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“Hyung you kind of have to let go of the wall.”
“I’m fine right here thank you very much.”
“Hanging onto the wall isn’t roller skating hyung.”
“That’s fine with me.”
“Yoongi.”
Yoongi glares up at Jungkook and huffs as he lets go of the wall, his knees almost immediately locking as he rolls slightly away from the wall, “Disrespectful brat.”
Jungkook’s teeth are blinding as he pulls Yoongi towards him, Yoongi sucking in a breath through his teeth as he picks up unexpected momentum. Jungkook catches him by the waist, pulling them chest to chest as he presses a kiss to his temple and rubs at Yoongi’s skin through his hoodie as Yoongi rests his hands on Jungkook’s elbows.
Yoongi’s cheeks are dusted a light pink, a mix of embarrassment at his instability as well as an overwhelming amount of fond he holds for Jungkook.
“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this stupid shit,” Yoongi grouses and Jungkook chuckles, the sound reverberating in the miniscule space between them.
“It wasn’t so much a talk as a bribe,” Jungkook complains, referring to the fact that Jungkook now has to do the laundry for two weeks.
“I should have increased your sentence.”
“My sentence? It’s not like I’m serving prison time hyung,” Jungkook kisses his temple again, pushing himself backwards and Yoongi panics, the fabric of Jungkook’s sweatshirt (which is actually Yoongi’s) slipping through his fingers.
“Don’t let go!” Yoongi gasps and Jungkook stops, about a foot away, eyeing Yoongi who is awkwardly hunched over trying to keep himself upright.
“Roll to me.”
“I… I-I can’t,” Yoongi shakes his head, focusing on his feet as he rocks back and forth slightly.
“Yes you can, just push forward slightly and come to me,” Jungkook instructs and Yoongi continues to shake his head, “What are you so scared of?”
“What if I fall?” Yoongi’s voice comes out in a whisper and he can’t believe the ridiculousness of this situation.
There’s a small pause and when Yoongi glances up, Jungkook is smiling softly at him, “Don’t worry; I’ll catch you.”
Yoongi grits his teeth because Jungkook’s being cheeky again and if anything, he’s going to roll over there so he can hit him. With a new, spiteful goal, Yoongi overestimates how much power to put into a push and Jungkook’s eyes widen as Yoongi shoots forward, Yoongi’s nose smashing into Jungkook’s clavicle as Jungkook’s arms wrap around him and they go down.
Jungkook lets out a small groan, “Fuck, hyung, I didn’t mean attack me. Shit you have bony knees.”
“Fuck you,” Yoongi bites, embarrassed and well aware of some of the other skaters snickering at them, “I told you I wasn’t any good.”
“That’s because you won’t practice. Come on, get up, let’s try again.”
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Seven falls and four bruised knees (two of Yoongi’s, one of Jungkook’s, and one of a positively pissed off woman) later, Yoongi and Jungkook are slowly skating side by side. Yoongi has a death grip on one of Jungkook’s hands, because if Yoongi is going down Jungkook is going down with him, and he’s so concentrated on watching his feet that he can’t hold a proper conversation with his boyfriend.
Except.
“Thanks for doing this with me hyung,” Jungkook says, almost bashfully, ducking his head when Yoongi glances over and wobbles as his concentration is broken.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Yoongi mumbles, squeezing Jungkook’s hand and Jungkook squeezes back, “This isn’t so bad.”
Jungkook perks up, “Does this mean-”
“Hell no do you see my knees?”
“Hyung I’ve seen your knees redder.”
Yoongi glances questioningly over at him and when he sees the perverted way Jungkook is waggling his eyebrows, Yoongi elbows him in the stomach. Jungkook doubles over and accidentally pulls on Yoongi’s hand, who careens backwards and pulls Jungkook with him.
Yoongi shouts as he lands on his tailbone thoroughly bruised from all the falls he’s taken. Jungkook is groaning again, one hand held to the spot Yoongi elbowed and one hand held to the bump on his head.
“Can we please go home now?” Yoongi doesn’t beg, but he’s pretty close.
The extended hand is answer enough, the two of them limping off the rink.
-
Jungkook is humming to himself as he rinses the soapy bowl out, belly full of yukgaejang and sides hurting from a mix of soreness and laughter. He has a small smile on his face and he picks up a cup, only startling a little when hands press against his back and slide around to rest on his stomach.
Yoongi is quiet as he hugs him, cheek resting against Jungkook’s back as he continues to wash the dishes.
“Today wasn’t so bad,” Yoongi finally says and Jungkook chuckles, Yoongi’s head moving a little with the movement.
“Yeah?” Jungkook asks, dunking the spoons they had used under the water and setting them on the drying rack.
“Yeah.”
Jungkook turns around as the sink empties, wiping his hands on his pants before he places them on Yoongi’s lower back.
Yoongi has a pained look on his face as he looks at Jungkook and Jungkook is about to ask him what’s wrong until Yoongi starts off slowly, “I’m glad that… the person there to catch me when I fell was you.”
Jungkook’s heart jumps into his throat because Yoongi is being so open and vulnerable with him and Jungkook loves him so much.
“I’m glad you let me,” Jungkook settles on and Yoongi’s nose crinkles, making a tch sound.
“You’re so che-”
Jungkook shuts him up by kissing him. Yoongi huffs but the hands on Jungkook’s sides tighten and he tilts his head a little to accommodate the brushing of their noses and Jungkook is so, so in love.
“Can we watch that new drama? ‘Hwarang’?” Jungkook asks, pulling back and watching with a tight chest as Yoongi’s eyelashes flutter open, “That debut actor, Kim Taehyung, is really hot.”
“Only if you massage my knees.”
“You can’t keep bribing me to get what you want.”
“Then no drama.”
“Wait, hyung, come back I was kidding I’ll do-”