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Jungkook stepped up the stairs to Hoseok’s door. Normally they started work at 10, but today was a Sunday, meaning they started an hour later than they usually do.
Jungkook really liked taking Hoseok to work. Hoseok was like a steady boardwalk. You want to remember every step you take. Every step and the view that comes with it. Jungkook had a little crush on Hoseok when he had dated his older brother, even when he was unaware of his sexuality.
It was 9:30 and Hoseok always waits for the last ring to pick up if it isn’t Namjoon calling. Jungkook has yet to chill with Namjoon the same way he does with Hoseok but from what he hears about him, he sounds like an upstanding individual and Hoseok sounds happy.
Hoseok’s voice comes through raspy. “Hello?” He asks. Jungkook panics because it is kind of his fault that he didn’t let Hoseok know that he was already on his way. Jungkook explains his situation as he sits on the chair outside of their door, and subconsciously watched the snow drift around him.
Jungkook can see Hoseok’s tired face through the window when he arrives at the door. Right, away Jungkook is apologizing again for waking him so early.
“It’s really not a problem, but I’m gonna head back to bed for a little more. I didn’t sleep so well last night. Sit here and chill.”
Jungkook took a seat on the couch tucked away knowing that an alpha presence was in the other room, and he was younger and more inexperienced in life compared to Hoseok and Namjoon. Hoseok brought back and blanket and pillow for Jungkook, and he even draped the blanket over him like he was his child. Jungkook’s heart swelled at Hoseok’s smile, even half awake, Jungkook can tell that it was genuine.
On the other side of the door Jungkook heard Hoseok climb back into bed and the house was a calm quiet. Jungkook settled, and decided to play on his phone while waiting for Hoseok to wake up again.
About fifteen minutes later, Jungkook heard stirring through the gap of the door.
A voice, Namjoon’s, because he can tell Hoseok wouldn’t ever wake up singing the Lion King opening theme song. A giggle erupted from Hoseok.
Jungkook doesn’t find himself in the presence of both Namjoon and Hoseok often, but when he get snippets of them together before leaving for home some days. They seem like a couple that works, no matter what’s happened in either lives before each other, not letting the past affect their future.
Jungkook unknowingly daydreams that one day he would be able to wake up with someone the same way he’s just witnessed. His thoughts get interrupted by an off key song coming from Namjoon. A song that comprises of him repeating “watch out world, Namjoon’s awake, watch out world, etc” but then he remixes it and says, “and his boyfriend, he’s a pain in the butt” and Jungkook hears a muffled slap, followed by “ouch”.
“I like your song.” He hears from Hoseok.
“That was the rap version.” Namjoon responds enthusiastically.
There’s a shuffling sound and Jungkook hears them both groaning from stretching, it’s a relieving type of groan that he can distinguish that’s not at all sexual. No minds in gutters here. Not for Jungkook.
Namjoon starts telling Hoseok about a dream he had last night, one where he’s back in the ninth grade while Hoseok’s phone plays funny videos in the background.
Jungkook blanks and finds himself tuning back into sounds from the other room. A video of a little girl being cute, and the both of them adoring her.
“Awww, I love her already. Kinda wanna….. makes mee…………” He hears Namjoon steps around the words carefully as if he gonna take it back before he even says it, the hesitation.
Before he even finishes the thought aloud, Hoseok answers. “Yes??? Yes!!! Right now? Right fucking now. Let’s do it.”
There’s a sheer panics that sets in under Jungkook’s skin right before he hears Namjoon’s frightened repsonse. “No. No! Babe! No no no no no!!!!”
For a second Jungkook thought Hoseok had forgotten that he was there but he calms down when the joking on their side of the door calms down. Also, they’re both men. So like. They have to go out and like. Get one.
Jungkook can’t exactly hear what’s being said on the other side of the door but he knows Hoseok is speaking. “…………..turkey basting……………” is all he heard and he wonders to himself.. What the hell is turkey basting?
Before Jungkook can look up anything, Namjoon opens the door and Hoseok is clinging to him like a koala on it’s tree. Namjoon makes a show of trying to push Hoseok off, but there’s no fooling anyone. He’s not really trying at all.
Hoseok takes a seat at Jungkook’s feet on the ottoman. There’s an unlit blunt in his hand and Namjoon takes his seat at the opposite corner of the couch from Jungkook and searches for something on the giant(!) TV. Hoseok lights the blunt and takes a long drag before breathing it out. His eyelids rest like he just took a breath of oxygen. He takes another hit and hands it to Namjoon. “Kookie smokes too, but just a little bit.”
Hoseok leaves to cook breakfast and Jungkook feels 200 pounds heavier. The pressure of smoking with someone like Namjoon is a little intimidating. Of course there was the thought that he might’ve coughed extremely heavily in front of him, but the fact that he was an inexperienced smoker smoking with people who do it everyday.
Yes, he has smoked with Hoseok before, but Hoseok is a reassuring force in his life. There’s something with Namjoon that feels like a whole other level. Hoseok has even said himself that Namjoon knows everything about him, but he doesn’t even know a fraction of Namjoon’s life before they met, and they’ve been dating for two or three years now.
Namjoon hands the blunt to Jungkook and runs his hand through his hair. Jungkook takes the blunt and inhales the smoke into his mouth before swallowing the cloud and breathing in regular air and watches as the mist rolls out of his lungs into the air. Like the smoke had just became the new oxygen in his system. Jungkook takes another hit, incorrectly this time just because he likes the burning sensation it causes in his throat and hands back to Namjoon.
Jungkook immediately starts dying. He shouldn’t have hit it like that the second time but he’s too stubborn. “You okay? There’s lives in the fridge.”
Hoseok comes back with a bottle of water on cue. Namjoon hands him the bud.
“This is the fight from yesterday?” Jungkook doesn’t know what it is, but inhaling something and speaking before blowing it out makes someone’s voice deeper. On Hoseok it isn’t really too terrible. For himself, he just tries not to die.
Namjoon looks around for the ash tray and the movement in him makes it seem like he’s aware of where he is, like he knows he has a place in the universe.
The conversation topic moves to how views on YouTube kill, and how nowadays that’s what people go for instead of content. And how advertisement these days has changed and the psychology of it. It’s more like Namjoon talking and Jungkook listening. But Jungkook never minds learning from the point of view of a person like Namjoon who sits with wisdom pouring out of his ears.
By now, Jungkook has taken five or six hits. Hoseok leaves the joint with Namjoon and tells him that Jungkook doesn’t want anymore. Jungkook never really goes past that many hits cause he’s usually feeling it already by then. Namjoon doesn’t look like he’s listening though, cause it’s the climax of the fight and he’s really into it.
Jungkook is high as he takes in the way Namjoon breathes in his first hit. He let’s the smoke billow out of his mouth looking like thick velvet and breathes it in again with a small hiss. He continues talking, the smoke tumbles out between his words.
Namjoon and Hoseok make it look like a Goddamn art form.
The blunt is soon being handed back to him, and Jungkook takes it without question, not wanting to deny a guy like Namjoon. He emanates a feeling that Jungkook finds he can’t deny. So Jungkook takes two more deep hits. No more.
After the fight, the conversation dies down. Namjoon offers the blunt again, but Jungkook is way too high for more so he turns it down and Namjoon puts the blunt out completely.
The TV starts to play Vixen by Miguel and soon he can’t be bothered to finish typing whatever it was on his phone.
He starts bopping his head to the music, every strum of the guitar reverberates it’s way through every fiber of his being. Jungkook held back because he knew he got lost in music but the music picked back up and finally, he lets go and finally he felt weightless.
“It’s good, right? You never heard this song?”
“No, I haven’t. It feels really good.”
Hoseok starts yelling from the kitchen. “Kookie, you never heard this song!? Your brother is the one who put me on to Miguel!”
Jungkook let’s all his stress go with every liquid word rolled from Miguel’s mouth and he can feel tears brimming his eyes. “Yo, are you good?” Jungkook shakes his head no. Namjoon signals for Hoseok to come over.
“It’s feels so good.” The music slows in its final minute and Jungkook feels himself swaying with it like slow ocean rolls through his body. “The music hits so hard. I’m never gonna be this high again. This is the chillest moment of my life!”
Hoseok yells from the kitchen. “Kookie, are you okay???”
“I can’t breathe Hobi-hyung!” Jungkook starts crying full tears in front of Namjoon. “I can feel everything down to my fingertips!” he yells through his tears. His volumes escalates from every sentence and Jungkook ends up yelling.
There’s a confusion from Hoseok and Namjoon. They don’t know what to do.
Every vibration rolls through Jungkook’s body, heightening the stand of every cell in his body. Every single obstacle that Jungkook had been through spilled from his eyes, every tear he ever cried flows from his fingertips, every thing Jungkook was stressed about finally deteriorates, and the feeling is overwhelming. He can feel every thing slow as the song does. “Everything slows to a Goddamn stop!” He takes a deep breath, it feels like his first and last one before he yells, “THANK GOD.” He takes a breath, and then, “THIS IS A GODDAMN FANFICTION.”
He stops before taking another breath, a deep inhale that doesn’t feel like it’s doing anything, Jungkook feels like he’s losing his shit and Namjoon and Hoseok don’t know what to do so they laugh it off. Jungkook is saying some hilarious shit.
“Is someone fucking recording this!?”
“Kookie, stop! There are people upstairs sleeping!” Jungkook doesn’t find it in himself to care at that moment and continues his breakdown. The music has stopped by now and his high spiked to the best thing his body has ever felt. He doubts he will ever feel that way ever again.
“I think I just had the best orgasm of my life.” Namjoon laughs from his spot on the couch. “I think I just took my own damn fingerprints. I gotta hit my boy up.” Namjoon and Hoseok both laugh as tears roll down Jungkook’s cheeks. “I should buy a lottery ticket.” Jungkook’s breaths are calm, but tears are still flowing from his eyes.
“No, you’re just high as fuck.” Namjoon seems to have enjoyed the show. Jungkook sure as hell did.
“What the hell did you guys give me?” His voice is weak. Jungkook finally finds the strength to wipe away his tears. He can’t be bothered to be the least bit embarrassed that something like that just happened in front of Namjoon and Hoseok, his role models, his mentors, before breakfast was even ready.
-
Namjoon and Jungkook are seated at the table, finally eating breakfast, and somehow Namjoon is talking business philosophy again, and his words feel like the song that was just playing.
He can hear Hoseok singing in the shower, past the living room, where there’s more music coming from. Jungkook is bopping his head again, and Namjoon’s words start to feel like the lyrics to the song. Jungkook smiles wide; there’s rice in his cheeks, like a chipmunk.
“I don’t think I can drive.” he says when it’s time to leave for work. He’s still tripping. The air feels solid and malleable. He worries he won’t remember the wise words spoken from Namjoon today. Every blink and every breath is his old self grasping onto reality, a glimpse into the real life if he really concentrates. He’s still tripping.
Jungkook tries to calm down on the twenty minute ride to work. He can’t stop feeling every nerve in his body. Not to sound like a stoner but Jungkook really doubts he’ll ever be the same.
He walks into work with eyes bloodshot from the weed and swollen from the crying and he’s pretty sure everyone knows that he’s fucking high. But then someone asks if he’s slept at all and everyone passes it as lack of sleep. How lucky.
Every once in a while Hoseok asks if he’s okay, always a smile on his face. “I’m okay now it’s just like. I don’t know what to feel anymore.” Hoseok laughs at the reminder of this morning every time he thinks about it. Every time Jungkook thinks about it, it feels more like a dream or that he’s dissociating.
Jungkook is okay enough to drive by the end of their shift. Jungkook musters up enough courage to ask Hoseok. “Can I eat with you and Namjoon-hyung?”
“Yeah! Absolutely! What are you in the mood for?” Jungkook finds that Hoseok often answers without hesitation.
Jungkook feels like a little brother learning or from his cool older brother or a nephew and his wise uncle and auntie.
-
Jungkook is eating with Namjoon on the couch. As soon as he sat down, Namjoon asked if he was alright again. Hoseok is off preparing a drink. He planned on getting fucked up tonight. He yells something from the kitchen to Namjoon about someone coming over in a little bit.
Hoseok comes back and places himself between Jungkook and Namjoon. They eat in peace. Namjoon’s team won and he got hyped for ten whole minutes, at one point picking up Hoseok and spinning him around, almost knocking down the cup of alcohol.
Hoseok smacks his arm in fake annoyance, “Babe! You almost spilled the juice!” He gets put down right on the spliff he just rolled and pouts. He picks it up from under his thigh and lights it, soon passing it to Namjoon.
“That looks really bad.”
“The drink?” Namjoon realizes after he takes a hit, “Oh shit. I was gonna tell Hobi to ask you. Like we got our own personal mixer right here.” Namjoon offers the blunt to Jungkook but he refuses it (not so soon, especially after this morning).
“The drink is really strong.”
“It’s looks like watered down juice. How much vodka did you put? It’s only supposed to be an ounce.”
“I put half the cup.”
“That’s alright if you wanna get fucked up right away, but if you’re going for taste you have to control the flow of your pour since you don’t have a nozzle.”
Jungkook ends up making their next drink. An ounce of vodka, fill with cran-apple juice. There’s a knock on the door behind him while he pours the vodka first. He closes the bottle and heads for the door while shouting for Hoseok.
Jungkook opens the door to a small dark figure, a contrast to the snow that reflects the dark night sky. Jungkook leaned over and turned on the lights.
Hobi bounds toward the door. “Jimin-ah!!!”
“Ah. Hobi-hyung.” Jungkook stands frozen at the door. If Hoseok is sunshine then Jimin must be an angel. The purple glow creates an otherworldly halo around Jimin, who was wearing all black. Everything was confusing. What is going on? He didn’t take a hit this time but he’s pretty sure he’s still high. And now that he can see Jimin’s face, he might be having another episode. “This is the t-shirt you left at work.”
Work? What work? We were just at work and this… being.. was not at work. What is going on. “Thank you! Here’s the money I borrowed. Have a safe night.”
“Thanks..” Jimin’s eyes shift to Jungkook and he feels like he just been stabbed by the slants of his eyes. His eyes shift back to Hoseok before Jungkook can even inhale. “…hyung.” His breath puffs out in clouds in the cold air, almost like the way it does for Namjoon.
“Aish.. This cute kid.” Jimin ducks his head and half his face is magically hidden by the thick hoodie that envelopes him. He turns on one foot and just like that, he’s out of the foyer and out of Jungkook’s sight. Hoseok closes the door after making sure Jimin is safe in his car.
“He’s cute right? He’s got such an ass too.” Without asking, Jungkook knows that his number is somehow going to end up in his phone. Hoseok is always trying something.
Hoseok pours the juice into the cup and they make their way into the living room again.
“What was the t-shirt thing hyung? I’ve never seen that guy in my life.”
Hoseok looks at him like he’s extremely confused. “Wha-? Ohh!! Oh honey, have you never been apart of a trade? It was weed.”
For a second, Jungkook gets confused too. Hobi is way too loud for an exchange. Other than that, that guy looks way too soft to be apart of a drug cartel.
“If you’re thinking about that guy, he really thought he was delivering a t-shirt to me. He’s honestly too cute to be apart of a drug cartel. That, and his cousin would never let him be apart of one.”
Hoseok hands the cup to Namjoon, and Namjoon trades it for the blunt. Namjoon takes a sip and hums. “That’s good shit, Jungkook.” He can feel pride swell in chest and a nagging in the back of his mind reminding him he has to go home or he’ll get in trouble, but he’s reluctant to leave such strong presences. His role models. (Not that his brother isn’t a good influence, it’s just a different type of mindset and he doesn’t feel nervous around them, he feels calm. The calmest he’s ever been.)
The conversation from there flows back to business, and Jungkook is definitely high, because words shouldn’t sound so lyrical.
It’s probably the contact high.
-
Jungkook walks into his house with shock. There’s lights strung up in his living room and some twirl around the railing leading upstairs. The room is dark, besides from the light coming from the kitchen, but Jungkook feels at ease at home for the first time in a long time.
He puts on Vixen again and stands in the large gap in the living room.
Again, he can feel the strum of the guitar in his body, his fingertips tingling with a feeling of freedom, and he moves.
Jungkook dances until he can’t breathe and the words from Miguel tumble slowly, as does his limbs. The song ends. Only his brother is home. He goes to his room and prepares for bed.