car he's chasing. He races round the rink anyway, finally enjoying himself, when- "Oof," a car rams into the back of him. It's Yoongi.
Seokjin twists in his seat to pull a face, and Yoongi just smirks, before Namjoon rams into the back of him. Seokjin cackles as Yoongi yelps in surprise. He's still cackling when a huge blow suddenly comes at his car from the side, pummelling him into the wall.
"Watch out, hyung!" It's Jungkook, grinning as he expertly steers away.
"Hooligan!" Seokjin calls after him, but Jungkook just throws his head back and giggles.
Finally, Jungkook is ready for a break from the onslaught to Seokjin's senses, and they take a leisurely stroll through the carnival, Jungkook wanting to stop at every stand to take a look. Yoongi and Namjoon follow at an easy pace. Night has fully fallen now, the lights of the fairground even more impressive in the darkness. They're surrounded by the smells of deep-fried food and well-trodden mud.
"Whatever I want, Jin hyung?"
Seokjin sighs, but concedes. "Whatever you want, Jungkook."
The boy grins, looking ridiculous behind half a face of makeup that has been slowly peeling from the bottom of his face all night.
"I want candy floss!"
"Done."
Seokjin buys them both sticks with an inordinate amount of pink candy floss - so much that they threaten to collapse onto the floor at any moment. Seokjin solves this problem by taking such an enormous bite that it looks as if his jaw has unhinged. Jungkook's eyes widen, and he smirks, copying. Seokjin's not sure how eating candy floss suddenly became a competitive sport, but this little weirdo has made it into one. They race to finish their sticks, trying to keep up with the others as they meander to another stall. Jungkook takes the final bite of his so quickly, that he obviously pokes himself with the stick and immediately chokes, wincing in pain.
"Oh my god, don't wolf your food down, dumbass," Seokjin scolds, but he rubs the back of the boy's neck worriedly anyway. Jungkook's eyes water. "We should get some proper food," Seokjin tuts, joining the boys in front of a burger stand where they're ordering chips. "What do you want?"
Ten minutes later, they've found a spot on the crowded benches in one corner of the fairground, hands full of hot food. Seokjin bought a hotdog meal for Jungkook, and chicken skewers for himself.
Jungkook frowns in satisfaction as he munches his hotdog. He's still chewing when he asks, "so, Jin hyung, what did you think of the haunted house?"
"Don't talk with your mouthful," Seokjin scolds, through a mouthful of chicken. "What did I think of it? It was okay. Not that scary."
Namjoon snorts with laughter, and Seokjin shoots him a threatening look.
"Not that scary?! Excuse me," Jungkook looks offended. "I scared you so bad that you punched me, dude, that's a personal best."
"You sound proud that you got punched in the face."
"Well, yeah," Jungkook rolls his eyes. "Now I can brag to my friends that I'm brilliant at what I do."
"You're welcome," Seokjin says dryly. "But you just startled me, that's all, that's not the same thing as being really scared."
"Is too," Jungkook argues.
"Is not!"
"What's really 'scary' then?! Explain the difference."
"Tricky, because nothing scares me."
Yoongi pipes up. "Ask him about the time we watched The Ring last Halloween."
Seokjin scowls at Yoongi, who has a shit eating grin on his face.
Jungkook smirks through a mouthful of hotdog. "Aw, do little Japanese ghost girls scare you, Seokjinnie? That film's not even an 18."
"Seokjinnie?! Mind your manners!" Seokjin blushes hotly. "And don't be ridiculous. This asshole-" he jerks his thumb at Namjoon- "just decided it would be funny to call my phone as soon as the credits rolled."
"He jumped so hard he knocked two bottles of beer onto the carpet," Yoongi giggles.
Seokjin tsks. "Don't you start, you act like you weren't watching the whole film through your hands, Yoongi-chi!" Seokjin pouts mockingly. Yoongi blushes.
Namjoon relents, having finished his food. "Well, hyung, are you getting us drinks, or what?"
Seokjin huffs, feeling put upon as the eldest, but shuffles away to another stand anyway. They're selling hot, seasonal drinks. When he returns, two paper cups in each hand, he sets the drinks down in front of them. "Gingerbread latte, americano," he mutters. "I wasn't sure what you wanted, Jungkook, so I just got us pumpkin spice lattes."
"Oh, thanks, Jin hyung!" Jungkook looks surprised. "But coffee? At this time of night? I won't be able to sleep."
Seokjin wrangles himself back into his seat at the bench, and turns to look at Jungkook, very serious. "Don't worry, Jungkook. It's de-coffin-ated."
Seokjin looks on mildly, waiting for a reaction. He hears Namjoon groan, and he can see Yoongi shaking his head, unimpressed, out of the corner of his eye. Jungkook looks blank for only a moment, and then, he starts to giggle. The giggle turns into a full on guffaw, and Seokjin starts laughing too, slapping him on the arm.
The other two look absolutely incensed that Seokjin has found an audience. Namjoon grimaces, "no, no- don't encourage him."
"Marry him," Yoongi mutters, annoyed.
Jungkook blushes, clears his throat, and takes a sip of his latte.
Much of the rest of the evening is spent playing overpriced funfair games, while Jungkook works away at a toffee apple that seems never-ending. Yoongi and Namjoon look on in amusement as Seokjin and Jungkook battle at a racing arcade game, Jungkook getting increasingly aggravated by Seokjin's obvious cheating, but still somehow managing to win. They all take a turn at a basketball game of shooting hoops, which Yoongi grumbles is too expensive, but he grins smugly all the same when he gets a high score. He picks a brightly coloured shower speaker as a prize, and stashes it in his pocket.
Seokjin spies a stall full of plushies and figures of all sizes, a balloon shooting game attached. He drags the group over and picks up the plastic gun to take a turn. He pops some of the balloons, but not enough in the time limit to win any prizes. He pouts, looking forlornly at his friends.
"Don't you have enough plushies already?" Yoongi points out.
"That's not the point."
Jungkook considers, then steps up to the game, looking determined. He pays for his turn, then proceeds to shoot and pop every single balloon in turn, with time to spare.
Seokjin stares, open-mouthed. "How are you so good at everything?"
"I'm not good at everything," Jungkook says modestly.
The vendor steps up, bright-eyed and smiling. "Congratulations! You can take a prize of any value. What would you like?"
"What would you like, Jin hyung?"
"Huh? Oh, it's your prize, Jungkook-"
"Hyuuuunng," Jungkook whines. "Just lemme get this for you."
Seokjin's ears redden, but he really wants that prize...
Minutes later, Jungkook is hauling a gargantuan Yoshi plushie onto his back, insisting on carrying it for Seokjin. The dinosaur is half the size of him, and twice as wide.
"That is ridiculous," Namjoon points out.
Seokjin doesn't argue, just shoots Jungkook a pleased little bread-cheeked smile.
Finally, the night starts to draw to a close. The crowd in the park starts to thin, and the tip of Yoongi's nose is bright pink, showing the cold. Seokjin bought a packet of hot, sugary doughnuts for Jungkook and him to share as they meander back towards the entrance.
"Jungkook, this has been fun, but we're gonna need to head off soon."
Jungkook pouts. "How about a ride on the Ferris wheel before we leave?" He points to the pulsating lights of the big wheel near the entrance.
Seokjin nods, acquiescing. It's not moving too fast, it'll be fine. The boys are happy with the idea, so they join the other stragglers in the queue. The cars in the Ferris wheel are designed for four people, which would be ideal if it weren't for the giant green plushie accompanying Jungkook. Jungkook insists on keeping it with him, so in the end he pushes the plushie into one car, letting it take up two of the seats, while he and Seokjin sit side by side and the attendant closes their gate. Seokjin waves at Namjoon and Yoongi, who roll their eyes and wait for the next one.
Seokjin sits back, feeling happily stuffed full of food, and more than a little relieved that his night of adrenaline and terror is over. The Ferris wheel is slow moving and gentle, taking each car round several times, so it's worth the money. He can relax.
Jungkook unfurls the paper bag full of sugar doughnuts and offers it to Seokjin as they start to move. Seokjin sticks his hand into the bag to fish one out, poking around with his fingers.
"Huh."
"What?" Seokjin asks, retrieving a doughnut and taking a bite.
Jungkook has an amused, quizzical look on his face. "Your hands are so small."
"What?!" Seokjin says, offended, through a mouthful of hot fried dough. "They're not small, they're perfectly normal sized."
"They're dainty."
Jungkook pulls Seokjin's free hand into his lap, and spreads his fingers out on top of his, demonstrating.
"Pshh. You just have freakishly large hands."
Seokjin tries to tug his hand away, but Jungkook grabs it in his and curls it into a fist. "Look. Little cotton bud fists." He waves Seokjin's closed hand back and forth.
Seokjin's ears redden and he wriggles free of Jungkook's grasp. "Little fists, indeed. These little fists knocked you out cold," he mutters.
"Hah! Hardly," Jungkook scoffs. "I can't brag to any of my friends that I was decked by those cute little hands, I have some pride."
"Cute?!" Seokjin sputters. "I'm not cute, thank you very much. Handsome, dashing, suave-"
"You're cute."
Seokjin narrows his eyes at Jungkook, lights moving over his face as the Ferris wheel approaches the top. His white face paint is flaking off his cheeks and forehead, black eye makeup smudged, and some dried blood is still visible on his neck. There's sugar at the corner of his mouth from the doughnuts. "You have so much mess on your face." Seokjin tuts.
"You have something on your face, too." Jungkook brings a finger up to Seokjin's mouth, wiping away some sugar that has settled on his chin. "Hm," Jungkook considers, leaning in-
He presses his lips lightly to Seokjin's, and Seokjin whimpers in surprise.
As Jungkook kisses him firmly, Seokjin's eyes flutter shut, letting Jungkook's warm mouth open him up. He tastes so sweet, and Seokjin melts into the kiss, feeling fuzzy.
As they wait at the exit of the ride for Yoongi and Namjoon to join them, Jungkook leans his head lightly on Seokjin's shoulder. The pair appear in a few minutes, and Namjoon is zipping his jacket up, ready to leave. "Coming, hyung?"
"Mmhmm."
"Um, I think I left some stuff in my locker," Jungkook pipes up. "Can you come with me, Jin hyung?"
"Well, sure, I guess...you really need someone to come with you?"
"Of course. It's a haunted house, you think I'm going in there on my own? I need someone to protect me," Jungkook whines, tugging on Seokjin's sleeve.
Yoongi looks between the two sceptically. "Terrible, terrible choice, Jungkook."
Seokjin seems to get the message, though, and lets himself be pulled away. "We'll catch you two up, yeah?"
"Sure," Namjoon smirks. "Night, hyung."
Back at the scene of the crime, the lights are out, and Jungkook leads Seokjin round to the side door of the Haunted House that they escaped through earlier. The attendant in the ridiculous pumpkin costume is just leaving.
"Jungkook-ah!" He calls. "Where did you get to?"
"I got punched."
"Um, okay." The guy doesn't ask for any further information.
"Is anyone else still here?" Jungkook asks.
"Nah, I'm the last one out. You going back in there?"
Jungkook nods, tugging Seokjin through the door.
"Remember to lock up."
"I will, Tae hyung. Night."
They wind their way through the claustrophobic corridors, back to the poxy little break room where they were earlier. Jungkook props the Yoshi plushie up on the table, the ridiculous thing taking up half the space. Seokjin expects Jungkook to retrieve his stuff, but first he goes back to the tiny sink, scrubbing at his face roughly to remove the last of the face paint.
"Alright in there, Jungkook?" Seokjin asks, watching the boy drying off with a grubby towel. Jungkook mumbles something that sounds like agreement, so Seokjin supposes he is. Finally, Jungkook lowers the towel, face clean, his bangs only a little damp, and grins.
Oh, no, Seokjin thinks.
He's hot.
"You're hot," he mumbles.
Jungkook blushes bright red, and smirks. "Would you say I'm...boo-tiful?"
Seokjin shuts his eyes in a soft smile. "You're a quick learner."
Jungkook steps closer, and Seokjin opens his eyes in surprise as he's pushed gently back into the wall of lockers. Jungkook brings his freakishly large hands to Seokjin's waist, and runs them up his sides, making him shiver. "I believe I owe you one," he says quietly, close to Seokjin's ear.
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Well," Jungkook murmurs, hands roaming down closer to Seokjin's ass, "this house promises to scare the pants off you, but your pants haven't come off yet." He latches his mouth onto a sensitive spot on Seokjin's neck.
"Oh," Seokjin squeaks. "Yeah, you do owe me...you owe me big time."