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Yoongi shoves the last box into the second bedroom, a feeling of dread slowly sinking into his skin. And, sure, some of it might be sweat from the manual labor, but Yoongi’s sure it’s also the fact that his new roommate is Jungkook . The most infuriating dog hybrid he’d ever met. Not to make knocks against all dog hybrids—Yoongi loved most everyone equally—but Jeon Jungkook was an entirely different species.
All thanks to one Kim Taehyung, who answered Yoongi’s call for a roommate three months ago. He’d found Yoongi in the quad, claiming his canine-esque buddy from class was looking for a roommate as well. Of course, Yoongi was immediately intrigued despite the few details Taehyung provided him about ‘Jeon Jungkook’. He never bothered to ask for anything else, not even a contact number for said person, which he would later discover was a huge mistake.
Later that week, Yoongi had Taehyung get Jungkook to meet with him to discuss more terms (cost of bills, rent, etc.). He swears on his life he’d never breathe to a soul that at first sight, Jungkook was the most attractive person he’d ever laid eyes on—with his rich espresso hair and matching ears slightly perked up, tail flicking up and down almost lazily, impressive stature. His voice didn’t match his body, but, God , was it still so attractive. His right arm heavily decorated with a tattoo sleeve, and eyebrow and lip pierced, which made Yoongi’s mouth start absolutely watering. He immediately felt warm with embarrassment at how small he felt in front of the hybrid.
“ Jeon Jungkook,” the hybrid had said, “Definitely nice to meet you.”
There was something almost musical about the tone of his voice. But as Yoongi stared up at the gleam behind those dark, dark eyes, he felt a shell start to form around him. Too much.
Something slightly prickling up his arms and shoulder blades. From that moment on, Yoongi knew he hated him.
Especially after Yoongi had asked for his phone number to contact him for his decision about the roommate. (He’d never mentioned to Taehyung or Jungkook there was absolutely no one else available to room with him this semester). Jungkook’s cheeks began to tinge pink, his ears slowly standing to attention to show his excitement.
“Wow, Yoongi-ssi, you’re very forward. No date first?” he’d asked with a bright, bright smile.
Yoongi blushed hard, trying to get a statement out without stuttering. He’d failed miserably.
“I’ll text you s-soon. About the apartment!”
When he walked away, he felt eyes staring on his back until he was all the way home. I fucking hate him , he’d thought.
——
They’re finishing up the last of Jungkook’s boxes, taking them from the rental truck and bringing them into the apartment. As reluctant as he was to let Jungkook actually live with him, he was still adamant about helping make the process as quick and painless as possible. He just needed one more source of income. His own job was just barely enough, and god , was he desperate to get out of the parents’ place and be closer to the university. He knew when enough was enough despite the struggle it was to find someone to help him.
“Lemme get that for you, hyung.”
Yoongi glowered at the hybrid as he practically snatched the box from Yoongi's arms.
“It’s my box. The least I could do is take it myself,” he said.
He watched the muscles flex around the box before they completely disappeared from view in a matter of seconds. Grumbling incoherently, Yoongi walks back down to grab another box from the pile they set up in the living room. Yoongi had most of his things already unpacked, or at least had his boxes in their designated area, waiting to be unpacked. He was moving into the apartment from his mom’s house, 20 minutes away. Jungkook had been living two hours away and had been commuting to campus with Taehyung. So, naturally, Yoongi had gotten there a few hours before he did.
“I’m not made of glass, Jungkook-ssi,” he retorts in an attempt to save face, but to no avail. The hybrid turns and gives Yoongi a shameless once-over, the tiniest of smirks curling his lips.
“Okay, hyung. Whatever you say.”
Yoongi purses his lips, acting indignant, but he knows his cheeks are aflame. Heart pounding uncomfortably, he goes back outside to get a lighter box.
——
Jungkook does his best to keep himself at bay. He knew the second he laid eyes on the beautiful human that his life was about to fall off a cliff. The way Yoongi said his name, voice low with a hint of a lisp—the cutest. His cheeks were colored with the faintest shade of rose, matching his pouty lips. He smelled absolutely delicious, making everything in his body pulled towards the human like a magnetic force.
It felt like he was flying at the top of a roller coaster seconds away from tipping over and hurtling down the track. And when Yoongi so innocently asked for his number, it felt so natural to tease him, to make the tips of his adorable human ears turn bright red. What he hadn’t expected was Yoongi to be even more irresistible in a domestic setting. He finds himself fighting his own body not to run to the human, who would be curled up in a nap on the couch, or how cute he looks when he cooks dinner for the both of them.
He doesn’t expect how much Yoongi combats every flirtatious comment or teasing. He watches as Yoongi’s cheeks tinge pink, completely opposite to the coldness of his words. It’s confusing to say the least. He shrugs it off each time, telling himself it’s just not time yet. He’ll find the courage in himself to put his heart on the line and confess to Yoongi...eventually. For now, he’ll still tease his hyung with simple compliments and let the rest take its course.
——
“Hyung, go out with me,” Jungkook says, putting his cup noodles on the counter with a sense of purpose.
Yoongi’s heart jumps and he feels heat plume into his cheeks and down his neck. His stomach flops upside down when he looks up from his own cup noodles. Looking at Jungkook from across their kitchen, he feigns annoyance to the best of his ability. He can’t stand how flustered he feels. Especially because that’s exactly what Jungkook wants! The hybrid wants to see him swoon like a lovestruck child.
“You’re— Jungkook, don’t be ridiculous,” he replies coldly, “No.”
Before Jungkook can make another sound, Yoongi abandons his dinner in the sink and tosses the paper cup in the trash. Leaves the kitchen with the calmest movements he could muster.
In his room, he lets out a huge breath, mind racing to understand why Jungkook would ask him out. He knows Jungkook thrives from pulling reactions from Yoongi, and probably Taehyung. He seems to enjoy teasing, pushing buttons to see how much with which he can get away. This is the biggest reason Jungkook is so infuriating. Yoongi would catch him staring, making subtle physical contact, and purposely using pet names whenever he could. All of which made Yoongi’s face burn an ugly tomato red.
However, Yoongi also is familiar with people making passes at him or expressing their interest in his looks. He’d dated in high school and had a few flings in the past semesters of college.
But this was Jungkook.
The hybrid he’s been living with for barely three weeks. Apart from knowing that he’s 22, has a naturally annoying disposition, and works part time at some restaurant (cafe?), he knows very little about Jungkook at all.
And he’s convinced Jungkook only does it to get rises out of him; it works every time. But then comes an actual question— absent of Jungkook’s usually over-the-top flare. What does it mean?
Yoongi plops onto his bed with another sigh. He has no idea why Jungkook would ask such a weighted question, and he tells himself he doesn’t want to. Chalks it up to another one of Jungkook’s stupid games.
——
“Yoongi, did you fax those reports I talked to you about earlier?”
Yoongi takes a deep breath before picking the phone up. “Of course, Mr. Han.”
He hears a clap of old, chapped hands, “Great. After you’ve arranged the memos for tomorrow, come to my office for a word.”
Feeling his heartbeat accelerate, Yoongi gasps softly, a little caught. “Oh! Um, yeah, I’ll be there!”
And with no reply, Mr. Han hangs up. Yoongi nearly slams his head on the desk, shoulders slumping with the weight of the whole 15 second conversation.
Mr. Han was his new boss, as he was the liaison between the university’s internship program and the company itself. It was a communications firm, a sort of vendor to larger companies who needed writers for their important, technical documents. Like instructions, guides, brochures. The firm makes up teams of researchers and writers to formulate these documents for the general public.
Yoongi’s place in all of this is from the outside, looking in. He writes memos for the intern team, faxes documents, files transcripts for meetings, etc. He doesn’t hate it by any means; a paid internship is rare itself, and he’s grateful it isn’t pure torture. The only issue is that his new boss likes to raise his voice quite often. Not even to express anger or be mean, but his voice is just naturally very booming. It’s a small gripe that adds to the stress of constant deadlines.
Sighing, Yoongi opens the folder with all his memo drafts, and begins typing. Mr. Han told him to focus on the upcoming meeting, and to stress attendance was mandatory. Writing boring documents like this one weren’t bad either as they were a rather simple task.
After sending the draft to Mr. Han’s secretary, Yoongi reluctantly rises from his chair to make it over to his office.
Yoongi takes his lunch break after all of his team returns from theirs. He could smell that they’d been to a barbecue place and his stomach immediately rumbled. His own instant ramen lunch suddenly seemed a lot less appealing.
He went to the food truck across the street, sitting at the small bar stuffed between two older men eating very loudly. He didn’t mind. Yes, he wishes he wasn’t eating alone. However, he’d be a thousand times more willing to eat here than in the sad, dull break room at the office. He’d forgotten his airpods at home, thanks to Jungkook, who decided he likes to wake up early to work out in the living room with a sleeveless hoodie! Yoongi grabbed ramen and some extra change sitting in the catch-all by the door to buy some coffee on the way to work. His face burned so red as he’d shamelessly watched Jungkook’s arms flex with each individual curl for longer than necessary—his tattoo sleeve turning into an oil slick on his arm, black ink shining in the morning sunlight. He imagined Jungkook must have done it on purpose to make Yoongi flustered. What a brat, he thought as he took another bite of his lamb skewer.
He can’t help but wonder what the hybrid was up to right now. Is he studying? Maybe he was at school, meeting up with good friends to get work done together. Yoongi thinks Jungkook is the type to constantly thrive in the company of others— a social butterfly.
The man to his left brushes his elbow against Yoongi’s as he gathers his things to leave, mumbling a polite apology. Yoongi shrugs it off, doing his best to take his mind away from Jungkook and throw himself back into his shitty job after his break ends.
——
Jungkook rubs his hands down his face as he tries to wake himself up. It’s his day off of school and no shift at the cafe, and he already knows Yoongi is at work today.
He groans to himself at the thought. The adorable human was probably out to lunch with attractive coworkers, letting them buy him drinks. He feels rotten and sour but determined. As soon as Yoongi’s rejection settled into his heart, weighing it down like a block of lead, he knew he had to prove him wrong. He was going to court the human with as much energy as he could muster. He would make sure Yoongi would see him as a suitable mate who is more than capable of taking care of him in every way. He’s nervous, wondering if he would even realize what Jungkook is trying to do even if he’s a human.
Jungkook’s hybrid status tends to complicate things, especially when it comes to partners. He’d never gotten past the courting or “talking” phase, which scares him in this case. Yoongi is so precious, secretly caring and considerate. He’s so cute, several inches shorter and smaller framed. When he first laid eyes on Yoongi, his heart was soaring. The human smelled of natural lavender and mint, complimentary to Jungkook’s tangerine and vanilla. Every time he looks at him, he has to fight his instincts to grab him and hold him, scent him and mark him. He dislikes his possessiveness because the human isn’t even his to feel that way about!
His mind returns to the look on Yoongi’s face after he blurted out his request to take him out on a date. He was playing it off as if he was teasing but sincere, hoping that the blush rising up Yoongi’s cheeks indicated that he was also interested in him. He must have misread his fluster as nervousness instead of discomfort. He watched the moment slip right through his fingers, as the human’s face morphed into one of annoyance— no, no, no— and he was brushed off like a mild inconvenience.
Heart thumping heavily in his chest, he wonders if he should follow his plan to court the human. He knows that the likelihood of being accepted is low, but he has to try. His body and soul have attached themselves to the small human, and even if he’s rejected again, he needs to be close to him. He’ll be by his side when Yoongi inevitably finds someone else to fall in love with.
He ignores his deep thoughts, getting out of bed to get some cleaning and homework done. He hopes Yoongi will notice the clean apartment and think he’s the perfect mate.
“God, listen to yourself— You sound ridiculous,” he says to his reflection as he continues to wipe the mirror clean. His ears are folded down showing just how nervous he is.
As he settles down after a quick shower (which means sitting in a chair but legs and hands shaking with jitters in anticipation for Yoongi’s return home in the next few minutes) to do some homework, he consoles himself with a plan to give Yoongi a hug tonight. Nothing crazy, just a hug! Maybe rub his scent onto the human.
Something to make Yoongi blush a pretty, pretty pink. Nothing more.
_____
At home, Yoongi almost wishes he could let himself give into Jungkook’s antics. The hybrid stood to attention immediately after Yoongi stepped through the door. Before he could remove his shoes, Jungkook crowded him into the door, using his height and general largeness to cage Yoongi into his grasp.
“What the hell, J-Jung–”
“Why do you smell like that, hyung? Was someone getting too close to you?” Jungkook asked, eyes zeroed in on Yoongi’s neck.
“What? Jungkook, l-look, I don’t know what you’re talking about—” he begins to reply, but Jungkook cuts him off by leaning down to rub his nose against Yoongi’s neck. “What are you— J-Jungkook….”
The heat from his cheeks was quickly spreading down his body, all the way to his toes. The spot where Jungkook’s nose was touching his neck felt like it was the source, a touch quickly turning into a burn.
“You smell like someone else, hyung. You should only smell like you,” he whispers, absolutely unbothered by how flustered Yoongi is. He adds, “And me,” quieter.
Yoongi’s stomach drops low into his gut. As Jungkook begins rubbing his cheek against the same spot of his neck, where the skin slopes into his collarbone, Yoongi comes to a realization that makes him want the floor to swallow him whole. He squeezes his hands into fists, which are still clutching his lunch bag and house keys at his sides.
“Jungkook…. The only person that got too close to me today i-is you. I-I don’t need you to s-scent…. me— or whatever you’re doing.”
Jungkook either doesn’t hear him, or ignores him, and brings his hands up to Yoongi’s waist to push him into the door. He uses his strength to hold him there tightly— as if Yoongi could even bring himself to move. He hates that it’s not just Jungkook’s grip keeping him pinned down, it’s how good it feels to be wrapped up in Jungkook. The boy must have just showered, hair damp and skin scrubbed clean. He smells like lavender, which makes his mouth go dry because that’s his body wash he’s smelling. It brings another level of warmth to his flustered state. He hates how his body is reacting as if he has no control over it. He feels so small, with Jungkook leaning so far down to reach his neck. Holy fuck .
“I need to. Your scent is so much better,” he says, punctuating himself with feather-light kisses on Yoongi’s collarbone, his cold lip ring contrasting the heat of his lips.
Seemingly satisfied, Jungkook releases Yoongi with a smug smile. Yoongi’s eyes fall to his feet, one still clad in its shoe. He knows his face and ears must be glowing pink. What the fuck , Jeon Jungkook.
The hybrid goes back to his spot on the couch still wearing his smug face and ears standing up happily. He presses play on whatever he’d been watching before attacking his roommate with…scenting. Yoongi slowly takes his other shoe off, completely relying on muscle memory to carry him through his typical evening routine. When he gets changed into his sleep clothes, he’d thought about taking a shower, but realized with a blush that he didn’t actually want to because wouldn’t that wash Jungkook’s scent off of him? He covers his face with his hands, feeling his hot skin against his palms. He knows since he’s just human, he can’t smell what Jungkook smells like, outside of human product’s influence like Yoongi’s own body wash.
Groaning softly, Yoongi decides not to shower because Jungkook could corner him again if his scent is different— so soon after he just scented him. He wishes he could hide in his room for a few days, trying to forget the heat that spread throughout his body while he let himself get man handled.
He shakes himself vigorously to prepare himself to go into the kitchen and make himself dinner. If Jungkook tries anything, he’ll be ready! He won’t fall into a flustered mess again! The big, annoying hybrid won’t see it coming. Yoongi is sure of it.
——
His resolve is harder to uphold than he thought.
The next day after the scenting incident, Yoongi and Jungkook both have classes to attend as it’s only the second week of the semester. It surprises Yoongi that their schedules line up extremely well. He has a required social economics class at 10:30, and Jungkook has a class at 10:45.
“I made coffee, hyung,” he says softly, rubbing his eyes.
He’s already dressed for the day, big sweatshirt and sweatpants. He looks painfully cozy. His ears are flopped over lazily resting on his fluffy black hair. Yoongi hates how badly he wants to reach up to pet his head.
“Oh, thanks,” he mumbles, grabbing his mug and filling it halfway with coffee and the other half with milk.
“You look cute in the morning,” Jungkook says, sipping his own cup of coffee.
Yoongi fights the urge to blush, keeping his face as neutral as possible.
“No, I don’t.”
Jungkook’s laughter fills his ears, completely engulfing him in a bath of joy. His laugh is so contagious. “Why deny it, hyung? Do you have any idea what you look like to me?”
Yoongi chugs back the rest of his coffee, just for something to do. He wishes his life could be easy. Wishes Jungkook wasn’t so adamant at making him so flustered—or so damn attractive that Yoongi can’t help feeling embarrassed to be around. Why couldn’t his roommate be normal?
He doesn’t give Jungkook the satisfaction of an answer and goes to put his jacket and shoes on. The hybrid follows suit, and they have no choice but to leave together.
The bus ride was less painful than Yoongi had expected, but in hindsight, he definitely spoke too soon.
The driver stops to pick up more people, interspersed with other hybrids. A cat hybrid takes the last empty seat next to Yoongi, and simply by the nature of public transport, the hybrid’s shoulder and thigh squish into his slightly. Typically, the contact would bother him, and he’d retreat into himself more so as to give himself space. But his other side was taken up by Jungkook, who seemed to try his best to press as close as possible to Yoongi despite how much room there was for them before the bus filled up at the next stop, so he had nowhere to go.
“Hyung,” he hears Jungkook whisper, lips brushing the shell of his ear, “Do you have enough room?”
Yoongi doesn’t have time to answer before Jungkook throws his arm over his shoulder, pulling him into his chest. If he’d relaxed himself enough, Jungkook probably would have pulled him into his lap!
Blushing, he turns his head to ask why he did that, but the issue gets worse once he sees the serious look on the hybrid’s face. His eyebrows are knitted together, ears folded against his head, giving way to his inner mood.
Yoongi can’t think of why he reacts this way, but something takes over him and he has to get the frown off of Jungkook’s face.
“Is it the scent?” he asks quietly, looking up at Jungkook through his lashes.
The hybrid nods, eyes boring into Yoongi's as if to say “yes” without using any words.
Yoongi wills his face not to flush any further, and he does something he’d genuinely never thought he’d do in his entire life! He turns back around, pressing his back into Jungkook’s torso, and he tilts his head to the side slightly to give access to the same place he’d been scented before.
Much to his chagrin, it takes Jungkook longer than he felt his patience would typically allow, opening up the opportunity for his face to flush darker and darker. The shells of his ears feel like they’re on fire, burning bright red.
Then Jungkook carefully places his cheek on Yoongi’s neck, slowly rubbing his scent into the soft skin. He makes quick work of it, snaking his arms around his waist almost as if he wanted to pull the human into his lap. Finally, he places a kiss on the now-pink skin, like a brand or stamp of approval.
“So good for me, hyung,” he murmurs, just below Yoongi’s ear.
Yoongi shivers.
“I hate you,” he mumbles back, squirming to move back to where he was sitting.
He has half a mind to console Jungkook more with a quick, “Don’t worry, I won’t let him touch me again!” about the other hybrid sitting next to him but pushes the thought down because Jungkook’s grip on him isn’t going anywhere.
Fuck.
When their stop comes along, Yoongi hops up quickly, before Jungkook can try to bring him back. His resolve not to let the hybrid get to him was dissolving quickly, even quicker when he couldn't get that strong grip out of his mind.
“You’re so cute, hyung. So ready to comfort me,” Jungkook says as soon as the bus pulls away to leave them at the stop closest to campus. “I need to do the same for you. Let me be the first person you think of when you need something.”
Yoongi shakes his head.
“I won’t need anything I can’t do for myself, Jungkook-ah,” he replies with a little less annoyance than he wanted.
“Oh, hyung. You expect me to believe that? What about when you can’t lift something heavy? What if you have an itch, you simply can’t scratch unless I’m there to scratch it for you?”
The suggestive tone he used brings a bright red flush to his cheeks, and he can’t help the gasp he lets out.
“It’s too fucking early for your insufferable ass.”
Jungkook laughs him off, bringing a hand up to rub at the nape of his tiny hyung’s neck, just below his hairline. The gesture makes Yoongi shiver, face still burning.
“No one will come near you today, Yoongi-hyung. You smell like you’re mine,” he says before winking and splitting off on a different path to his class.
Yoongi’s mouth falls open and he doesn’t even try to reply.
——
The next time Yoongi’s resolve is weakened happens by accident. Not that he wants to wonder why he couldn’t stand Jungkook or think about how he wishes he could let go and let the younger one court him.
He’s boiling some water for ramen and his hand slips as he grabs the pot, coming in direct contact with the boiling water. He puts the pot back down, shaking his hand in a panic.
Jungkook bounded into the kitchen after he most likely heard the hiss Yoongi let out. He doesn't know he’s crying until Jungkook starts wiping away his tears.
“Baby, what happened?”
Yoongi shakes his head, sniffling. Fuck, it hurts!
Jungkook grabs Yoongi’s shoulders carefully. “Are you hurt?” he coos, bending down to be face-level with Yoongi.
He nods and Jungkook lifts him to sit on the counter, slots himself between his legs. Yoongi lets out a deep breath, trying to focus on anything except his burn. Anything being the source of Jungkook’s attention and— his ears are standing straight up, flexed backwards to listen to whatever’s behind him, like he’s in survival mode. Fuck, the burn hurts so bad.
“Where?”
Yoongi shows him the angry redness on his palm, more tears falling.
“Noo, shh, baby it’s okay. Look, I’m going to put a treatment over it, and it’ll feel better.”
Yoongi’s heart stuttered at the liberal use of the pet name, a blush darker than his hand covering his entire upper body. He should have corrected Jungkook, told him off about being older than him—but he didn't feel older. With the tears drawing faint lines down his cheeks and the rather oversized hybrid standing between his legs, who was massaging burn ointment into his palm, Yoongi felt… younger. He looked up at said hybrid, feeling something jolt inside of him.
“There. I’m going to put a bandage on this now, okay?”
Yoongi nods softly, humming an affirmative tone.
After, when his hand is clean and hurt significantly less, Yoongi processes what just happened. He’d hopped off of the perch Jungkook had put him upon, landing inches away from the hybrid. His ears were slowly moving back to a relaxed position from where they’d been standing at attention during the emergency.
“Jeon Jungkook, who said you c-could—”
Jungkook offers an alarmingly gentle smile as he says, “You were hurt. I needed to help you.”
And, well, what could he have said in response? After the bus-scenting incident? Yoongi’s mouth was glued shut, annoyingly flushed cheeks squeezing around a deep frown. He looks down at his hands and tries his best not to think of the mind-numbing image of Jungkook’s tattooed hand rubbing his palm with such care. The way he threw him onto the counter in seconds. “Baby,” he’d said.
Yoongi spends the rest of the night in his room, ignoring how his heart was beginning to ache for the hybrid.
——
He shouldn’t have gone out for drinks. He shouldn’t have had so many drinks, countless shots, while out with his friends. He shouldn’t have let himself feel bad for not including Jungkook, who was currently resting his hand on Yoongi’s hip, keeping a close eye on him. He should have turned Taehyung’s offer down to go out for drinks and stayed in his apartment to appreciate how cute Jungkook looks when he’s doing homework, or laundry or watching tv or sleeping— He should have stayed at. home.
Because now, as he’s downing his most recent shot, maybe his fourth, Jungkook is looking absolutely delicious. He wants to stand on his toes and suck the skin of his jawline between his teeth. He wants to sit on his lap and kiss him, pulling that lip ring between his lips to force Jungkook to groan and grip his hips tighter.
“Oh, my god,” he mumbles, slurring, “I’m in deep shit.”
Jungkook doesn’t reply, as he’s in a conversation with Taehyung, right above Yoongi’s head. He has no idea why, but he loves that he may have to fight for attention. He knows exactly how to do it and win a flustered look from the hybrid.
He slides off of his barstool and bends at the hip to jut his ass into Jungkook’s thigh. He’s wearing thin jeans, and Jungkook is wearing jeans with holes going high up his thighs, so when his ass comes to him, it’s on his bare skin. Yoongi giggles, listening to Jungkook’s pause in the conversation.
“Hyung?” he hears Taehyung ask, looking extremely awkward when Yoongi looks up at him through his lashes.
The look makes his cheeks flush because if he was bent any farther, it would look like Jungkook was fucking him right there in the bar in front of everyone—
“I’m bored, Tae! No one is paying attention to me,” he complains.
Jungkook’s hand comes off Yoongi’s hip, and he almost whines out loud at the loss.
“Yoongi-hyung drank too much,” Jungkook laughs, beautifully, “Should we call it?”
Taehyung nods solemnly, and the pair make their way to the exit with drunk Yoongi in tow.
“I wanted more shots, though,” Yoongi pouts.
Jungkook’s arm is around his waist now, holding all of his weight so he doesn’t fall down. He looks down at the tattoos on the hybrid’s hand and grabs it to intertwine their fingers together.
“Much better,” he slurs to himself, lisping.
Taehyung calls a cab and the three of them are on their way home. Yoongi and Jungkook’s place was closer, so they got home first.
“Bye, Tae-ah! Love you,” Yoongi calls out with a gummy smile. The younger boy shakes his head, replying that he loves Yoongi, too and to let Jungkook take care of him!
“Why would he say that? Ggukie takes great care of me… I never ask,” he mumbles to himself as Jungkook is unlocking their door.
As soon as it clicks closed behind them, Yoongi wants to push Jungkook into the wall to kiss him anywhere he can reach and stand on his toes to kiss everywhere he can’t—
“Why are you so far away?” he asks as he pushes himself into Jungkook’s chest.
They made it into the kitchen and Yoongi had to chase him to get close enough for a hug! He was nothing short of scandalized.
“Baby you had way too much to drink. Why did you do all that, hmm?” he asks back, wrapping his arms around Yoongi.
He feels his cheeks heat up.
“ ‘dunno… it sounded fun. Wanted you to notice me,” he says before turning his face to hide it in Jungkook’s chest. “I don’t need— don’t want— I don’t know!”
The hybrid giggles at this, seeming to like where Yoongi was going with it. He leans down to rub his nose along Yoongi’s neck, a habit he’s gotten into any time Yoongi comes back from being out. It pulls a soft moan from the older, leaning his head to the side to give him better access.
“Want you to touch me, Gguk-ah. Y-you can do whatever you want,” he whispers, voice laced with excitement and lust.
Jungkook groans, lips grazing his neck in a teasing kiss. He moves his hands up and down Yoongi’s back as if he was trying to comfort him. But—no— Yoongi doesn’t want comfort, he wants kissing and grabbing, heated moans and groans. He wants Jungkook to take him right here in their kitchen so every time he comes into it, he’ll be reminded of how much of a slut he is—
“The sounds you’re making, baby. Look at you, grinding into me like you’re in heat. God,” Jungkook says, growling. “You drank too much. I don’t want you to regret what you’re doing right now. Wanna do it right.”
Yoongi finds himself pouting, “B-but I want you so bad.”
“Not tonight, baby,” Jungkook replies, playing with his lip ring as he moves Yoongi away from the corner they’d nestled into in the kitchen.
He makes sure Yoongi is clean and in bed (wearing Jungkook’s huge shirt and sweatpants because he couldn’t get Yoongi out of his room and definitely not because of any other reason), despite how much protest he’d gotten. He had him drink a glass and a half of water and eat a piece of bread before Yoongi passed out on his bed— Jungkook’s bed because even if he couldn’t let himself take full advantage of his hyung, surrounding him in his scent would be enough. (And Yoongi insisted, anyway, begging for a cuddle).
“Thanks, Gguk-ah,” Yoongi slurs happily, head falling onto the hybrid’s chest with a soft thud.
“You’re welcome,” he replies sometime later, after Yoongi is definitely asleep.
——
When Yoongi wakes up, his head feels like it’s wrapped in barbed wire, throbbing with every beat of his heart. He knows immediately that he fucked up last night. And worse than fucked up, he has an awful feeling he said things he’d never wanted to utter to another living soul—specifically a hybrid who has tattoos and whose bed he’s currently tucked into. Alone.
Fuck !
He can’t remember how he got there, just that at the bar, he ordered shot after shot of soju, chugging them back like they were water. And that Jungkook was wearing ripped jeans. He remembers thinking about what it would be like to sit on his lap with those jeans on, and despite how much his head is pounding with a headache, he feels his face fill with color. He covers his cheeks with his hands, willing the blush to go away in case Jungkook waltzes back into his own room to say something smug or give him one of his cute smiles with his ears all perky. Yoongi is in grave pain. Before he can make it out of the bed, he notices the water and painkillers on the nightstand. His heart stops for a beat.
Aside from saying stupid things and revealing to Jungkook that he doesn’t actually hate him, and the fact that he’s thought about how he shouldn’t have rejected him, he doesn’t think anything else happened. Jungkook may talk and flirt big game, but Yoongi knows he wouldn’t have taken advantage of the situation and his lack of inhibition.
He swallows down as much water as he can as he takes the pills. He tries his best to prepare himself for whatever Jungkook is going to tell him. The hybrid could be nice, carefully joking about how funny it was to see him that way. He could choose violence and berate Yoongi endlessly about how cute he was and make other obvious advances toward him. He could do neither and feel annoyed that he had to babysit his hyung who was probably too clingy with him and made him spend too much money on his drinks. What if he now regrets even asking him out all those weeks ago? Yoongi’s stomach drops at the latter option. He’s never seen Jungkook have a negative emotion around him, but he would understand in this situation. He’s annoyed with himself.
What he doesn’t expect is the fourth option, in which Jungkook is making breakfast without a shirt, offering Yoongi a soft smile. He looks so… boyfriend . It hurts. Especially because he feels so well cared for, and if Yoongi had any resolve left at this point, it was that he wants Jungkook to ask him again so he can say yes.
“You look rough, hyung,” he chuckles, “I made coffee. French toast will be ready soon.”
Running a hand down his puffy face, Yoongi shuffles over to grab a mug and fill it with coffee and milk. “Thank you for taking care of me,” he says quietly, sitting at their small table.
Jungkook turns around and sets a plate down in front of him, filled with french toast and two eggs. His stomach growls loudly.
“I like taking care of hyung,” Jungkook replies, searching Yoongi’s eyes as if to also say, “I wonder how much you actually remember…”
Yoongi nods, ears turning red. He starts eating his toast, which is infuriatingly delicious.
“I don’t remember much from last night… I-I’m sorry.”
Jungkook pins him with a look of such fondness, Yoongi has to fight the urge to cover his face with his hands.
“You don’t have to apologize, baby,” he replies, voice like honey, “I just need to ask you one thing.”
Jungkook leans against the counter, a smug smile taking over his face. Yoongi bites at his lip.
“Wh— Fine… What’s y-your question?”
“Have you noticed anything different the last few weeks?”
Yoongi shakes his head, jitters overtaking his hands and legs. He tries to think of what the hybrid is getting at and if it’s just flirting to get Yoongi flustered—which would make his poor hungover brain suffer greatly. He hopes it isn’t just teasing because it makes him feel so shy, makes him want to retreat because it’s always too much. At the same time, he can’t help but yearn for the teasing and flirting. He anticipates the hybrid saying just about anything to bring a flush to his cheeks, and it’s felt less and less overwhelming. He misses Jungkook when they’re not together and gets excited to be scented as soon as he walks through the door from work. So, he is shy and may have needed to be completely drunk to understand and communicate his feelings to Jungkook. But right now, he’s hoping it had been enough. He’s hoping the hybrid hasn’t given up on him.
“Ah, I guess I could have been bolder, but I sometimes like subtle messages,” he explains sheepishly.
He takes the chair next to Yoongi’s and pulls the two chairs flush together.
“Wh-what do you mean?”
“Hyung… Yoongi… Baby… I want you. I’ve done everything I can to show you how much I love you— to court you.”
“I love your smile when I make those awful jokes. I love seeing your pretty cheeks turn so pink with no more than a single touch. I love how clingy you are when you’re drunk— you could have killed me last night,” he says, hands cupping Yoongi’s cheeks so he can’t reach up to cover how quickly he’s turning red.
“Will you accept my confession this time?”
Yoongi gasps, lips falling open. He looks into Jungkook’s eyes, the warmth and openness inviting him in. He looks down to Jungkook’s lips, wanting to taste the metal of his lip ring.
“Yes, Jungkook-ah,” he whispers back, fighting the smile trying to take over his entire face.
He finds himself giggling as Jungkook grabs him and pulls him into his lap. He leans in to place a kiss on the corner of his mouth, right on his lip ring. Reaching up to pet his ears, the way he’s tried not to this entire time, he breaks out a huge smile.
“I’m sorry I was so much trouble. I-I’ve never met anyone like you… You pushed all of my buttons at the same time and I-I couldn’t handle— S-Stop looking at me like that, I can’t focus— my huge crush on you,” he stutters, throwing his face into the hybrid’s chest to hide after his confession.
His body feels like it’s on fire, burning everywhere, and he wants to get up and start running laps, jumping around to let some of his excitement out. He can’t believe his roommate, who he swore to hate forever, took it upon himself to be the sweetest being on this planet. He’s smiling so hard his face hurts.
Jungkook wraps his arms tightly around him, moving him higher up on his lap so he’s straddling his hips. Laughing breathlessly, he lets Jungkook pull his face back up so he can look in his eyes properly. Pink dusts his cheeks as he studies Yoongi’s face with an expression that makes him feel like crying happy tears.
“I want to kiss you,” he murmurs, eyes darting down to Yoongi’s lips.
“You should,” Yoongi replies, breathless.
He squeaks as soon as he gets pulled into the kiss, hands reaching for purchase on Jungkook’s bare shoulders. He tastes like maple syrup and— his hands are low on his hips, gripping his own shirt like he’s desperate and Yoongi is melting.
"God," Jungkook mumbles against his lips as they part, "Do you know you're making these little noises? Like a kitten. I'm losing my mind."
Yoongi shakes his head, covering his face with his palms, "Don't fucking call me that or might really do something stupid. Oh my god, I shouldn't have accepted you. You're so insufferable... Why did I think I could handle you... s-saying things like that?"
Jungkook only laughs, pulling him in to press kisses on his neck, beneath his ear, along his jawline. He kisses Yoogni's warm cheeks after moving his hands away. "You love it."
And he does. He loves Jungkook and all the ridiculous things he'll say to tease his hyung. He loves every bit of him.