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Now, for any normal human being, knocking heard at their door at four o’clock in the morning isn’t really their morning cup of tea. So when said atrocious thing happens to him, a hibernating college student on summer vacation, Jungkook’s about this close to slapping the body attached to the hand that has decided to commit such a crime.
He all but throws the front door open, and is absolutely ready to voice his thoughts- damn well good- to the person standing there, when he catches sight of an angel.
His mind whistles at the sight of the sexy babe standing outside of their door.
And when a cheery, melodious voice leaves similarly sumptuous lips, he hears a, “Jiminnie! I haven’t seen you in years!”
A small frown mars his handsome- “narcissistic much, Jungkook?”- face and he leans against the door frame, arms folded against his chest, attempting- and very well coming across- to flex his taut biceps for the cutie.
He honestly doesn’t care who this guy came for, but he convinces himself that he’d be sinning if he didn’t use the chance to talk to him, “Me too-” He glances down and sees the guy’s name on his luggage, “-Taehyung! You look so different!”
Taehyung, laughs- and Jungkook feels glorious- and then picks up his luggage in one hand, “I know, it’s been what? Like 15 years?”
Jungkook nods his head enthusiastically- and hopes it comes off as convincing-, “Yeah, Tae. We were like super small back then.” Yeah, that seems vague enough.
Taehyung nods, and throws another cute boxy grin at him, before shuffling inside of their apartment and setting his bags down by the shoe closet. He twirls around and bows deeply to Jungkook- who freaks the fuck out, because what even- and rises back up, “You’ve gotta teach me all of our ways, Jiminnie! America has drained me of our roots and I need intense revival.”
Something seems to click in Jungkook’s mind then, because ‘this guy is probably a childhood friend of Jimin’s and came back from America to learn our culture and he needs Jimin’s help’. And, oh, Jungkook is so ready to help him.
“Well, for starters, nobody bows like that anymore.” He starts off, shutting the door behind him and locking it.
Taehyung stares at him with chocolate, doe eyes and raises his eyebrows, “Really? How do we greet people then?”
Jungkook steps forward into the light- coming from their hall, that Jungkook had managed to turn on in his sleepy haze before opening the door- and sees Taehyung more clearly.
The babe has beautiful, evenly tanned skin that is visible from various cuts in a white long sleeve shirt- that seems DIY’d from scratch- and luscious, soft brown hair that falls down smooth and lavishly. His lips are coated cherry red- probably from a chapstick that Jungkook is very willing to to taste- and long eyelashes frame beautiful orbs. Taehyung is nibbling at his lower lip, awaiting Jungkook’s answer, probably, and he snaps out of his revery to reply, “Come closer, I’ll show you.”
Taehyung nods and waddles a little closer until they’re only a couple feet apart. Jungkook opens his arms wide and inviting, “We hug each other.” He says, simple as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
A small, “Oh” slips from Taehyung’s lips before he slips into the space between his arms and hesitantly puts his own pair around Jungkook’s shoulders.
Jungkook encases Taehyung around a thin waist and pulls him in to press them together, obtaining a small gasp from the smaller.
“Mhmm, just like that, Tae. You’re doing very well.” He says, rocking them gently in the hallway.
“O-okay.” Taehyung whispers, and rocks along with him.
Jungkook’s super satisfied with his choice of a thin black t-shirt going to bed that night- his usual choice, shirtless with only boxers, probably would have scared Taehyung off and he wouldn’t have gotten his hug- and pats himself on the back, thanking the deities for his luck.
After what seems like a solid minute or so, Taehyung extracts his arms away from Jungkook and pulls back a little to step away.
Jungkook looks up in surprise- from where he had made nest in Taehyung’s smooth neck- to ask, “What are you doing?”
“I-isn’t that enough? How long are we supposed to hug?” Taehyung fidgets with his digits along the way, plucking at the bottom of his shirt too, and Jungkook wants to smother him- because, fuck, how can someone be this cute.
‘Sixty-nine seconds if that’s okay with you baby’ Jungkook wants to say, but instead says, “Two minutes solid. That’s like standard protocol.” His tone comes off serious- well the best that he can get it to be, because he’s sputtering absolute bullshit at the moment-, but Taehyung still seems to hesitate.
“Are you sure? That seems pretty long for a greeting hug.” He says, avoiding eye contact.
Jungkook shrugs with a, “We’re very friendly people.” and pulls Taehyung back into an embrace.
Taehyung wraps his arms around Jungkook again, albeit a little looser this time, and steps into his space to make it easier for them.
Jungkook hums and continues with the swaying silently.
Taehyung takes the time to spread out his hands, and realises that- ‘Wow, Jimin has a really good body, he must work out a lot’- when he’s pulled out of his thoughts suddenly.
Jungkook is groping at his butt- groping at his butt- and Taehyung immediately shoves him off.
“Oh my God! Jimin, what are you doing?” He asks, pushing himself back further against a nearby wall.
Jungkook chuckles then, and for the first time since they’ve met one another, Jungkook smirks- his usual settling face- and stalks over to him.
Taehyung scrambles back to realise his back is hitting dry wall, and slaps himself mentally because ‘what the fuck, never corner yourself- rule number 1 of like life’.
Taehyung doesn’t even have time to side swipe the guy and run around him because he’s already too close, and whatthefuckohmygod. He gulps, and watches as Jungkook hovers over him intimidatingly.
Caging Taehyung in with both of his strong arms, Jungkook leans in and nuzzles the soft skin at the crook of his neck. Being so close to his pulse, Jungkook can almost feel how fast the smaller’s heart is racing in his chest.
He pulls back a little to look into Taehyung’s eyes and chuckles lowly when he sees him standing still as rock, “You know what I’m going to do to you now?” Jungkook provokes teasingly.
Taehyung’s eyes widen, and all too fast close shut before he’s tilting his head back and screaming at the top of his lungs, “Please don’t take my innocence! I still wear a chastity ring! Oh my God!” He’s squirming vigorously now and slapping his arms in every which way, trying to ward him off.
Jungkook pulls back immediately in horror at his shouting, and shakes his hands in front of him, trying to shush him, “Hey, hey! I’m sorry! I was just joking! Please stop screaming!”
Tears are now collecting in Taehyung’s eyes and he’s yelling way too loud to hear Jungkook’s pleads, and fuck Jungkook is so dead.
A distant door slams open, and along with it comes the wrath of Park Jimin, “What in the bloody hell is going on out there?!”
If the room was filled with idiot messengers, and Jimin was King Leonidas then this would be Sparta, because damn is he mad, “Jeon Jungkook, I swear to God! I feed you, I give shelter to you, and this is how you repay me? By waking me up at fuck o’clock in the morning? You assh-”
He stops with it when he sees what’s happening in the hallway, “Tae?”
Taehyung doesn’t say a thing, because he’s doesn’t know how this guy knows his name; but, it doesn’t matter because he came to save him, and lord almighty, thank you. He scrambles out from against the wall at the speed of light, and hides behind the new orange headed presence- whoever the guy was-, “P-please save me.”
Jimin doesn’t move as he feels his childhood friend holding on to him for dear life. All he can think about at the moment is possibly impaling Jungkook with one of the lamb skewer sticks he always eats with Yoongi, “What did you do to him? He’s terrified!”.
“To rest my case, you never told me you had an insanely hot childhood best friend.”
Jimin glares blazing holes through his head, as he replies very, very carefully, “Well, obviously,-” He wraps an arm around a slightly shaking Taehyung next to him, “-there’s a reason why, isn’t there?”
Jungkook gasps, “Jimin, how could you?”
Taehyung pops his head up, “Jimin? Wait, you’re Jimin?” He asks, poking a finger at his chest to confirm.
Jimin nods his head, and takes Taehyung’s face to burrow into him again, soothing a hand through his hair, “Yeah, Tae. I’m Jimin.”
“Then who’s that?” He asks, pointing an accusing finger at the raven hair.
Jimin rolls his eyes, “That’s Jungkook. My asshole of a roommate slash idiot little brother.”
Taehyung whips his head up then, “I don’t remember you having a little brother.”
“We adopted him after you moved away.” Taehyung’s mouth forms an ‘o’ and he nods in understanding, “And I’ve been living in hell ever since.”
Taehyung chuckles when he hears an offended, “Park Jimin!” from Jungkook.
“Well it’s good to know that I didn’t at least come to the wrong address.” Taehyung says, smiling. Jimin laughs and pulls away from him, to wave him over, “Hey why don’t I show you to your room. We can get you settled in, and call in a night” He pauses and adds, “Or morning. We’ll discuss things later.”
Taehyung carries the only bag that Jimin didn’t manage to get and follows him down the halls. Before he can turn the corner though, he hears a, “Better watch out for your innocence in your sleep, Taetae.”
Jungkook wolf whistles after the babe sends him a glare accompanied with a high blush on pretty cheek bones.
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When they actually all manage to get the fuck up, they decide to make breakfast.
That, apparently, and very evidently is the worst idea ever, because Jimin ends up getting part of his hair burnt off, Taehyung almost hurls a knife at Jungkook (purposefully or accidentally nobody will really know), and Jungkook himself, who rarely steps foot into the kitchen, attempts and fails at making pancakes.
“We’re getting fucking pizza.” Jimin grumbles as he storms out of the kitchen, hair still smoking a little at the sides.
He leaves Jungkook and Taehyung to themselves in the kitchen, and Taehyung doesn’t really know how it happens but Jungkook has him cornered up (once again) against a kitchen counter.
Taehyung stares at him in disbelief, “You’re such a fuckboy.”
Jungkook only smiles down at him with half-hooded eyes but doesn’t reply otherwise. Taehyung continues, “Like literally. You’ve got it all. You’d probably flirt with a plant if you could, you’re buff, probably a gym rat, and you’ve got an ego the size of the atlantic.”
As if he doesn’t hear a word of Taehyung’s half-rant, he says, “You’re really hot when you’re angry and I really want to get into your pants right now.”
Taehyung groans out loud at his fuckery, and pushes Jungkook to the side, shoving past him.
Jungkook smirks and leans against the counter, both elbows supporting himself as he watches Taehyung leave hastily, calling out, “Nice ass, babe!” which results in another frustrated groan from the brunette.
When Taehyung arrives in the hall- where Jimin is on the phone with the pizza place probably- he plops down next to his friend and scoots closer.
When he’s done with the phone call, Jimin hangs up and wraps an arm around Taehyung, whom he knows is still probably traumatized from the night (early morning) before.
Taehyung looks at him, and whispers, “Dude you’re brother is such a brat.”
Jimin chuckles and whispers back, “I know. Tell me about it.”
Jimin smiles, and his eyes almost disappear, and Taehyung just sighs at the sight, because he’s just really missed that. That eye smile hasn’t changed since forever apparently. Jimin resembles his younger self a bit too much, and something tugs at Taehyung’s heart. Now that he things about it, he wonders how he could have mistaken Jungkook for Jimin earlier.
“You look exactly the same from when we were younger, Chimchim.” The nickname rolls out naturally as if only yesterday they were playing in their treehouse out back.
“How could you say that? You know how hard I’ve tried to lose that baby fat?” There’s a playful tone to his voice though, and Taehyung frowns, “First of all, I love your baby fat. You still have it on your face and it’s fucking adorable. So don’t you dare try and get rid of it. And secondly, I disapprove of this weight loss of yours and demand my chubby Chimchim bear back so that I can cuddle properly.”
Jimin chuckles at that, and rubs Taehyung’s back, “Aren’t we cuddling now?”
“Yeah, but like now you’re all just brick and cement.” He emphasizes his point by poking at Jimin’s abs, and pulls his finger back in mock pain. Jimin retaliates by poking his own finger at Taehyung’s tummy, and Taehyung squeals when Jimin hits a sensitive spot, “You’re still ticklish there?” Taehyung replies with a squirm and tries to get away from his arms, “Stop- stop it, Jimin!”
The two end up in an intense battle of tickles thrown here and there, and end up on the floor together. Jungkook walks in on them with pizza half an hour later, and they play a Disney movie and inhale the scrumptious food like they’re starved.
“We should go out after lunch.” Jimin suggests, after snagging the last slice of the pie from his brother.
Jungkook frowns and tackles him for it, grabbing it easily from his small hands, shoving it into his mouth- surprisingly all in one go-, and smiling down at the older one in victory.
Taehyung concurs, and swallows his bite, “Yeah! That’d be fun. We can go to the beach!”
Jimin gets all excited at that, and slumps his back against the couch’s footing.
“We can go to the one by the city square.” Jungkook suggests, and Jimin looks at him disapprovingly, “You’re not coming.”
Jungkook looks appalled, “What do you mean I’m not coming?”
“Taetae and I are going to have some bonding time- alone-, since you know we haven’t seen one another in like fifteen years.”
Jungkook continues to stare at him, “And?”.
Jimin rolls his eyes, “Jungkook, you’re not coming and that’s final.”
Jungkook looks ready to argue, but then something seems to flash in his eyes and he grumbles out a, “Fine” before getting up to take the empty pizza boxes away.
“Can’t believe he listened to me.” Jimin says out loud to no one in particular, staring off at where Jungkook had just left. Taehyung agrees with him, “Yeah, weird.”
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“When you called me last month, I thought it was a dream you know.”
Taehyung laughs when he hears this, “Yeah it would seem like that, wouldn’t it? I mean lost childhood best friend calling after fifteen years? Sounds like something straight out of a movie for sure.”
Jimin nods his head, and places his foot down carefully on the next rock, trying to steady himself on the downhill slope, “Yeah, and the next morning, I remember totally psyching myself out about how my dreams were like totally fucking with me, and Jungkook almost threw a vase at my face.”
Taehyung laughs and says, “I know you guys aren’t blood-related or anything. But how are the both of you so different?”
They find a nice place on a flat rock overlooking the sea at the bottom of the rock hill, and dip their legs in together. Jimin shrugs, “I mean we’re not that different. He just comes off like that. But he’s actually a really nice guy. And this is coming from his brother. You can’t get any more filtered through then that.”
Taehyung sighs, “He seems… difficult.”
Jimin pats him and then, “Just give it some time. I bet you guys would be great friends.”
Taehyung kicks his leg out and splashes some water on Jimin, who wails and does the same back. Ten minutes later, and after the both of them are drenched completely, they decide to abandon their post near the hill and run to the shore where the sun shines bright.
They lay down near the shade of the tall hill, and watch the clouds yelling out sporadically what they look like.
“That one looks like Yoongi.” Jimin says, pointing to one in particular.
Taehyung follows his finger and sees which one he’s talking about, “It looks like a rock.”
“Yeah.”
Taehyung glances at him and then back at the sky, “Seems like an interesting guy.”
Jimin chuckles and elbows him in the ribs to which he keels over, “So why did you decide to come back all of a sudden?”
Taehyung takes his time to answer, choosing to remain silent for some time; and Jimin feels like it wasn’t really the right question to ask.
“My parents died in a car accident last year.” He says finally.
Jimin gasps to himself, finding Taehyung’s hand next to his and clasps them together tightly, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
Taehyung rolls over onto his side and Jimin copies him, the both of them facing one another, “It’s alright, Chim. I’m over it. They’re in a better place and I know they wouldn’t want me to grief about it for too long. They’d say that I was too good for that.”
“You are.”
“Maybe.” Taehyung rolls back onto his back then, and stares back up at the sky, “I’ve been living with my grandparents ever since, and they’ve been teaching me about stuff that I never grew up with.”
“Our traditions.”
Taehyung nods, “I came here to experience the real deal, I guess? I don’t know, I just missed home. Missed the waves at night and missed our playhouse. Missed the school and missed you. I wanted to come back, and that’s exactly what I did. Woke up one morning, booked a ticket and called you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, and I remembered being really surprised that you actually remembered me. I remember whispering to myself over and over again that day, ‘fifteen years’ and ‘he still hasn’t forgotten me’. It was a good feeling, Jimin.”
“I really missed you, Tae.”
“Me too.” Taehyung hums in reply, reaching his hand out and trying to grab at the sun.
They lay like that catching up on old times, until the sun is soon to set and hours have flown by, “Let’s get back to the house?” Jimin asks, pulling himself up and then giving a hand to his friend.
Taehyung nods and gets up alongside him, dusting off his shorts, “Yeah.”
And they make their way back after grabbing a quick dinner at the shack nearby. ‘Fried seafood at it’s most natural, greasiest state’ as Taehyung would like to call it, and ‘diabetes in a wrap’ as Jimin would.
The day was good, and Taehyung falls in love with this place a little bit more.
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When they arrive at the apartment later, Jimin gets the heart attack of his life (hopefully this doesn’t happen on a daily basis), and shrieks hysterically, “Jeon Jungkook!”
The younger one pops his head out of his room, and glances knowingly at his brother, “Yeah, hyung?”
“Oh don’t you dare hyung me mister. Where the hell is all of my bedroom furniture?!”
Jungkook steps out of his room with a wide grin and walks over to his brother’s. He glances around in satisfaction, “He did a nice job. I should tip him better.”
“Who? What? Jungkook!” Jimin is desperate, because when his room looks close to how it looked when they first bought the stinking place, he’s having some trouble processing life.
“I paid Hoseok to clean your room out.” Jungkook he says, shrugging nonchalantly.
“You what?!” Jimin’s voice is raising by the syllable and Jungkook doesn’t even flinch, “Why’d you do that for?”
And suddenly, that little flicker of emotion that crosses Jungkook’s face from earlier in the day makes sense to him, because this is what he was planning when they were gone. This brat.
“Big brother, no need to get angry now. Come, let us sit in the hall and discuss this like civilized adults.” Jimin glares at him, and Taehyung follows the pair, settling down into the one seater as the two brothers take a seat on either side of the love sofa.
“So.” Jungkook beings.
“So?” Jimin questions.
“So…”
“Will you get to the point.” Jimin snaps.
“I’ve come up with an agreement for you to get your furniture back.”
“An agreement?”
Jungkook nods, “Yes. You see, Jiminnie. We both want things. Important things. And for us to obtain these things. Drastic measures must be taken.”
“Jungkook, I don’t like where you’re going with this.”
“You want your bedroom furniture.” Jimin nods, and Jungkook continues, “And I want Taehyung.”
“What.” It’s Taehyung who speaks this time, and the poor lad seems frightened.
Ignoring him completely, Jungkook continues, “And for our wants to be satisfied we must settle on a peaceful accord of sorts.”
Jimin looks at him pointedly, “What type of agreement are we talking about here?” He asks, eyes filled with suspicion.
“Jimin!” Taehyung screams, betrayed that his friend would even take such an idea into consideration.
Jungkook leans back against the couch, smirking, raising his arms to rest on the headrest, “You get your furniture back, and Taehyung-" He looks to the older, eyes half-hooded, "-sleeps in my bed for the rest of his trip.”
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