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Really, what kind of punishment was this, even?
The warning bells in Jungkook’s head had already sounded a long time ago, they hadn’t passed in the game, and were supposed to do a forfeit that included eye contact and aegyo.
At this point, Jungkook was even willing to do fifty pushups if it meant not doing this punishment
With beseeching eyes, he looked at Hoseok, who was seated on the other side of Yoongi. Hoseok shook his head, wide smile etched on his face. That bitch.
Jungkook really, really, really didn’t want to be in close contact with Yoongi. He stole a quick glance at his hyung, then whipped his head back when he got caught looking. Shifting uncomfortably, he smiled awkwardly when the members urged them to move closer to each other.
Yoongi had an indifferent face on, Jungkook noted, as they were jostled to face each other, but for Jungkook, who had grown accustomed to reading Yoongi’s micro-expressions, he was panicking. They had yet to reveal their relationship to the members of the band, and if, if they gave the slightest indication that they were in one, they’d have to kiss their privacy goodbye.
The hyungs were talking, but Jungkook couldn’t hear them, lost in Yoongi’s eyes. He thought he heard something about a countdown, and shit-Yoongi was smiling. With The Gummy Smile™.
“Touch his cheeks” Someone pipes up, and whoever who said that should feel Jungkook’s murderous intent. Seriously, he doesn’t know how much he can take before he gives up the entire act and kisses Yoongi senseless.
Things didn’t look too bright on Yoongi’s side too. He was forced allow Jungkook to cup his face, which Jungkook did. Everyone started laughing and giggling so hard that Yoongi must have mistaken all of them for grown adults when they were actually high schoolers. But at that moment all he could focus on was how Jungkook had that stupid grin on his face.
Yoongi’s gaze was fond, infinitely so, but at least everybody else were so absorbed in cracking up they didn’t notice.
Finally, the ten seconds were up, and Yoongi quickly averted his gaze, feeling Jungkook’s hands pat his cheeks a last time before leaving his face altogether.
And if Yoongi were honest with himself, he’d know that the reason why his own fingers twitched was because he wanted those hands back on his cheeks.
But he doesn’t know that, at least he doesn’t admit it.
He lets Jungkook spoon him and whisper things into his ear though, kisses those tempting lips and tips his head backwards to nuzzle underneath Jungkook’s jaw.
Jungkook, on the other hand, smiles knowingly, bumps his cheek against Yoongi’s forehead and traces patterns absentmindedly against the skin of Yoongi’s belly.
It’s like this they plan to spend eternity. Together.