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OSFTSB Ch. 8 ~ Obtuse

Shuffling up to his doorstep Yoongi could see Kim Taehyung leaning one arm casually against his door, eyes glued to his phone. Clearing his throat, the mop of black hair flopped to the side as he snapped his head up and met eyes with Yoongi. A bright smile followed and Yoongi couldn’t take his eyes off of the boxy shape of Taehyung’s mouth. After his gaze lingered for a touch too long, he brought his arm up that was holding a black plastic bag.

“Hope you weren’t waiting long, I stopped to pick up some drinks.”

Taehyung shook his head and pushed off of the door so he could step back and let Yoongi through to unlock his apartment.

“Not at all. Just a little over 30 minutes.”

Stepping forward, the blonde pulled out his keys and slid it into the lock, he began to turn it but stopped halfway through the motion and snapped his head in the other man’s direction.

“What?!”

Seeing Taehyung’s lips slide into a smirk, Yoongi punched the man in the arm without any power and grunted, “Jerk,” before going back to his task and let them into his apartment. Once inside, Yoongi reached for the bag of food that Taehyung had with him. Passing it off easily, the taller man strode through the front door and made his way to the kitchen bar. Yoongi passed by a few seconds later and began to pull out plates and utensils. He didn’t really know what drinks to buy so he ended up with a variety of sort. Soda, juice, banana milk and even beer. He couldn’t drink any but Taehyung had worked all day he might want some.

“What type of job has you working nights?”

Yoongi continued pulling everything out of the bags and didn’t bother looking up to answer the younger.

“I’m a DJ at Kush 109.3 keeping the nightbirds company and hopefully keeping their eyes open instead of in the back of their heads as they drive.”

The younger nodded, he hadn’t thought that the man would be a radio DJ but it made more sense as to why he was able to have blonde hair, he didn’t work at a straight laced, business clones company.

“Your voice is soothing, you would think they would have more trouble staying awake on the road.” He spoke as if he was thinking to himself but still said the words loud enough for Yoongi to hear. It made the tips of his ears turn a light shade of pink as he pulled out the last of the drinks onto the counter.

“Ah, well that’s what the songs are for. I actually get some creative liberty and don’t just have to play that Top 40 shit so I like to mix things up every now and then. Let some underappreciated or not very well known artists shine a little. Open request hour is a good time too. Some of the shit that people request is… Hah, well it’s fun.”

“Hmm, I might have to tune in one night.”

Yoongi raised his gaze to Taehyung’s eyes searching for some type of insincere but politeness. He didn’t find any. No, all he saw was a sincerity that was refreshing. He didn’t outwardly smile but he was on the inside.

“Sure,” he shrugged.

Taehyung looked over the spread that Yoongi had laid out and pointed at the drinks.

“That’s a wide variety you got there. Oh! Banana milk, Jungkookie’s favorite.”

A cough filled the air. Yoongi hadn’t even realized that he had bought it. He didn’t like banana milk much but somehow he still couldn’t break the habit of buying it when he was in the store. He ended up giving it to Namjoon every single time. Luckily, Namjoon didn’t remember the significance of the drink otherwise he would be giving the elder a hard look that Yoongi really didn’t need. Some things just didn’t change. This was one of them.

“Oh, yeah, yeah it is. Do you like it too?” The other man nodded.

“Strawberry is my favorite but I like banana too.”

Yoongi hummed and then began filling his plate with the pad thai that the younger had brought.

“Help yourself and don’t be afraid to grab a beer. I just bought a bit of everything since I don’t know what you like.”

With his plate full, he left the kitchen and brought it into the living room. He had a small dining room but he never used it and it felt weird to start now. Yoongi preferred to just eat at his coffee table with the television on. He didn’t turn it on tonight but he placed the remote nearby in case the younger wanted it on. It wasn’t long before Taehyung had joined him and with not only a beer but a banana milk. He raised a brow at the drink choices but said nothing. Instead he took a sip of his cola and then picked up his chopsticks.

“Hyung, thanks for letting me stop by.”

Having just shoved a large portion of noodles and chicken in his mouth, Yoongi could only raise his eyes to the younger and stare. Chewing and swallowing a little faster than he normally would, Yoongi tried to reply quickly.

“Uh, you’re welcome but you want to tell me why you’re here?”

He watched as the man began to pick at his food and it only made Yoongi wonder once again what the hell was going on. He didn’t feel like much had transpired between them for this, whatever it was, to be occurring. Somehow it didn’t feel right to phrase it as such so Yoongi kept those thoughts to himself.

“ You’ve been friends with Jungkook for years now. You know him better than me I’m sure so I- I’m just not sure how I’ll be able to help with uh whatever is going on.”

That was so smooth Min Yoongi. Stumbling over his words like he did, embarrassing. Though he still didn’t know how to word it properly. Taehyung didn’t seem to care if anything he seemed to nod in understanding. Everything had been very vague so far. Yoongi needed a little more clarification. Taehyung ate a few bites while Yoongi let him collect his thoughts and perhaps string together a sentence that was a little more cohesive than his last.

“I fucked up and I really just don’t know how to get him to talk to me. He’s avoiding me at work, even going to lunch with Mihyun and won’t return my calls.”

Yoongi looked up from his lashes at the man who sat across from him in the middle of a rant. Did he really just complain about Jungkook going to lunch with someone other than him. Yoongi’s shoulders shook in silent laughter. It felt like 6th grade all over again but it was kind of cute that Taehyung cared so much about his time spent with his best friend. There that word was again. Cute. He couldn’t seem to escape it lately with Taehyung. Hmph. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that.

“Is it that bad tha he’s going to lunch with this Mihyun person.”

“Yes!”

The amount of intensity that Taehyung put into that one word had Yoongi’s eyes open wide as if he had just seen a ghost pop up in front of him.

“I mean, no. Well, yes. Mihyun likes him, she always has and she can’t have him.”

Now, Yoongi couldn’t hold back his laughter. He laughed and he laughed and he laughed. The expression on Taehyung’s face was one of annoyance. His brow furrowed as he stared at Yoongi not comprehending what was so funny.

“I’m sorry Taehyung but you sound like a jealous lover and I mean I guess you could be. Are you?”

If Yoongi had thought that Taehyung’s words were funny he had never seen how expressive the younger could be. His whole being radiated him being appalled and that was hilarious in itself. This time Yoongi bit down on his lip to reign in his laughter. So, that was a no. Guess they aren’t lovers. It could happen. Raising his hands up in surrender, he then pressed his hands together and apologized.

“I didn’t realize you could be so obtuse hyung.”

“Obtuse?”

That through Yoongi off his guard. It wasn’t something he had ever been called before and he had always been a little prideful on his careful observations. Taehyung was shaking his head.

“Bunny,” Taehyung let out a sigh, he couldn’t stop using that nickname for some reason. Maybe because he missed his best friend more than he usually did.

“I mean Jungkook and I will never be lovers. He’s attractive sure. I mean I’ve groomed him myself to be sex on legs.” Yoongi began to hack up a lung as he choked on a piece of chicken at what Taehyung had just said. He mouthed, “Sex on legs?” but the other man was continuing as if Yoongi hadn’t just about died.

“But I’m not interested in his dick. Touched it once and that was enough.”

“Once?”

Taehyung waved his arm in dismissal, “Story for another time hyung.”

Yoongi just nodded wide eyed at all the information he had just gotten.

“You can call him bunny, Tae. I understand who you mean now. Don’t press yourself.”

After a few more bites, Taehyung smiled softly at Yoongi. His heart may have just skipped a beat.

“I miss him. I think that’s why I keep using that nickname so much lately.”

Yoongi nodded in understanding.

“Anyway, remember that picture that I took of us that night.”

Yoongi set his chopsticks down and just raised his gaze to Taehyung’s willing him to continue with the topic he had brought up but it seemed the younger was waiting for confirmation.

“The one you deleted.”

It wasn’t a question but a statement because Yoongi expected the man to delete it like he had originally told him to do. Though a little voice in the back of his head said he might want to look at it just one more time. Taehyung nodded, pulled his phone out from his pants pocket, fingers flying over the screen as he found what he was looking for then slid the phone across the coffee table for Yoongi to look at. His large hand reached for the phone pulling it closer to himself and he looked down, eyes immediately drawn to the picture of them that Taehyung was supposed to delete.

Jesus, it really looked like they had just fucked. It was an image that Yoongi quickly realized he wasn’t actually ready to see and maybe he wouldn’t be for a long while. He sucked in a breath and tried very hard not to let his thoughts wander to what could have happened that night. He was just about to say something about not deleting the picture when his eyes saw more of the screen he was looking at. It wasn’t just the picture but it was in a text message. A text message to a number Yoongi wouldn’t ever forget and a name that matched with Taehyung’s nostalgia.

Yoongi zeroed in on the date that the message was sent and it took him a few seconds to figure out that it was indeed the same night that they spent together.

“Fuck.” He muttered under his breath so softly that even Taehyung couldn’t hear it. This was not what he had expected at all. He wasn’t quite sure what to feel. He was still confused though. How did this picture cause any problem between Jungkook and Taehyung. Sure, it looked like Taehyung had sent his best friend a picture of his latest conquest but even still that wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

“Okay, so you sent it to Jungkook. I’m still not sure what the problem is. Are you sure the two of you don’t have a thing?”

An exasperated sigh filled the space between then and then Taehyung through his hands up in the air. He took a long swig of the beer he had almost forgotten about in the importance of the topic.

“So fucking obtuse.”

Yoongi��s eyes narrowed as the words that were said to oneself were still heard by the other. How was he obtuse? Sure, maybe Jungkook and him didn’t have anything between them but friendship but anyone in this situation would come to that conclusion considering the context that was missing from that picture. If Jungkook wasn’t talking to Taehyung then he had to have some type of feelings for his friend. It wasn’t that crazy of an idea.

“He misses you.”

Yoongi looked and felt like he was just slapped across the face. Misses him? Did he hear that right? A part of him had fluttered, jumped in joy but the majority of Yoongi was just lost. He understood that even if Jungkok missed him it was in a platonic way. They had been such good friends, family even for so long. Yoongi would never lie to himself, he missed Jungkook. A lot. A whole fucking lot. This was better though, this distance. He licked his lips, opened his mouth then shut it again.

“So, he won’t talk to you because he misses me? I’m not following here Taehyung. Just spit it out.”

The open attitude that Yoongi had walked through his front door with was starting to close off. The alarm had been rung and his walls were ready to raise and slide into place. Taehyung looked like he was struggling with finding the right words to use but Yoongi couldn’t help him with that.

“Hyung, we both know what happened three years ago. He accepted that as well as he could have but seeing you again, it’s only made him miss you more then I shoot him this really deceiving image. Of course, he would be hurt. It looks like I’m flaunting spending time with you in his face and well a bit more than that.”

“And that’s my fault how?”

Taehyung dropped his chopsticks onto this plate and annoyance flashed through his eyes before he bit it back down.

“It’s not. It’s mine but we still hurt him and I’ve been trying to fix things but he won’t let me in. He normally lets things go in a couple of days or at least tells me what the hell he’s thinking but it’s been radio silence. Please hyung, help me.”

Yoongi licked his lips again. He didn’t really know what to think. Namjoon was wrong. It was laughable how that of all thoughts floated through his head was what Yoongi was thinking about right now. Confusion clouded Taehyung’s face and Yoongi was soon wondering what was going on in the youngers mind. He wore his feelings so obviously on his sleeve. It was helpful for the most part.

“Namjoon what?”

Oh shit. Shit. Shit. He actually said that aloud? What? He had said that aloud. He really said that aloud. God damn it. This wasn’t a topic he wanted to broach. Looking away, his ears were fully flushed and there was no way he could stop Taehyung from seeing it. Not that, that even mattered right now.

“Uh nothing. Just a random thought.”

He took a three long swallows of his cola, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and then looked at Taehyung once more.

“You think Jungkook will talk with me if he won’t talk with his best friend?”

The nodding that Taehyung was giving him made the corners of his lips twitch. He looked like a bobble head doll that got flicked, it just kept going and so enthusiastically.

“Positive! You have no idea. Jungkook still ha- He would, I promise.”

Yoongi chose not to comment on what Taehyung stopped himself from saying. He was curious but now just didn’t feel like the appropriate time to get side tracked. The blonde hummed to himself before picking up his cola again.

“And what should I say? Explain that you were a lousy lay and it won’t happen again?”

Did Yoongi just say he shouldn’t get side tracked because clearly he didn’t mean that. Taehyung’s expression of indignation was the perfect reply.

“Yah, I’m a fantastic lay thank you. Rock your world.” A chopstick was being pointing at Yoongi with such conviction. He only smirked as he rose his eyes from the chopstick and pushed it down with the tip of his index finger.

“I would be the one making your world rock.”

How that snarky banter that was dripped in flirtatious attitude slipped past Yoongi’s lips was beyond him. He hadn’t intended on it but Taehyung had just pushed the right buttons. It was only for half a second but he watched as the younger’s eyes widened in a pleasant surprise before training his expression not to give anymore away.

“And Jungkook used to say you had no game.” The man snorted and that made Yoongi laugh. He pointed with his chopsticks at Taehyung and then his food.

“Finish your food, I have to leave for work in a little bit. I’ll talk to Jungkook for you but I make no promises that this will go the way you plan.”

“Thank you, Yoongi hyung. It won’t fix everything but it will help. Thank you so much!

The smile that broke out across Taehyung’s face was once again the sun’s rays. Yoongi was only more sure that Kim Taehyung was the sun personified. He liked it. He hadn’t felt this warm from just being around someone in quite awhile.

It was nice.

Really nice.

Dinner with Taehyung after the main issue had been addressed had went really well. It was a lot of fun, Taehyung was hilarious and it made Yoongi really relaxed. He was going to need a couple red bulls tonight since he barely got any sleep during the day. That was mostly his own fault but at least his belly was full of good food and laughter. He wouldn’t mind hanging out with Taehyung again, maybe call him to grab a drink sometime. They had each other'sothers phone numbers and this time it felt like the he could actually use it to just chat with the man rather than, I’m giving you my number so if you fall ill on the walk home you can call me and I’ll take your sick ass home. Friendship status had been obtained even if Joon had thought it was something else.

As he walked through the streets of Seoul once again, Yoongi couldn’t help but think of their parting earlier.

“Hyung, who is Namjoon and why was he wrong?”

That had been awkward but he managed to fumble through it.

“A good friend, family really. You don’t really want to know what he said.”

Eyebrow wiggles and a suggestive, “Yes I do.” left the elder in a fix.

Licking his lips, “He uh, he said you wanted to talk because you thought I was hot.” Yoongi couldn’t even hold Taehyung’s gaze he was so embarrassed at saying that aloud. His heart was hammering in his chest, it left a lot open.

“Oh.” The surprise was there so Yoongi chanced a look.

“Well, you are hot hyung. I told you that many times that night. I mean Sexy Leather Hyung is your name in my phone and I would have definitely let you fuck me that night if you hadn’t been so honorable or some shit.”

Did Yoongi say his heart was hammering before? He clearly didn’t know what hammering was until now, he kept his gaze on Taehyung’s warm brown eyes.

“But I’m glad we didn’t. You missed out on a real fine piece of ass, Yoongi hyung.” The teasing and laughter was there but Yoongi didn’t feel any of it. He covered his hand with his hand and grunted.

“Right…” He shifted his gaze to door handle his hand was gripping as he turned it and pulled the door open.

“You wouldn’t have been able to handle the aftermath anyway.” A smirk was given and the topic was dropped just like that.

Shaking his head, Yoongi cleared the memory from his mind. He had told Joon, Taehyung is Jungkook’s best friend. Not happening. He sighed and kept walking through the busy hustle and bustle of people still trying to get home after work and after evening pit stops. He didn’t actually have to be at work until 9pm today but he had wanted to get there early and do some off the air work.

A strong vibration could be felt in his pocket since he had his hand in the same pocket that he had slipped his phone into. Pulling it out, he looked at the caller ID and was surprised. Seriously, speak of the devil. Yoongi stared at the name Jungkook for another moment before finally sliding his finger to answer the call.

“Hello?”

The voice that filled his ear was not Jeon Jungkook’s, he pulled the phone away to make sure that he had read the characters right on his phone, he had so he placed it back at his ear.

“Hello? Yoongi-ssi?”

“Who is this?”

“Ah, sorry. I’m Bae Jinwoo-”

“Where’s Jungkook?”

Yoongi was no longer moving but standing stock still in the middle of the sidewalk, ignoring the angry glares he’s getting from people around him for stopping short and not moving with the flow of traffic.

“He’s here. That’s why I’m calling.”

“Jinwooooo, come dance with me up here.”

Yoongi could hear what sounded like a distant Jungkook in the background slurring his words but overall sounding rather excited. He didn’t really understand what was going on.

“Jungkook-ssi, one moment. Ah, J-Jungkook-ssi wait.”

He was contemplating hanging up because he wasn’t very fond of whatever game was going on. He didn’t need to hear what was going on between this Jungkook and Bae Jinwoo person. However, a nagging in the back of his mind was saying what if Jungkook isn’t okay. So he stayed put but his left foot was tapping in impatience on the cold hard concrete.

“Sorry, sorry about that Yoongi-ssi. As you can see Jungkook is a little intoxicated.”

“A little? Why are you calling me, just take him home.”

“Are you not his partner?”

“Partner? No, what the fuck?”

“Ah, I just assumed the heart next to your name and ah, I’m sorry for bothering you but he needs someone to look after him and I just met him an hour ago so. Should I call his mom then?”

Yoongi’s fingers were pinching the bridge of his nose. It was no fucking wonder that Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook were friends. They can’t handle their liquor and go out unsupervised when not talking to each other. He let out a big sigh and glanced at his watch. He technically still had time but…

“Fuck, no. Don’t call his mom. Where are you?”

Bae Jinwoo gave him the location of a jazz bar him and Namjoon used to frequent here and there. Jungkook had gone there once with him when it had first opened. Weird, it hadn’t really been his scene then but perhaps Jungkook’s tastes have changed since. Who the fuck knew, Min Yoongi didn’t. Changing his direction, he headed back to the last bus station he had passed to hopefully catch it still. He was going to kill these kids.

It took Yoongi 20 minutes to get to the jazz bar and when he burst into the usually quiet establishment he did not anticipate to see the scene before him. The bartender was laughing so loud and this was probably the only reason that Jungkook hadn’t gotten kicked out of the bar. Jungkook had hijacked the live band’s stage and was making it his own show. His suit jacket nowhere to be seen, his tie draped around a saxophone players neck and his shirt was unbuttoned more than halfway down, he was currently rubbing his hands up and down his chest while rolling his hips in a rather sensual way, soon to be sliding his hands down his thighs as he “slut dropped” or so Seokjin would say.

Yoongi stared at the scene transfixed for a few moments before another bout of laughter rumbled deep near by and the words of another asking if this would become a permanent act in the future broke the spell. Walking over to the bar he gave the man who was lusting openly over Jungkook the dirtiest look he could possible give then pulled out his wallet and handed his card over to the bartender.

“I’ll pay that fool’s tab.”

Yoongi looked over his shoulder at Jungkook and shook his head. He couldn’t believe this is what he was seeing. Jungkook was reaching for a man who was near the stage, he looked like a deer caught in headlights. Jungkook’s arms wrapped around the unfamiliar man’s neck and he whispered something into his ear which had the other man shaking his head and trying to get him to step down from the stage. The band looked amused which was something.

“Don’t worry about it Jinwoo already paid and the kid’s been cut off.”

Well, that was a relief.

“Who would have known he couldn’t handle his liquor. What a 180 from when he first waltzed in here.” The bartender chuckled again. Yoongi put his card and wallet back and then grabbed the suit jacket that was sitting on a chair. There wasn’t anyone else around and the bartender gave him a reassuring nod. Apparently, he had been expected by more than just Jinwoo.

Yoongi made brisk strides into the lounge of the bar and stopped once he got to the stage.

“Jeon Jungkook, get down right now.”

He sternly said to the younger male. Jungkook stopped trying to dance with Jinwoo and wobbled his way closer to where Yoongi stood.

“Taehyungieee!”

What the fuck?

“When did you get so short?”

Yoongi’s jaw clenched but he wasn’t about to get bated by a drunk man. Grabbing Jungkook around the waist he pulled him towards him and lifted him off the stage onto the floor. Fuck the kid was heavier than he remembered. Yoongi may be short and he may not have muscle mass like Jungkook or Seokjin but he was still able to flip both of them over if he truly wanted to. Didn’t mean it was the easier maneuver either.

“Ooooh, impatient.” Jungkook slurred in Yoongi’s ear and he hated that it sent a shiver down his spine. It wasn’t even two seconds after Jungkook’s feet had met the floor that he started to rub himself up against Yoongi. He wasn’t sure if this was something that the two generally did when they went to clubs or of this was because the younger was drunk but Yoongi needed him to stop.

“Jungkook, we’re leaving. Let’s go.”

“Noooo, TaeTae, dance with me first. Just one dance.” He whined and pouted before biting his lip in a seductive way.

Yoongi let out an exasperated sigh, Jungkook was really fucking drunk if he was acting this way.

“I don’t have time for this. We can dance at home.”

Jungkook had both of his arms wrapped around Yoongi’s neck and was curling a blond lock around his finger as his eyes tried to focus on Yoongi’s but kept looking at his nose, lips, eyes and repeating the motions. He swung his head to the side and smiled brightly at his hyung.

“Promise?”

“Yeah, yeah, promise. Let’s go.”

Yoongi wrapped his fingers around Jungkook’s small wrist and pulled his arm off his shoulder. He kept his arm wrapped around the younger’s slim waist for support. He didn’t want the man to stumble and fall. Looking to his right he saw Jinwoo?

“Sorry for the inconvenience but thank you calling and looking after him.”

Jinwoo waved away the words of thanks as if it was nothing but he looked a little embarrassed about it all. Yoongi didn’t say anything else, instead he squeezed Jungkook’s side in a small indication for him to start moving.

“Come on, let’s get you home.”

The whole way home Yoongi was unable to get Jungkook to realize that he wasn’t Taehyung and he had just given up on trying. It didn’t matter. It was obvious that the kid wasn’t going to remember any of this in the morning. He really wished he knew just what Jungkook had to drink that night. He had never been poor at holding his liquor but he wasn’t that bad. However, at least with Jungkook he was able to confirm his address unlike with Taehyung. That was a plus and another one was that he didn’t actually live that far from Yoongi. By the time they had made it to the peeling green door of Jungkook’s the man was much quieter. Sleeping was beginning to call to him but he was still saying all kinds of crazy things. He talked about pizza rolls being better than puppies which even Yoongi thought that was ludicrous. Jungkook also informed him of how starving he was for a dish that he had never heard of and refused to repeat because it was the most disgusting combination of food he had ever imagine and he wouldn’t let that live in existence again.

Sticking his hand in Jungkook’s pockets earned him a couple of slaps on the hand.

“No gettin’ frisky!”

Yoongi only rolled his eyes more and pulled out the keys he had been looking for.

“You wish that was what I was doing.”

“Ew TaeTae. I don’ know where that things been.”

Jungkook’s eyes traveled down in the direction of Yoongi’s crotch and then back up to his face with a disgust that had Yoongi laughing. So, those two would never be lovers. Got it. He had very clearly asked something offensive earlier to Taehyung that night. It was pretty funny. Though if he thought about him and Joon, well he would have to react in the same way. Namjoon was like his younger brother and he could never picture him in any other light. No, the mere thoughtthough was giving him chills and not in a good way.

Getting Jungkook into the apartment was the easiest thing he had done all night. As soon as the boy was in, he was throwing his arms wide yelling “Home sweet home!” and then he promptly began stripping. And to think Yoongi had gone through the trouble of buttoning up his shirt. Ah, the tie. Oops, looks like the saxophonist earned a new tie. Oh well, if the only thing Jungkook lost was his tie and perhaps a bit of his dignity that wouldn’t be such a bad thing. Yoongi walked in picking up uping the clothes that Jungkook was littering all over the floor. He landed on the couch and curled up. Yoongi wandered until he found Jungkook’s bedroom and tossed the clothes in a corner of the bedroom, at least now they were out of the way. Then he went back into the living room and knelt on the floor next to the man’s head. His eyes were closed and he was breathing softly. Yoongi’s hand reached up and before he knew it his fingers were running through his dark silky locks.

“Mmm…” a soft moan, Jungkook had always really enjoyed when someone would play with his hair. There was something that just comforted him and could even put him to sleep by it. It was something that Yoongi and him shared.

“Hyung, why am I like this?”

Yoongi shifted his gaze from the top of Jungkook’s head to a full view of Jungkook’s face. His cheeks were flushed pink, thanks to the alcohol and his lips, that perfect cupid’s bow of his was plump and glistening as the younger probably just licked his lips. Jungkook’s nose had always been a little angular and when he was younger he had been a bit awkward but now the man had grown into his features well.

“Hmm, like what Jungkookie?”

“I dunno. Annoyed. Confused. Why did you sleep with Yoongi hyung?”

A sigh slipped out of Yoongi’s lips. He didn’t know what to say and he felt awkward hearing what wasn’t for his own ears to hear. He would feel really bad about this in the morning if Jungkook was to continue even though the man should know that Yoongi isn’t Taehyung, their deep voices are kind of similar in a way.

“Shh, bunny. Let’s get you into bed. You need to sleep.”

The name bunny felt weird on his lips, wrong but Yoongi didn’t know what else to do. Jungkook needed to sleep and he needed to get to work.

“He’s my hyung.”

A deep chuckle filled the quiet of the apartment and Yoongi couldn’t help but smile. Jeon Jungkook, how do you always make me laugh with the simplest of words. He wondered that often before and it hadn’t changed. The man who was grinding so sensually and sexually that it made even Yoongi who was very annoyed with the younger shift in his pants just 30 minutes ago was being so adorable. A tad possessive but still adorable.

“Okay, he’s your hyung. Sit up for me, please. “

Jungkook groaned but did what was asked.

“Whoa so cool! The room is spinning. How did you do that?”

All he could do was shake his head as he pulled jungkook to his feet and helped him walk into his bedroom. Jungkook plopped down onto his mattress and immediately pulled his feet under the covers. Yoongi picked them up and tucked the man in.

“Hyung, cuddle. “ Jungkook pouted.

They cuddle? Hmm, not something him and Joon ever did but to each their own. Yoongi shook his head though, he really had to head into work now. He plugged in Jungkook’s phone that he had in his pocket.

“I can’t. I have to go to work.” jungkook’s bottom lip jutted out even more and Yoongi was face to face with the most pitiful expression it rivaled puppies. For just a moment he wanted to abide by Jungkook’s wants and needs but he didn’t. He couldn’t indulge himself. Especially, not when the man still thought he was Taehyung.

As if on cue, “Taetaeeee, cuddle.”

Who knew that Jungkook was such a whiner when he was drunk off his ass. This was a new side for Yoongi to see. He had never seen the man this far gone before this made him chuckle. He may just have to tease him about it later. Leaving his side, Yoongi quickly got a glass of water and found the medicine cabinet. He pulled out a couple tablets to help Jungkook with his hangover in the morning. He ran his fingers through Jungkook’s locks a few times.

“Jungkook-ah, there’s water and medicine on the table. Take it in the morning, huh, bun?”

All he received was a groan that wasn’t words at all but he would take it as confirmation. Yoongi leaned down and pressed his lips gently against Jungkook’s forehead and then removed his hand watching as his locks fell back into place hiding the evidence of his kiss. He didn’t look back as he left and he may or may not have stopped at a store to buy porridge and place it at Jungkook’s front door since he had locked the door on his way out the first time.

“Jungkook is going to be hungover as fuck in the morning. Go over and check on him then. “

“Yoongi hyung? You saw Jungkook. Is he okay? Should I go now?”

“Taehyung, he’s fine. He’s sleeping, just check on him in the morning and you’re welcome. “ Yoongi hung up then and hurried to work. Shit. His boss was going to kill him.

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OSFTSB ~ CH. 7 Sexy Leather Hyung

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“Hyung?”

The hand on his knee, stilling his movements and the voice of the younger was enough to earn a grunt from the blonde haired man.

“You’ve been distracted all afternoon and now you’re fidgeting? Did something.. Happen the other night?”

The other night? What was Namjoon talking about. His left leg moved on its own trying to tap his heel to the ground once again. This time firm pressure pressed his foot to the floor and he was fully pulled back from the recesses of his mind.

“Nothing happened the other night.”

Namjoon had to be referring to the night that they had gone out which meant he wasn’t too far off the mark but he wasn’t thinking about that night. No, his thoughts kept floating back to the message he had received after work, way too early in the morning for someone who sleeps during the day. It had been an annoyance then and it still was once. This time though, Yoongi was annoying himself for not being able to ignore it. He was curious. What could Kim Taehyung possibly want to discuss? Hang out? No, it all seemed too weird. Yoongi had given the man a place to crash nothing more nothing less.

“A-are you sure, Yoongs?”

Instantly dark eyes were glaring at Namjoon and he recoiled,

“Hyung.”

So, he was not in the mood to entertain that nickname. Prickly today are we. Most of the time Yoongi would just ignore it but not when he was irritable. Tossing his pen on the coffee table, they were working on fixing some lyrics for a few of the tracks Namjoon was working on and Yoongi’s respectively. He didn’t have much time before he had to go to work but it was enough to get some things done. Well, enough if he could stop wondering about a certain text that kept niggling at the back of the mind every time he was about to put his pen to paper.

“I just don’t understand what he wants.”

Namjoon raised a brow at the man sitting next to him before he chuckled. It wasn’t quite like his hyung to be this dense.

“Another roll in the hay? Come on, Yoongi-”

“What? Another?”

Now, Namjoon was lost.

“Who the hell says roll in the hay anymore?”

Namjoon pointed a finger at himself but it was almost as if in question. Yoongi rubbed the stubble growing in along his cheeks and jaw since he hadn’t actually shaved in technically two days and he probably wouldn’t tomorrow either.

“So… you didn’t have sex…” He trailed off with his question, not really sure to go with this conversation since they both seemed to be getting confused.

Yoongi rested his forearms on his knees and raised his head up to look at his friend. He blinked a few times before finally sighing.

“No, we slept in the same bed and that is all. Well he might have been naked but it doesn’t matter. Nothing sexual happened. I don’t think sleeping with Jungkook’s best friend is the wisest decision even if he is-” Yoongi was rambling and he needed to stop. Cutting it off abruptly seemed just as good as a way as any. A lot of the damage was already done though.

“So, you are attracted to him. Hmm…”

The way the younger was looking at him had Yoongi narrowing his eyes. He didn’t like that inquisitive gleam in the others eye.

“No, I mean yes but no. No, Joon stop.”

“But-”

“He’s pretty.” The words were mumbled but Namjoon could hear him loud and clear. He nodded in agreement. Kim Taehyung was very pretty.

“I’m really seeing the problem here hyung. He was into you at the club.”

“He was drunk.”

“So his eyes don’t work? Bullshit, he knew you prior to being inebriated.”

Yoongi looked away from the younger, not wanting to see the truth let alone hear it. Hanging his head between his knees he groaned as Namjoon continued to rattle on with Pro-con list that was really just a pro list.

“Taehyung, that’s his name right?” A small grunt in acknowledgement and the younger continued, “Taehyung is contacting you even after you shot him down that night and just slept in your bed.”

His head shot up with a glare directed at his friend for knowing him too well.

“How do you know I shot him down? That he even tried something? He could have passed out before walking through the door.”

This only warranted a good chuckle from the man on the opposite side of the couch from him. Namjoon pulled his leg up onto the cushion as he turned towards his hyung, smirking.

“We’ve been friends for years hyung, I know you and I’m good at reading people. Those wrinkles in your brow tell me that the guy definitely tried to get in your pants at least once that night.”

He huffed before stretching out on the couch and leaning his head back against it.

“He may have tried a thing or two.”

Another deep chuckle filled the space between them and made Yoongi want to curl further into himself. He could never hide anything from the younger, which was probably why the man was his best friend. They had both seen each other through some rough times, Yoongi more so than the other but regardless neither of them had disappeared. Kim Namjoon was definitely the person who knew him best and at times he might even say better than his own self.

“Mhmm… So, like I was saying. I don’t see the problem. What did he text or call you about?”

“It’s Jungkook’s best friend.”

“Your point?”

“His best friend.”

A long silence stretched between them and Yoongi could feel the annoyance rolling off of Namjoon in waves. Heaving a sigh, he rolled his head to the right and opened his eyes so he could see his friend who was pinning him with an intense stare.

“Joon-”

“Don’t. I can’t even believe we’re going to have this conversation hyung. What the fuck does it matter who the guy is? Why are you tiptoeing still around Jungkook’s feelings? He’s made himself clear time and time again. Do what makes you happy. Not him. You. Be happy, Yoongs.”

“It’s not that serious, Joon.”

A sharp inhale of breath as Namjoon’s fingers pinched the bridge of his nose, he held it in for awhile before letting out the breath slowly. It wasn’t often that he got worked up but he had certain triggers. Jeon Jungkook was one of them.

“I wouldn’t have slept with him even if he had no relation to Jungkook.” Yoongi rushed to say in hopes of aiding to find the youngers zen. Despite the topic at hand and how frustrating it could be for Yoongi, he wasn’t nearly as upset as he used to get. Namjoon only meant well, he knew this. If anything he hurt knowing that this upset the younger so much.

“Elaborate.”

“You saw him, he was so wasted he couldn’t even see straight let alone walk straight. You know I’m not interested in taking advantage even he showed some interest prior to being that inebriated. Plus he seemed about ready to have a mental breakdown over the thought of us actually having sex.”

Yoongi watched from one eye as the younger let the information marinate and decide if he was smelling more bullshit or not. After a moment Namjoon came to the conclusion that it wasn’t utter bullshit.

“That’s fair but it doesn’t explain anything going forward. What did Taehyung say?”

Yoongi slid his hand into the front pocket of his jeans and pulled out his phone. Sliding open the lock screen he pulled up his text messages. Looking over the single message he had from Taehyung he shook his head.

“Hyung, you busy later? I need to talk to you. That’s what he said.”

Yoongi could hear Namjoon hum and he wanted to nod in agreement. A silent conversation they seemed to share from time to time. There wasn’t too much context in text but it was enough to show that Yoongi had to make a decision, to see Taehyung once more or to blow him off. There wasn’t really much of a middle ground.

“I just can’t imagine what he possible needs to talk about that he can’t say it over the phone? Even if he left something at my place, he doesn’t need to meet in person. Unless…”

A brow raised as Namjoon leaned closer to Yoongi, curious as to where his thought process was going. Up until that last word, he had been right along with his hyung. There wasn’t much of a reason to need to meet in person. Want was a different story but need, no, none at all.

“Unless?”

Yoongi shook his head and sat up straight once more and ran his eyes over the sheets of paper covering the coffee table.

“I don’t know, that doesn’t make any sense either.”

The younger wanted to prod further but thought better of it. Letting go whatever that unless was behind, he slid his leg over the edge of the couch, foot finding the floor as he scooted to the edge to get back to their original task.

“I’m not sure what he needs to talk about but it’s not like it can hurt, huh?”

Yoongi didn’t respond. He didn’t want to verbalize how he agreed with Namjoon but it was unnecessary, the younger knew he was right. He understood that the elder needed some more time to mull over it. By the end of their work session, Yoongi had decided.

Sexy Leather Hyung 6:41pm: I work every evening from 7pm-7am. We can meet for coffee, tomorrow morning 7:20am at Coffee Beanz.

Sexy Leather Hyung 6:42pm: Don’t be late.

The door jingled with the three gold bells that were attached at the top as the DJ pulled open the to the cafe he tends to frequent after work if he was heading to the studio for what he would call an all-nighter even though the sun will be shining brightly down on the rest of the normally functioning humans bustling about. The smell of roasting coffee fills his nostrils and he immediately feels the stress and fatigue from work being whisked away. The smell of coffee had always been comforting to him, it was like a home away from home considering just how dependent his life tended to be on this one beverage. Freshly roasted coffee beans were his favorite though.

It didn’t take him long to spot Kim Taehyung, his lanky arm was thrown up in the air flagging him down with a wild wave back and forth on repeat. Yoongi bowed his head slightly for the younger to know that he was acknowledged and then he made his way straight ahead towards the counter where a familiar smile was directed at him.

“Morning Yoongi-ssi! Another long day ahead?”

The slightly crooked forest green plastic name tag with white characters engraved displayed the peppy young woman’s name.

“Chae Rim-ah, morning,” He nodded in reply to her question, a small smile being given in return.

The ringlets of her auburn ponytail bounced from side to side as she stopped at the front of the counter to greet her loyal customer. Yoongi had been coming to this cafe for a number of years now that he wasn’t even sure just how long it had been. Chae Rim had worked at Coffee Beanz for just as long however she had been promoted to manager just this past spring. Her name tag also now reflected that in English underneath her name. They had all types of coffee beans from all over the world and some of the most rare selection Yoongi had ever come across. He never used to venture too much outside of what he was used to until he had discovered this niche. Now, it was Chae Rim who would introduce him to a wide variety of coffee he had yet to try and almost always he enjoyed the ones she selected specifically for him. Chae Rim had a talent when it came to coffee. A phenomenal barista she is.

“I hope you don’t work too hard, the bags under your eyes are especially dark today. Hmm? I’ll fix you something that will help, okay?”

Yoongi chuckled but nodded,

“Thanks.”

Another wide smile and the woman turned around to begin fixing up a new concoction for him. She was also always experimenting with different combinations to make new drinks. It had scared Yoongi at first but he had long since grown used to her handing him a drink with a list of ingredients he hadn’t heard in any other coffee shop. Before he turned away, she looked back at him and shooed him away.

“Go sit, I’ll find you once it’s finished.”

He nodded and said thanks once more as a finger reaching up to touch just underneath his eye. Were they really that dark? Yoongi ambled in the direction of the person who had actually caused him to drop by in the morning. Slumping down into the plush dark brown leather chair, the blonde stretched out his legs. That was another thing he enjoyed about this cafe, all the tables were antiques and the chairs a like. It gave a cozy feel to the cafe and often a more comfortable seat as well.

“You made it.” A smile was beaming at Yoongi so bright he thought he might need to pull his sunglasses out of the bag he had just dropped at the side of his seat.

“Good of you to be on time.” he replied gruffly and didn’t hide his expression of obvious confusion as to what the two of them were meeting for.

The smile that beamed so brightly shut off just as quickly as when you click off your high beams at the presence of a car coming towards you. A crease furrowed between Taehyung’s brows and the man wet his lips before setting down the mug of steaming hot coffee that must taste like ice cream with how even Yoongi could smell the sweetness rolling off it.

“Hyung, can you talk to bunny for me?”

If Yoongi had been confused before, he was even more confused now. Did Kim Taehyung really come here to talk nonsense at him? He had always known the younger male to be a little on the odd side but he was just the type to dance to the beat of his own drum without a care in the world what others thought of that. Or that was how he presented himself. Either way, the kid was smart, he generally made cohesive sentence but right now.

“You want me to talk to a rabbit?”

The blonde cocked his eyebrow as he inquired and quietly wondered if he needed to question the others sanity. Recognition of Taehyung’s mistake had flashed in his eyes before he rushed to explain,

“No, no, I mean Kookie. Shit. Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook.”

The flustered expression of Kim Taehyung had Yoongi chuckling in amusement. Apparently, he used a lot of nicknames with his best friend and bunny was one of them. It was kind of cute but there was no way in hell that Yoongi would admit to that to anyone. His mouth formed a perfect ‘O’ and he nodded.

“Why would I talk to Jungkook for you-”

“Here you are Yoongi-ssi. Just an old faithful today with a little something extra.” Chae Rim personally delivered his coffee, setting it down carefully as the steam rising off the top indicated how hot the coffee was. Yoongi looked up to the woman and smiled fondly.

“Thank you, Chae Rim.”

She winked and walked off disappearing behind the counter to help out what appeared to be a new worker since Yoongi hadn’t seen them before. Turning back towards the man he was here to meet, Yoongi leaned in and took a whiff of the coffee. It smelled wonderful, black as he typically enjoyed his coffee but there was something else. Another scent he wasn’t quite sure he could place at the moment. He would need to taste but sadly in a few minutes. A scalded tongue was never his favorite thing to acquire.

“You two.. Seem familiar.”

It wasn’t a question but a statement even if the undertone was asking for the other male to elaborate.

“I frequent this cafe often.”

“I see.”

Yoongi’s eyes watched as some gears appeared to be turning in the younger man’s head. Propping his elbow on the table he rested his chin on his hand.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking but I promise you whatever it is, it’s wrong.”

He spoke the words dryly but firmly and it brought Taehyung back to the present. He at least had the good will to look a little bad about the conclusions he was drawing over a five second interaction.

“Sorry, she’s pretty.”

Yoongi nodded in agreement, Chae Rim was but not his type.

“And married.”

Shock splashed in Taehyung’s face, whatever he had been thinking was now squarely squashed. A smirk spread across Yoongi’s thin pink lips. This boy could get distracted so easily.

“Back to the topic. You’re Jungkook’s best friend, why would I talk to him? I haven’t spoken to him in years.”

“8 weeks.”

“What?”

Yoongi pulled his coffee cup back from his lips just before he was going to take a sip and stared at the raven haired man across from him.

“You haven’t spoken in eight weeks.”

Wetting his lips, he put the warm mug against his lips and took a sip of his coffee before slowly setting it down. He let the taste wash over him and for a moment he thought that Chae Rim had just been teasing him but nope, at the last moment there it was, a kick. Cayenne pepper maybe? Either way it was a little something extra and not bad at all. Yoongi wanted to comment to her on it but Taehyung’s words brought him back to their discussion.

“How do you know-”

Raising a hand he waved it back and forth telling the other to forget the words he had just said. It didn’t matter.

“We talked briefly… eight weeks ago but that doesn’t change anything. What’s going on Taehyung? I know we had been close but it’s been a long time. Why is Jungkook mad at you?”

“I’m not sure mad is the right word.”

The more Taehyung spoke, the more that Yoongi got lost in a maze of what was being said to him. He didn’t understand a damn thing and he was starting to grow annoyed. He could be in his bed right now, getting at least a few hours sleep before he needs to meet Joon. Instead he’s here talking to Jungkook’s best friend who wanted to talk about god knows what that didn’t have anything to do with him.

“If he’s not mad, then you shouldn’t have a problem talking to him.” The words were edged with impatience. Yoongi watched as the Taehyung fiddled with his fingers, picking at his nails and biting on his bottom lip.

“… Tae…”

The softness in his voice, surprised even himself but it looked like some of Taehyung’s tenseness relieved, even if just a tiny bit. Yoongi didn’t understand what was going on but it was clear that whatever had occurred between the two was really bothering Taehyung. A small part of him wanted to help Taehyung but the other part didn’t really want to get involved. He had always fixed Jungkook’s problems in the past and this was hitting a bit close to home. Though, he supposed this wasn’t actually fixing Jungkook’s problem so much as it was help Taehyung’s problem. Or that was how his brain was rationalizing letting him extend a helping hand.

“I-I think I, we- I mean I hurt him.”

His head was spinning, how much more confusing could the kid get? Did he just say, we? Yoongi was so lost. Maybe Taehyung meant him and another person. Yeah, that could be the case. He could work with that.

“We? What did you guys do? I mean, Taehyung, you don’t need to tell me. I don’t really want to know but,” Yoongi let out a big sigh before he rushed the last words one right after the other so he couldn’t take it back.

“you can tell me if you want. I’ll try to help.”

And there it was, that helping hand that he knew better than to offer. Too late. Always too late. This was what he did. Dark brown round orbs rose until they met his and the relief that swam in there was so evident that it made it hard to regret his decision to help. He picked up his coffee and began to take a large swallow than last time. He would need to stop by and talk with Chae Rim to let her know his thoughts on it.

“Really hyung, you’re the best!”

Yoongi coughed and lowered his eyes to his the black liquid in his cup and muttered,

“Uh, sure, if I can that is.”

He could sense that a smile was back on the others face but Yoongi refused to look up. He felt a little embarrassed at the response that he was receiving for offering something so simple. Kim Taehyung is cute. Pretty darn cute.

“Oh shit!”

The curse flew out of those cute lips and had Yoongi whipping his head up to meet the eyes of the younger. Taehyung was looking at the clock on his phone and scrambling to drink the last of his deathly sweet beverage and shove his phone into his pocket.

“I gotta go. I’m gonna be late for work. I’ll text you later.”

The younger male was standing before Yoongi could even blink, a bright as the sun smile plastered to his face once more and this time the elder couldn’t take his eyes away.

“Thank you again, Yoongi hyung! See you soon.”

The corners of Taehyung’s eyes crinkled just slightly as he seemed to smile even wider before rushing out the cafe door. Leaving Min Yoongi staring blankly at the spot the man had just stood in. He blinked a few times before running his hand over his face and clearing away the image. Then he turned to his coffee and figured he might as well finish the rest of it before heading to the studio. Yoongi didn’t spend his remaining time there thinking about Kim Taehyung. He didn’t think about that boxy smile or the deep richness of the others voice that may rival his own and he most certainly didn’t think about how the man might just be the personification of the sun itself. He didn’t think about it at all.

Kim Taehyung 1:23PM: May I drop by tonite?

Kim Taehyung 1:23PM: Shit, u work right

Kim Taehyung 1:24PM: Breakfast? Uh I mean my breakfast up dinner

Namjoon side-eyed Yoongi’s phone once more. It wasn't often that the others phone rang while they were working. Generally, Yoongi kept it on silent but even if he didn't unless it was Namjoon, Seokjin or his brother he didn't get many text messages throughout the day. Yoongi hadn't even noticed, he had his headphones on and had been mixing some beats for the last hour. Namjoon on the other hand could actually feel the phone vibrating on the surface and decided he had enough. Or more like he was curious who kept bothering his hyung.

Pressing his index finger into Yoongi’s bicep, he had to do so three times before he received any type of response. The headphones came off and an annoyed, “What?” filled the quiet of the room. Namjoon tossed the iPhone over to the blonde and nodded,

“It won’t shut up.”

As if to prove Namjoon’s point, the phone vibrated in Yoongi’s hand and a notification popped up on the front of his screen.

Kim Taehyung 1:25PM: I’ll provide the food ;)

Yoongi’s brow furrowed as he wasn’t understanding the preview of his latest message. He quickly selected the open button and read all of the messages that had been sent to him within the span of a couple minutes. He shook his head slightly while grinning at his phone. Taehyung might be a little high strung and a bit of a dork. Namjoon’s gaze observed Yoongi like a hawk. He didn’t miss the slight grin that his hyung gave while catching up on his missed messages.

Sexy Leather Hyung 1:26PM: Be at my place by 5:30

His fingers hovered over the keypad, hesitating on erasing the entire message and starting over. He almost did three times before finally he hit the send button and then shoved his phone in his pocket. Raising his gaze back to the younger,

“There I replied, it shouldn’t bother you any more.”

A buzz muffled by his jeans pocket could be heard by both Yoongi and Namjoon, causing the elder to scratch the back of his neck and then play with a few of the hairs at his nape before finally clearing his throat and looking off to the side. Namjoon on the other hand was just observing his hyung.

“Uh huh… Go ahead hyung, check it.”

“Nah, Joon. It’s not important.”

“Hmm…” Namjoon hummed as he brought his focus back to what he had originally been working on.

“That’s why you were smiling at your messages.” He muttered under his breath but Yoongi chose to ignore it. He also chose to ignore his text message that he was sure to be from Taehyung. It surely was a silly emoji or something, the kid seemed the type. Work ran much smoother after that and the two artists actually made some progress. It was a good day.

“Hyung, wanna go grab some pork belly? It’s on me.”

Yoongi was standing by the door already slipping on his shoes as Namjoon was stretching over by the couch. A shake of his head was answer enough but the elder decided to verbalize it as well.

“Sorry Joonie, I have to get back home.”

The younger looked confused especially since he offered to pay and it was a rare treat when the younger male was paying. Yoongi tended to pick up the tab more often than not and that was often because the man was so sneaky and quick at grabbing it. He rarely let Namjoon pay for anything. If he offered ahead of time though, Yoongi would begrudgingly let him pay.

“You never turn up a free meal if I offer.”

Trying not to make a big deal out of it, the blonde shrugged his shoulders and reached for the door handle.

“Next time? I have plans.”

“Plans? Hmm…”

Neither one said anymore on the matter. Namjoon was curious but he let it go and Yoongi wasn’t going to give any more away right now. It was clear so the topic dropped, instead Namjoon nodded. He grabbed his wallet that he had taken out of his pocket earlier and slid it into jeans pocket before following his hyung. They locked the door behind them and then went their separate ways upon stepping out of the lobby.

“See you later hyung.”

“See ya, Joon.”

If it wasn’t for the fact that Jungkook had tried to make himself breakfast this morning he wouldn’t have realized that the inside of his refrigerator was actually pretty full. Any by full he meant there was one egg in the carton, one banana milk, some cheese that he wasn’t sure was expired and wasn’t sure he wanted to risk it either and that was it. His refrigerator was quite the opposite of full but that is what happens when you hole yourself up in your apartment and only order pizza and soda for delivery for a week when you were supposed to have gone to the grocery store a week ago. Tonight that left him with at the bare minimum a trip to a convenience store in a different part of town since he had a hair appointment. When even your boss starts to comment on the length of your locks it’s time to see a barber. Jungkook walked along the bustling sidewalks of Seoul and figured he would just stop at the first convenience store that he came across. It wouldn’t actually take him that long to get home. He could at least pick up a few necessary items and even a box dinner because he was feeling even lazier than yesterday and didn’t want to bother cooking. Maybe he could get up early on Saturday, go to the market and then come home and meal prep for the rest of the week. It was something his old roommate had been into but it worked out surprisingly well. If you could just get over the initial night of cooking for a few hours, the rest of the week went by so smoothly. It was not only healthier but better for his wallet too. Yes, that was the way to go. Just get back in the habit.

Weaving between the busy people on the street, he found a 7-11 within about five minutes of his walk back in the direction of his apartment. The door jingled as he swung it open and stepped across the threshold. A worker greeted him and he bowed his head slightly back in greeting before taking a sharp right and deciding to just browse all the aisles. He had the time and it wouldn’t hurt to grab all the items he may want or need while he was here. Picking up a basket, he slipped his arm through the handles and let it hang. His eyes glazed over the store but blonde hair caught his keen brown eyes and he had to do a double take. Jungkook shouldn’t be so sure, it was the back of his head but Jungkook was sure. That man was none other than Min Yoongi. It made him freeze in his tracks the only thing moving was his eyes as he followed the elder who was moving slowly down one of the aisles. He was pretty sure that the worker in the store was giving him an odd look, he could feel someone’s eyes on him but it definitely wasn’t Yoongi’s and that made him breathe a little bit easier. He quickly realized that he didn’t want to be spotted by the elder. Taking a few steps forward he almost tripped over his own feet but managed to move further into the store and not seem quite as crazy as he was standing in the entrance while his gaze was directed over the aisle that he was in.

Each step that Yoongi took, Jungkook took a step. He was following the man from one aisle over and behind, trailing the elder. Any of the items he was supposed to be picking up had been forgotten about. He couldn’t take his eyes off of the man he was positive was Yoongi even though he didn’t actually have any confirmation yet. Another step and another and another. Before he knew it, he was at the end cap about to wrap around the next aisle. He was just able to catch the profile of the man and everything was confirmed. Yet, here was Jeon Jungkook, still as silent as a field mouse and slowly making his way along, eyes still on Yoongi. The emotions that he was feeling were a jumbled mess. He didn’t really know what he wanted to do and even if he wanted or should say hello he couldn’t get his mouth to work. It was dry like cotton was stuffed in it after you had gotten your wisdom teeth removed. He had always known what to say to his hyung but now that… Now that his best friend and his hyung slept together something had shifted. He was lost and had been for the past week that he hadn’t bothered talking to Taehyung. It wasn’t fair but he just didn’t know what to say to Taehyung and I he didn’t know what to say how could he have a conversation with him. A wave of guilt swam in his stomach and didn’t make it any easier to greet Yoongi. Instead, Jungkook let out a small quiet sigh. What the hell was wrong with him? He wanted to give himself a slap in the face, maybe throw some cold as ice water on himself and wake up. But wake up to what? That, that he wasn’t sure. As he continued his walk through the store, still following his hyung, he didn’t see the stand next to the endcap of another aisle and he stubbed his toe.

“Fuck. Shit. Damn it.”

A string of curse words and much too loud. Jungkook had dropped his gaze from his hyung and was no hopping around and grabbing his foot. As if that was actually going to soothe his toe. That was stupid but somehow it was the reaction he had. After a few seconds he realized the racket he was making and he looked up in the direction of where his hyung should be. Gone. Shit. Where did he go? Hastily, the raven haired boy looked around the store only to find him up at the register paying for his items without a mind to anything else around him. The hammering in his heart that had sped up to an inhuman speed a moment ago began to slow down and he could catch his breath once more. Turning around, he kept his back to Yoongi and waited until the door jingled before he let out a breath and actually paid attention to the surroundings. Looking down, he found a small selection of sanitary napkins. The store worker was staring at him again with an arched brow and then a chuckle. Jungkook’s ears turned bright red. He didn’t even buy anything but dropped the basket back where he got it and darted out of the store.

What a mess that was.

Being as flustered as Jungkook was he had stopped paying attention to where he was going and just let his feet keep moving. His mind was rattled with the embarrassment of being a man standing for so long in the sanitary napkins section, something he shouldn’t ever need especially since he didn’t have a sister nor a girlfriend or wife. Nor would he have any of those things. That was not in his forecast and he was quite alright with that. His mother? Well, she was still struggling with that aspect but hopefully one day she’d be able to come to terms that she wouldn’t be getting a perfect daughter-in-law from him. Perhaps a son-in-law of sorts. Maybe. Who knew? At the rate he was currently going he may just live as a monk on the side of a mountain.

Ducking inside a semi-familiar establishment, Jungkook found himself sliding onto a barstool and ordering a gin and tonic. He hadn’t had one in awhile but now seemed like a good one. Or that’s what Jungkook was trying to tell himself as he blinked in surprise at the drink in front of him. Somehow he had gone on autopilot and was now surfacing. Wrapping his hand around the glass, he picked it up and placed it against his thin lips taking a hesitant sip. He wasn’t really one to drink alone but he was already here. Maybe it would help to clear his head because all he kept seeing was that side profile of Min Yoongi and good lord he looked really good. He never would have thought that blonde hair would be so flattering on the older man. Yoongi was already quite pale as it is, it seemed like the color would just wash him out but it didn’t. The color was closer to a platinum blonde and it worked. It made his dark eyes stand out more and feel more intense than they already were. Hyung had always had such an intense gaze, as if he held all of his emotions behind his eyes. It wasn’t in his body language or facial expression and rarely in his actions. In his eyes though, if you unlocked the secret of how to read the man it was blaringly obvious what he was feeling. Well, if he wanted you to know. Yoongi had always known how to shut down any hints of how he was feeling regardless of who he was around. If he didn’t want you to know, you never knew.

It was the most jarring moment Jungkook had experienced in all of his relationship with the elder. When Yoongi had had enough, the walls shot up, zero to sixty in barely a second. So much so that Jungkook had felt like he had gotten whiplash with the last view of his hyung who walked out the door. Swirling the liquid around his glass, Jungkook continued to stare blankly into the gin, hearing but not actually hearing the clinking of the ice against each other and the glass walls it was encased in. Glancing down to the darkened screen of his phone against the mahogany bar top, he pressed the button on the side of his phone to highlight his lock screen. Let out a sigh and then pressed the button again watching darkness wipe away the image of Yoongi sleeping. Taehyung had set his home screen and lock screen to the same image but Jungkook had never reset it.

Why?

If he was being honest with himself because it reminded him of the good times with his hyung, where everything was perfect, no expectations, no one was hurt or perhaps that was also just him seeing what he wanted to see. Jungkook had never known when Yoongi began to have feelings for him but he never would have thought this is what would become of them. Practically strangers with the link of a friend who was able to invade both of their sheets but in very different lights. Another sigh escaped him and the bartender gave him a pitying look, refilled his glass without asking and moved his way to more chatty customers.

“Waiting for someone special?”

The question even Jungkook could tell was directed at him. There were at least three barstools unoccupied on either side of him. People apparently thinking he was some kind of plague, they were going to catch his depression or something. However, a brave soul had approached. His voice was a little nasally. Raising his eyes from his dark phone to the voice, Jungkook found a man of average height, leaning on the bar next to him, full attention give to Jungkook. He was clean cut, business suit clad fellow like himself. Nothing particular caught his eye but it wasn’t as if the man was hard to look at either.

“Nope.”

The single word was filled his current emotions that didn’t translate easily because he was still a little confused as to what exactly he was feeling. Jungkook turned his attention back to his drink, taking a long swallow before keeping his gaze back on his phone that isn't lighting up with messages from anyone.

He could feel the man’s coal eyes on him but he ignored it. Hoping the other would take the hint. Instead he heard the squeak of a barstool being pulled back and soon the man was sitting next to him. Luckily, the man had the decency to leave one stool in between them. Placing his finger on the rim of his glass, he ran it around and around slowly. It was more for something to do. The man had apparently flagged down the bartender and ordered some type of drink that Jungkook had never heard of before and there it was.

“And a shot of whatever he would like. Seems like he may need it.”

Jungkook shifted awkwardly in his seat. He couldn’t pretend like he didn’t hear because they were close enough and the soft jazz music playing in the background was not nearly loud enough to drown out the other man’s voice. He raised his eyes and smiled awkward.

“Oh, um, thanks but-”

“It’s not a problem. Whatever you like or your next drink.”

The bartender went about making the man’s drink in the meantime but had made eye contact with Jungkook to know that he was ready whenever he was.

“Thanks but it’s okay.”

The business man shrugged and took the martini glass that was placed in front of him.

“Name’s Jinwoo by the way. If you change your mind you know who to tell.” He nodded in the direction of the bartender, offering a genuine smile and then going back to his own martini and maybe work emails. Who knew, Jungkook didn’t but he nodded and said thanks again before looking back at his gin and taking another long swallow. Only leaving a little bit left in his glass. It was extremely appreciated that Jinwoo was giving him his space even if initially he had showed the slightest bit of interest in Jungkook. Frowning into his glass, he might have another gin and tonic. Leaving just to go to an empty apartment wasn’t the most appealing and he couldn’t just drop by Taehyung’s to hang out. At least not until he figured out what he wanted to say to the man. His friend deserved at least that much. Jungkook had never been one to put stock into finding your answers in a drink but perhaps tonight he would.

Raising his arm he flagged the bartender over and ordered another gin and tonic.

“On?”

The question hung in the air, Jungkook knew exactly what he was being asked. Shyly he glanced over to Jinwoo who was swirling his purple martini around before taking another sip. It wouldn’t kill Jungkook to be a little social and liquid courage always helped. Without letting himself think more on it, he pointed towards Jinwoo.

“I’ll take him up on his off, just this one though.”

Two pearly white front teeth began to show, pressing into this bottom lip as his eyes met Jinwoo’s surprised ones. The corners of his lips turned up in a small smile and Jungkook yet again thanked the man. Neither moved closer but the invitation for conversation had been given.

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Tomorrow

TodoDeku

Word Count: 860

Here they were, two classmates, friends, standing in the middle of the pavement on their walk back to the dorms in the fading twilight. The sky a mix of pinks, oranges coming to be swallowed up by the blue soon to cast them into darkness. They were so close they can feel each other's breath against their lips, with just a small turn of their head they could taste such lips. Gently caressing the other like they've always wanted to but knew it could never be. Only to break apart and gaze back into each other's eyes with almost the same shock they had prior to soft skin touching soft skin but with a dash of fondness that runs so deep it makes a chill run down their spine and cheeks flush. How had they gotten here? Who knew? Maybe Midoriya had invaded Todoroki’s space with concern at the lack of response or perhaps it was Todoroki’s body rebelling against his will.

Midoriya stutters Shouto's name a whisper of a question,

“T-todoroki-k-kun?”

Shouto just continues gazing like he's floating on a cloud because that didn't just happen. He didn't just kiss Midoriya. He didn't just reveal even more of himself as unintentionally as he always seems to do with the other boy. Then it hits him. Hits Shouto so hard, the air is knocked out of his lungs. That he just revealed himself to the one person who always seems to be there when he needs him most. The one person who is able to see him for who HE is. The only person who has ridiculously messy green hair but perfect emerald green eyes to match with a smile that rivals the sun. And he realizes they did kiss. For some reason he's oddly calm, doesn’t matter that his heart hammering a mile a minute because he wants to do it again. And again. And again… Maybe forever.

Yeah, forever.

But Midoriya has said something to him and he needs to focus. He needs to focus and he needs to answer the most precious boy in front of him. Shouto blinks away the thoughts and feelings he got raveled up into look upon Midoriya again. He can't help but take a sharp intake of air because god damn is Midoriya Izuku is breathtaking. He can’t comprehend how his lungs know to properly pump so that he can actually take in oxygen and exhale carbon dioxide. He might just be doing it backwards because Midoriya just has that effect. Or at the very least on Shouto. He’s lost, swimming once again in the depths that are a rich emerald green; the color of Midoriya and secretly Todoroki's favorite color for the past year. He's lost his footing on the shore, the tide is pulling him in, further and further until his lips press gently against Midoriya's one more time. Two more times. Three more times. Arms loop around the back of his neck, fingers curling in the white and red fine hairs at the nape of his neck. Somehow Shouto’s hands have pressed against Midoriya's back to bring the shorter male flush against him.

It takes a moment, a long moment before either boy can speak and it's so quiet. So quiet. They both can hear the little puffs of air Midoriya is letting out in his nervousness because despite how intimate this was, it's unchartered territory. Letting his hands slide down Midoriya's back, they stop at his hips and Shouto can't stop the warm flush that covers his cheeks as his mind wanders into a dangerous zone at just that one touch to those slim hips, through the unfortunate fabric the other is wearing.

The arms that were clinging around his neck just a moment ago release him, drop down to their owner's side. Making Shouto’s heart able to unclench just a tiny bit. It's almost a relief but also a disappointment. Slipping his hand into Midoriya's, he still can't get his mouth to work. Tearing his eyes away from those emerald pools he's come to adore so much, Shouto puts his first foot forward. He can hear the intake of breath, knowing that Midoriya is about to say something.

His name.

"Shouto... Y-you can call me that."

His palm feels clammy and he really hopes that Midoriya can't feel that. A smile is twitching at Shouto’s lips because the other boy didn't remove his hand. No, they were still holding hands and by some small miracle their fingers entwined. Who instigated was too much for Shouto’s mind to worry about. Another intake of breath is picked up by Todoroki's heightened senses, it feels like he's in tune with touch, sight, smell and hearing that he might crash from over sensitivity… but isn't that how he always felt when he was standing next to the green haired boy?

"Tomorrow... Let's talk tomorrow."

He squeezes Midoriya's hand before pulling it up to his lips and pressing one more kiss against Midoriya. Taking another step forward, they walk back towards the dorms at their own pace. Stolen glances and poorly concealed smiles along the way with tomorrow shining brightly upon them.

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OSFTSB Ch. 6 ~Innocent Fun and Instant Regret

Stumbling across the threshold Taehyung turned around and yanked Yoongi in by the white of his shirt causing the two to hit the wall of his hallway. Large hands encased Taehyung’s head between the two, his eyes roaming over the shorter male as his tongue ran over his bottom lip.

“Urgh,” Yoongi groaned,

“Taehyung, what the hell?!”

Pushing himself off the wall, he turned back to his apartment door that was still wide open thanks to the drunk he had to take home with him. The cab he hailed didn’t work out quite the way that Yoongi had planned. He had wanted to give an address and send the younger on his way, make sure he made it at least inside the building. Instead, he dug around in Taehyung’s wallet after it had been thrown towards the taxi driver in a fit. Luckily, Yoongi had surprisingly quick reflexes for someone who didn’t care to move too quickly and he blocked the wallet from going through the little window in the back. Upon digging through the wallet, he quickly found out that Taehyung didn’t have his license on him. How did he even get into the club? He had to know one of the bouncers at the door. Trying to get the younger to tell him his address wasn’t worth his time. Eventually, Yoongi gave up and just gave the sympathetic taxi driver his own address. The kid could have his couch.

Or so he thought, Yoongi watched as Taehyung stumbled through his apartment casually stripping himself of clothes in the process.

“Hyung, why is it so hoott? Aren’t you hot?”

Yoongi ran his hand through his blonde strands, the longer he had to take care of another the more sober he became. However, not nearly sober enough if he was smirking at the words that had just left Taehyung’s lips.

“Well, you are hot. Really fucking hot.”

Resting his hand on the back of his couch, he watched as the half-naked man swayed his hips from left to right, to the beat of whatever music he was hearing in his own head. Yoongi wouldn’t deny that he was more than okay with a free show if it was being offered. He watched for a few moments longer, or what he thought was a few moments it could have been ten minutes for all the man really knew. Your sense of time was skewed when under the influence.

“Yoongi hyung, dance with me.” Taehyung slurred as he gave a slow roll of his hips that made the elder gulp.

Maybe he shouldn’t have brought Taehyung home? Seokjin and Namjoon would be rejoicing right now if they could have a magic mirror and see the scene that was unfolding in Yoongi’s apartment. He licked his lips, eyes not leaving the taller male’s lithe and soft body.

Tempting.

Kim Taehyung was tempting.

But contrary to popular belief Min Yoongi didn’t actually enjoy being a douche and he wasn’t far gone enough to just cave. It would take a lot more from the other to get him to do that. So when no answer was given back to the younger and his long fingers gripped his belt, a quick intake of breath could be heard and the flip switched.

Nope.

This was not happening.

“Come on, Taehyung-ah.”

Yoongi pushed off of the couch walking over and grabbing the younger's wrist from his belt, he did not want those pants to drop. Not right now. It was bad enough that the younger had been ready to give him a lap dance if Yoongi had let him but to be just throwing himself at the elder. Who could resist all of that temptation? He felt a warm arm snake around his waist and then hot breath seductively against his ear.

“Straight to bed, hmm? Good thinking.”

Taehyung nipped at the bottom of Yoongi’s earlobe, a deep chuckle as the shorter male shivered before shoving him away from him and onto the bed.

“I thought you might like it rough hyung.” The giggles that were coming from Taehyung were anything but sexy but it was a splash of cool water on Yoongi’s face. He was able to reign in the warmth that had begun pooling in his stomach.

“You’re drunk Tae. Take off your pants and get in bed. I’ll get you some water.”

Yoongi turned around without a second glance to the younger grumbling under his breath about how he didn’t go out tonight to take care of children. Seokjin had been enough. At least Namjoon will be getting some tonight. Ew. What the hell are you thinking Min Yoongi? Unfortunately, that thought had brought on a visual image of what Seokjin had been rambling about earlier. A shudder ran down the man’s spine, he didn’t need to see that.

He poured himself a glass of water, downed it and then poured another, downing that one too. After a few more moments of peace and quiet, he poured a last glass for Taehyung. Yoongi wasn’t really sure what to expect when he got back to his room. It had been rather quiet which the younger, from what Yoongi remembered of the male had never been the quietest. It made him worry as to what sight he’d see in his bed but maybe he’ll get lucky and drunken man passed out. He was in bed and safe so it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world for the younger to do.

With each step he took, the more he worried about what he would encounter. As he walked through the doorway, Yoongi didn’t see anything he didn’t want to see. It made him blink a few times as if he was trying to really open his eyes and clear blurry vision away. There was a lump in his bed, covers tucked under his chin and head lying against one of his black pillowcases. Letting out a sigh of relief, he padded across the floor as softly as he could and set the glass of water on the nightstand. He should probably go grab the ibuprofen now because he sure as hell wasn’t waking up to find that for the younger in the morning. No, he had every intention of sleeping in.

Taking a step away from the bed he felt a warm hand wrap around his own hand. Turning back he looked down at the man in his bed. His eyes were heavy-lidded now, thank god, the quiet time and comfortable bed had let the waves of tiredness from the power of alcohol wash over the younger.

“Don’t go.”

The seductive tone was replaced with an almost childlike whine and it made Yoongi wonder if the same person he had just peeled from his body was one and the same.

“I’m just getting you some medicine.”

The grip on his wrist tightened and Yoongi waited patiently. Eventually, it loosened and slipped away. Letting out a chuckle, he walked around his bed into the bathroom and pulled out the bottle of ibuprofen from the medicine cabinet. Shutting it with a snap, he left the bathroom to go place it on the nightstand next to the water.

“Hyung…”

The word was called out softly but it held enough meaning in just that one word that Yoongi really didn’t need the younger to elaborate on what he wanted. He sighed,

“Yeah?”

Taehyung patted the space on the bed next to him. Yoongi couldn’t see the younger's eyes on him in the darkness but he could feel them and that was enough. He stared back for a second, two seconds, three seconds and then he nodded.

“Yeah, yeah, alright.”

Letting out a yawn, Yoongi walked over to his laundry basket and began depositing his own clothes into it. It was amazing just how fast alcohol could drain you of your energy. He couldn’t be bothered to put on any clothes so he left his boxer briefs on and slipped into the bed in just that.

“So much for giving you the couch.”

He huffed as he pulled the covers over him. Relaxing into his pillow, Yoongi barely registered the dip of his bed as the other occupant moved closer to him. His eyes were so heavy and sleep was calling out to him much like a siren. The blonde was asleep before he could register that the warmth at his back was from Taehyung pressed up against him and not just the comforter wrapped around him.

The dryness of his mouth made it difficult for Taehyung to wet his lips, but he did the bed he could. The warmth that he was wrapped up in didn’t make him want to move. The man did, however, open his eyes. He wasn’t surprised to find his arms wrapped around beautifully smooth alabaster skin but he was surprised to tip his head back and recognize the man he was embracing. Normally his nights out ended up with strangers or whoever happened to be his friends with benefits for the week. He had needs, he acknowledged those needs and satisfied them. This person though, no, this person he should not be wrapped up in.

Lifting his head, Taehyung tried to get a better look to make sure that his sleep haze hadn’t deceived him.

“Fuck.”

The quick movement was not welcome, the throbbing began. Ugh, this hangover was going to be a bitch. The room spun and Taehyung closed his eyes lying his head back down. He groaned, lying there for a while before trying again and grinning softly as his brown eyes fell on the nightstand with a full glass of water and bottle of medication. Turning over he reached for the bottle, opened it and poured out three pills popping them into his mouth, he pressed the glass to his lips and swallowed the pills before downing the rest of the water. Setting it quietly down, he didn’t want to wake up his hyung. Snuggling back into the blankets he moved carefully so as to not make the pounding worse than it already was. Lying still felt the most peaceful. Looking back over at his hyung Taehyung couldn’t help but smile, he looked adorable with his blonde hair all mussed and peace of slumber gracing his facial features. Maybe he should take a picture for Jungkook. His friend was going to be so jealous. Taehyung began to feel around for his phone, checking under the pillow then looking at the nightstand and finally reaching over the bed trying not fall off the bed though that had been a little wobbly. As soon as his fingers touched the iPhone, clarity hit him, how the hell was he supposed to explain how he got a picture of Yoongi’s sleeping face? Not to mention, his hyung wasn’t wearing a shirt and Taehyung really wasn’t sure if either of them had much of anything on. He at least knew he himself was still wearing his briefs. Right?

Lifting up the covers Taehyung groaned, why wasn’t he wearing anything? Well, he knew why he always slept in the nude. It was the most comfortable not to mention alcohol was in his bloodstream last night so that was a no-brainer. This was not fairing well for him. Dropping his head back onto the pillow he instantly regretted it as the pounding increased and he audibly groaned. The bed shifted as his hyung turned over onto this side. He began to fret even more, because if he was naked then…

No.

Taehyung didn’t sleep with Yoongi hyung. Well, he did but he didn’t. There’s no way. As hot as the man was, he wouldn’t. Not to his bunny. Nope. Impossible.

Still, he was naked and cuddling his hyung just moments ago. Lifting up the covers once more he peeked under and breathed a sigh of relief that the other male at least had some briefs on. That didn’t exactly mean nothing happened but it was more promising than before. The man would like to say that because he doesn’t remember doing anything that nothing had happened but considering his past experience during his freshman year of college he knew that was not always the case.

Holding his phone above his face, Taehyung slid the lock screen open to check on all the missed messages from the last night and potential damage control that was needed after drunk texting. For the most part, he kept himself pretty occupied and never really had to deal with too much the next morning but it was always better to just check. He had a few messages from a couple of friends, one from his dad much earlier in the night that he hadn’t noticed and then one from Jungkook. Probably telling him to be safe or something since the younger wouldn’t come out with him no matter how Taehyung had tried to bribe him.

“Shit!”

The curse was whispered but as loud as one possibly could for a whisper. It was so loud that the man next to him started to groan and roll onto his back, throwing his arm over his face. Glancing over at Yoongi in alarm he didn’t want the other to wake up. It didn’t seem like he was so Taehyung looked back at his messages with his best friend. Or really the single message he had sent. Clicking on the picture that he had taken? It opened up and he was able to view it fully. Shit. Shit. Shit. When had he taken this? What exactly was in his mind last night? He zoomed in and zoomed out, checking all the details but the more he looked the worse he felt. Taehyung grew nauseous and it wasn’t from the high alcohol content in his body the night before. A low, gravelly voice surprised Taehyung, making him jump in surprise. “What the fuck Kim Taehyung?” He hated that a part of him found the way his hyung had practically growled his name seductive and sent a shiver straight down… Shit. None of this was supposed to happen. “Why do you have a picture of us where it looks like I just fucked your brains out?” Yoongi had never been very eloquent in the morning, especially when he hadn’t had coffee and even more so when you woke him up. The blonde leaned on his forearm as he continued to stare at the image of him and Taehyung very much appears to be completely naked in bed together. Taehyung was draped all over Yoongi, head lying on the elder's’ chest with his fingers dangerously close to appearing as if they were teasing Yoongi’s nipple. The elder’s eyes were closed but his hair was already so mussed up and he even had a light sheen of sweat across his brow. It just all looked too close for comfort, as if he was blissed out after a romp in the sheets even though he knew for sure nothing had transpired between the two. Yoongi had been almost positive that Taehyung was too tired for any type of games like this. Apparently, he had been wrong but even in the picture, Taehyung’s eyes while open looked like they were heavy with impending sleep that naturally came after an enjoyable encounter. “So, you would want to top me.” It was a poor attempt to lighten the mood that the younger had only brought upon himself. It didn’t work, he received a glare from his hyung and it didn’t make Taehyung any better. However, his mouth couldn’t stop. “I told Jungkookie you would…” It didn’t appear that Yoongi had heard though, thank god. A brow raised followed by the clearing of his throat and Yoongi sat up fully letting the covers fall into his lap. He ran his hand through his hand. “Delete it.”

The bed dipped as Yoongi swung his legs over the edge and stood up. He needed a shower and coffee. Luckily, he just felt tired, but he knew that with Taehyung awake and after seeing that ridiculous picture there was no way he’d be going back to sleep soon. Maybe he would nap later. Yeah, a nap sounded great.

“It’s too late.”

The elder couldn’t see Taehyung hanging his head but did hear him let out a deep sigh and a curse or two. This had Yoongi rather confused. He didn’t really understand how it could be too late to delete a picture that was on your phone. Turning around he looked over at the mop of raven hair that was all he could really see besides a set of broad shoulders.

“It’s not that hard Taehyung. You select the picture and press delete.”

A groan could be heard from the man that was still in the bed. However, he kept his head hanging over the phone that was still in his hand.

“I-I just need confirmation. I was really drunk last night,”

“You mean plastered.”

“Yeah, yeah that. Nothing hap-” he trailed off and let the obvious and embarrassing question hang in the air. To which Yoongi just couldn’t stop himself from staring at the younger incredulous. The silence stretched on so long that Taehyung brought his head up just enough for him to bring his hyung into his view. This would feel more awkward if he hadn’t known Yoongi for so long. They weren’t really friends and didn’t know each other to keep in touch after Jungkook and he lost touch but familiar enough that Taehyung had no qualms about using skinship whenever he saw the elder. For the most part, it was tolerated.

Which was why right now he didn’t feel awkward about waking up in Yoongi’s bed, what he did feel awkward about was that he had gotten so wasted last night that he very well could have crossed a line he had set for himself. Jungkook would never draw it for him, but he would and always had. Taehyung kept no secret that he thought the elder was hot enough to fuck but he also kept no secret that he thought Yoongi was Jungkook’s. Anyone who had been in the mere presence of the two men a few years ago would have thought the same, even if both vehemently denied it.

“You’ll know once you start walking around.”

The blonde shook his head and turned back around so he could go into his bathroom. God, he wanted coffee but he didn’t want to smell like booze any longer. He grumbled about having to wash the sheets since he had just done so two days ago.

“Hyuunng!”

Well, he hadn’t heard that whine in awhile. It stopped the man in his tracks, tossing his head over his shoulder he grunted,

“What?! You tried, that’s for sure. Striptease and don’t fucking come near my ears again… I’m not into taking advantage of people. Nothing happened now hurry up and delete that picture before I chuck your phone in the toilet.”

Shutting the bathroom door behind him, Yoongi ignored any other comments from the younger. He had only two objectives right now and he would accomplish both before he spoke another word to the noisy brat that was probably thrashing about his bed right now. Man, he had forgotten how exhausting interactions with Kim Taehyung could be. He might need to break out the espresso machine Namjoon had gifted him last Christmas.

Namjoon snuggled closer into the crook of Seokjin’s neck, wrapping his leg around his boyfriend’s and letting out a soft groan in acknowledgment of Seokjin being away. Which mean he did not comprehend the words that had been said to him at all. A hand reached over and rubbed the sleeping man’s arm slowly up and down. Waking up next to his boyfriend who happened to be the biggest cuddler in the world was one of Seokjin’s favorite moments in life. He anticipated it every morning that they spent the night together. He also found it more adorable than puppies in a playpen that Namjoon 95% of the time preferred to be the small spoon. At first glance, one wouldn’t assume that about the man.

Humming to himself, he let the younger sleep for a little bit longer. He knew it wouldn’t last long. Namjoon was oddly sensitive to his lover. When the other woke no matter how much he would prefer to sleep for another hour or two, he would wake as well. Either way, Seokjin allowed him to enjoy the few moments of forced yet hopeful sleep. The shift on his shoulder, alerted Seokjin to his wait coming to an end. Following directly after was the press of dry lips against his neck but welcomed lips all the same. The second kiss felt much smoother, Seokjin chuckled, Namjoon had licked his lips. The younger man could be so cute sometimes.

“Mmm…”

“Yeah…” Seokjin replied in their own language that only couples have. Bringing his hand up, he threaded his fingers through Namjoon’s silky silver locks over and over again. Seokjin could feel vibrations against his neck as Namjoon began to speak.

“Do you think Yoongs finally relieved his stress.”

Laughter rumbled through the elder and he turned his head to press his lips to the top of his boyfriends head that he could reach from that angle.

“You can say, get laid, you know. It’s just us here.” He laughed again and only laughed more when he felt a pinch on his waist.

“I try not to draw up any imagery hyung.”

“Your imagination is so active Joonie.”

The younger nodded, head still enjoying the warmth that the crook of Seokjin’s neck was providing. It was an unfortunate truth, he could envision just about anything with a few spoken words. It was both a gift and a curse. Especially when your parents think it’s cute to make innuendos at the dinner table. He couldn’t stop a shiver from running down his spine.

“As funny as I think it would be to tease Yoongi about it, we’ll know soon enough.”

Truth. Yoongi was a private person and it’s not as if he was the most expressive but Namjoon and Seokjin knew the man well enough to pick up on certain cues. They always knew when the radio DJ had gotten laid after a particularly long dry spell. It would be obvious and both hoped that he had. Pressing his lips against Seokjin’s neck again, Namjoon didn’t stop this time and made his way up his hyung’s neck. Enjoying the larger expanse of skin available to him as Seokjin leaned his head to the right giving the other more access. A soft moan left Seokjin’s lips as he rolled the younger on his back and trapped him beneath him. Straddling Namjoon, he cupped the man’s cheeks with both of his hands and leaned in, brushing his plump pink lips against the others and kissing him sensually. Reaching for Namjoon’s hand he guided it to his own cheek and wasn’t disappointed when it was promptly squeezed.

“One more time,” Seokjin spoke between kisses.

“Anything for you.”

Rubbing his eyes for the umpteenth time, Jungkook tossed his PS4 controller onto the coffee table. He had played video games all night long. He had even broken out Call of Duty 4 which was the superior to that series of games but pretty old in the grand scheme of things. That was more than enough to describe the type of night he had. Glancing over at is iPhone still on the floor near the entertainment center, he sighed. It had slid over there in a fit of unexpected anger he didn’t know how to feel about.

It was the whole reason he had played games all night, to keep his mind active and off of the confusion that was swirling around the depths of his stomach. The man couldn’t make heads or tails of what had actually upset him. Bringing his hand up to his nose, he yawned. He needed sleep and part of him thought he might just be exhausted enough to shut off his mind and let sleep overtake him but another part of him was calling him an idiot for even entertaining the idea. If nothing else he should at least try. Standing up he reached for the remote and turned off the television, walked over to the PlayStation turning it off and bending down to swipe his phone from the floor.

Jungkook frowned as his rest his eyes on it, cursing quietly as the image flashed crossed his mind once more. It was like it was burned into his retinas. Shuffling across the hardwood floor he made his way into his bedroom and slipped into the unmade bed. He pulled the covers over him before reaching over to his nightstand for the charging cable. After plugging it in the screen lit up and Jungkook couldn’t ignore that he had a few new messages that he was positive were his best friend. Being none too kind to his phone he let it drop onto the table and plopped down on his back in bed. Head hitting the pillow and wishing so hard that sleep would come immediately after.

It didn’t.

Instead, Jungkook tossed and turned. His brown hair flopping all over the place. If he didn’t get knots normally he was going to get them before the next time he ran a comb through his hair. After about 45 minutes, Jungkook huffed before turning onto his left side and picking up his phone. It was already 9:30 in the morning and with his phone on silent he hadn’t noticed he received three more messages. Finger hovering over the screen he hesitated at opening the chat with Taehyung.

Finally, he caved and just looked. He didn’t want to see that picture of both of his hyungs together after what looked like a really good fuck but it wasn’t as if he didn’t see it every time he closed his eyes anyway. Lucky for him just the bottom of the picture was visible this time.

Tae 9:02am: Bunny

Tae 9:05am: Nothing happened I swear!

Tae 9:12am: Are you really going to ignore me? Just uh lets talk later hm?

Nothing happened? Was he looking at the same picture that Taehyung was looking at? Surely they couldn’t be if the man was trying to say that nothing happened. Who the fuck takes a picture like that if that isn’t what happened? What kind of sick joke is that? Jungkook exited out of the chat without saying a single thing. He didn’t have anything to say unless he wanted to call his best friend a liar. Nope, he didn’t want to talk. Placing the phone back on the table, he turned his back on his phone, propping up on his elbow he punched his pillow a few times before dropping back down harshly in the bed and squeezing his eyes shut.

All he saw though was Min Yoongi with his pale blonde hair all mussed up and the most serene expression on his sleeping face, with the longest eyelashes. And no he didn’t zoom in on that picture. He had never seen that type of expression from his hyung when he was sleeping and he had seen the man sleep plenty of times. Taehyung was draped over Yoongi’s naked body, equally as naked and with that stupid blissed-out grin of his when he’s had a particularly good night, his eyes were heavy with sleep that was ready to claim him. Jungkook had seen that expression before since his friend took a selca like that with each one of his new conquests it was customary.

A deep sigh slipped past his pink lips. Jungkook’s emotions were all over the fucking place and he couldn’t tell what upset him more. Was it that Taehyung was getting to spend time with his hyung and he could barely get a text from his hyung? Or was it that Taehyung had slept with one of his good friends that didn’t play games like Taehyung did? Or was it that Yoongi was willing to sleep with Taehyung and n- No, no, not even. Jungkook shook his head clearing himself from that absurd last thought. Opening his eyes, he stared at the white wall directly across from him.

“Fuck, I just want to sleep.”

How to turn off your mind? He wished he knew. It wasn’t often he had this problem and he hadn’t for a while now. The last time he had was when Hoseok first broke up with him but he had moved past that. This was nowhere near that level of emotional upset or shouldn’t it. It shouldn’t be.

It was.

And here he was, digital clock saying another hour had passed and he was thinking about what expressions Taehyung had been privy to that he had never seen before. What the fuck was wrong with him. Jeon Jungkook, you need to get it together.

Jungkook didn’t fall asleep for another hour or so, who was counting at that point? He slept for almost twelve hours straight but had been plagued with strange dreams that he really couldn’t recall upon waking up. He wasn’t sure whether that was a good thing or a bad thing. Considering everything else it was probably for the best. Sleeping for that long had unfortunately messed up his circadian rhythm but there wasn’t shit he could do about it. Instead, he played some more games that night and attempted to get some sleep at about three in the morning. Hoping that he would be able to slowly fix his sleep schedule early on in the week.

Showing up for work, the financial advisor could have looked better. Jungkook had ignored all of Taehyung’s phone calls and text messages. He didn’t bother counting the number of messages either. They had far exceeded the number of his fingers and toes. He knew that he would need to talk to his friend at some point but sleeping on things hadn’t helped the man get any closer to figuring out what he was feeling. What he was mad at and why he was overreacting. Jungkook wasn’t an idiot he knew that by giving his best friend the silent treatment for more than a day that he was not in his right mind but he also didn’t know what to say.

Taehyung would want to explain, he would say this and that then it would be Jungkook’s time to say that it was either okay he understood or it wasn’t okay. He was afraid that it wouldn’t be okay and he wouldn’t know how to explain why not. Taehyung would want an answer and his friend would deserve an answer. God, he was such a fucking mess since Hoseok had left him.

Shaking his head, he continued walking right into the woman in front of him in the hallway of his office building. Hot liquid spilled out of his Starbucks cup and he hissed as it landed on his hand.

“Oh Jungkook-ssi! I’m so sorry.”

A short female with auburn hair pulled back in a ponytail turned towards Jungkook and began to apologize for his mistake. Her hand immediately moved to wipe away the hot coffee from his hand even though she didn’t have a napkin or anything.

“Ah, no, Mihyun-ssi that was my fault. I should pay attention while I walk.”

He tried to apologize for his mistake but she was already shaking her head and beginning to counter him. Jungkook’s eyes caught with someone who was staring at him but he quickly looked away from his best friend and back to Mihyun.

“I’m okay, thank you. Let me buy you a coffee at lunch, hm?” Jungkook’s chocolate eyes stared just a little too directly at the woman in front of him but she didn’t notice his sudden nervous nature. For half a second, he thought she was going to turn him down but at the last minute she smiled shyly and nodded.

“A-Alright. Come find me when you’re ready to go on lunch. I tend to take mine late anyway so whenever you’re hungry.”

He nodded and guided her by the elbow for half a step to get her moving again. They worked in the same department so it wasn’t unusual for the two of them to walk together, except Taehyung who was standing stock still watching the exchange knew better. Jungkook often kept to himself, he would engage depending upon the person and if he was in an especially good mood. Neither of these factors were present at the moment. He was blatantly avoiding the older man and Jungkook couldn't deny that as he walked past Taehyung he didn’t feel a seed of guilt sprout. However, that didn’t make the financial advisor turnaround and go back. He told himself he was going to be late and that was excuse enough to keep moving.

Watching the back of Jeon Jungkook move further and further away from him, Taehyung couldn’t help but let his face fall. He hadn’t been overly cheery today but for half a second he had convinced himself that he would he able to talk to his friend and things would just go back to normal. It wasn’t often that Jungkook and him fought, at least not about anything serious. Sure they squabbled here and there but it was over menial things that were never serious squabbles to begin with. This was different. Jungkook had never gone this long without talking to him before or at least clearing the air.

Taehyung headed towards the elevators to had to his own office since meeting Jungkook in the morning and now lunch were out of the question. He knew Jungkook had asked to buy Mihyun a coffee as a way to tell him to fuck off. It was annoying but more than that being annoying, he was worried about his friend. Seeing as how he had gotten radio silence even directly after the picture of Yoongi and him was sent, he had no idea what the younger was thinking. He had nothing to go off of, just a lot of read messages and rejected phone calls. At some point Jungkook had even stopped bothering to reject his phone calls. Trudging mindless through the hallways, Taehyung took lefts and rights out of muscle memory until he slumped into his seat, ready for the clock to hit five o’clock. Pulling out his phone he unlocked it in hope that maybe he’ll at least have a message from Jungkook.

Nothing.

Tae 8:01am: Let me know when you’re ready to talk.

I’ll wait

Staring at the chat room screen, he frowned as nothing was sent back but a check mark appeared as it indicated that the message was read. Of fucking course. Taehyung set his phone down and turned on his computer and monitor. He should at least be booting that up if he was on the clock and he was. Picking up his phone once more he text someone else.

Trying to focus on the blurry message with his tired eyes, Yoongi looked at the text he received expecting it to be Namjoon.

“What the fuck?”

Kim Taehyung 8:03am: Hyung busy later?

I need to talk to u

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Ardor

Yoongi x You

Word Count: 560

Fluff

His hand is oddly cold wrapped tightly around your wrist. The tips of his fingers sure to leave an indentation at least for a few seconds. The way he managed to whip you around and press you against the back of the door you had just been about to open and walk through, surprised you. The level of intensity in his eyes as they pierced right through you made your breath catch in your throat. He was frustrated, you could feel it, like a summer day's warm breeze against every inch of your skin. It made you shiver, the closer he leaned in the more you wanted to step back but you couldn't move. The door were blocking any escape; and Yoongi, any other move you could make. Your back and hand pressed against the cold wood door, you couldn't manage to tear your eyes away from him.

"I'm sorry," the words were so soft contrasted with the image before you.

His other hand reached up, brushing the hair he had made askew behind your ear, making you shiver. He noticed. That smirk. Your frown. He leaned even closer, the warmth of his breath against your ear. Lips, brushing against your lobe,

"Forgive me. Don't go."

Feeling your heart hammer out of your chest made you feel so self conscious. It didn't make sense for him not to be able to hear it but you knew better. He didn't, only you. The flush to your cheeks frustrated you but what was worse was how easy he was making you melt. Yoongi's chocolate eyes found yours and while his intensity didn't falter, the flames licked even higher but so did his sincerity. He licked his lower lip before pressing those thin pink lips of his against yours, the fight you had wanted to so desperately cling to was slipping through your fingers, you had always been on the weak side. Holding a grudge was easy but not when the other person was so passionately trying to fix it.

His lips moved against yours and yours with his, You opened your mouth without prompting, he had won, he knew you, you knew it. The way he was kissing you, firm but gentle and all that frustration he was hiding had turned into the passion he was expressing with actions rather than words. You knew he was upset with himself, for letting things go so far, for getting caught in the argument and not thinking about what he really wanted to convey. The strength you had, drained away, you grew weak in his grasp. Yoongi's hand cupped your cheek, thumb caressing your skin. He pulled away ever so slightly for just a breath to take only to dive in again this time the flames licking at you more powerfully. Sparking your own flames to meet his in a chaotic yet serene dance.

Your arms wrapping around his neck. Seconds, minutes, hours, time held no relevance over the moment. His forehead pressed against yours, the soft ragged breathing filling in the silence of the empty room. "Don't go, jagi." he whispered once more, it was tinged with desperation. He should know your answer, but sometimes it needs to be verbalized. "I'm not going anywhere" you couldn't see it but you felt it, his relief roll off of him, his smile, his remorse and love.

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Home

Happy Jimin Day~

Park Jimin x You

Word Count: 460

You said just as softly back as you turned your gaze up at the stars above. You could feel his gaze on yours but neither of you said anything. Enjoying the presence of each other, with you admiring the beauty above and him admiring the beauty right at his feet. He had always been more grounded than you but it worked. You looked to the sky and he held your hand, letting you float but never drift away. He was your anchor. While you were the opposite, teaching him how to spread the angel wings that he’s always had but never used to their full capacity. Angel wings, they could be other wings but an angel seemed to fit him most accurately. No one you had met had ever been as pure, honest and just nor captivating as the man who now held your hand. He always managed to do things in such a simple natural way that it didn’t even feel like anything was happening at all. His fingers entwined with yours and you both continued to take up your respective views.

It wasn’t often that you were able to meet like this. A few times here and there, sometimes with months in between. Perhaps even a year. You had your life and he had his. Yet, you still belonged to him and he belonged to you.

“Missed you.”

His breath was warm against your ear, a shiver spread down your spine. He never failed to prompt such a reaction. Slowly you turned your head towards his. His eyelashes were almost mingling with yours at this angle.

“Missed you too.”

Barely a whisper but he knew exactly what you were saying. Eyes slipping down from his to catch a glimpse of his plump pink lips, it always happened and he always caught you. A broad smile now stretched over those lips, while heat rose to your cheeks, dusting them in the same shade of pink as his lips.

“Our place is never the same without you there.”

“I know, but it’s still home, Jiminie.”

He leaned in, lip brushing across your sweet lips. Taking you into the waves that made up the captivating Park Jimin, bathing you in his light, warmth and love. The way his lips moved against yours, pulled you down, down and down to the depths of an ocean you were sure that you would never mind drowning in. Taking another breath was trivial. He was your breath and you were his. A warm hand cupped your cheek, as those deep pools of constant emotion found your gaze once again. So many emotions flashing by and mingling together that you couldn’t tell one from enough, just that he was speaking only to you.

“You’re my home.”

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One Step Forward Two Steps Back

Pairing(s): HopeKook ~ SugaKookie

Genre: Angst, Romance

Summary: He shouldn’t be here. He knew that. The person’s apartment he was standing in front of was one he hadn’t seen in three years. It had been too long for a casual drive by. He hadn’t come back from the army and decided to drop by and see his hyung. Jungkook was pretty sure he wasn’t even welcome to call him by such an intimate term. Three years of radioactive silence. They weren’t friends, not even acquaintances anymore let alone brothers. Jungkook had fucked up then and he felt like he was about to fuck up now.

Notes: This spiraled out of control due to a drabble I wrote in a writing exercise. It's already been posted in the Write You A Drabble series but this first chapter will be that drabble for convenience purposes. After that, the real story begins.

I wasn't going to post this until I had finished writing the full story but thanks to a beautiful friend, here I am. Hopefully I won't be terribly slow at updating.

Chapters: 6/?

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

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OSFTSB ~ Ch. 3 Reminisce

Stretching as much as one could on a couch, Yoongi opened his eyes to see another day. His first thoughts unsurprisingly were on the man occupying his bed. Yoongi sat up and ran his hand through his bleached blonde locks a few times before shoving the blanket off completely and standing up. He looked around but didn’t see anyone. Perhaps Jungkook was still sleeping. As if he needed that. It was already bad enough that last night had maybe gazed upon the younger as he slept soundly wrapped up in his sheets for a few moments. A few moments being almost twenty minutes. That was much too long but once his feet had taken him from his bathroom, had drank too much water before bed, and planted themselves on the side of his bed he couldn’t seem to move. It was too easy to get lost in his thoughts and much too easy to take in more of face of a friend that he hadn’t seen in years. A face that he never thought he would ever have to go without seeing at one point in time. A face that belonged to the man who made him feel more than any other person ever had before.

Ignoring his bedroom, he didn’t want to get caught in an awkward position, he walked into the kitchen. Sitting along the bar top was a plate with breakfast already made. His mug was next to the plate, waiting for coffee to be poured into it. A small note was placed next to both, scribbled in handwriting that could only be from one person. Did he leave? That was odd, generally, Yoongi would have to kick the kid out of his apartment but… things were different now. It was something he had to keep reminding himself even though they met again for less than 24 hours. He probably would have to for the next week with or without seeing Jungkook again.

Yoongi hyung,

I wanted to thank you for taking me in last night. I appreciate it more than you know. I tried to make you breakfast since I didn’t want to wake you but you only had eggs and teriyaki spam? in your kitchen. What even is spam? Uh, I probably shouldn’t have written that when I cooked it for you. I promise it tastes good… Maybe… Good luck! Coffee is in the pot and your favorite mug is at the ready. Thank you again. If you ever need anything, call me.

Jungkook

P.S. If you don’t have it, here’s my number.

xxx-xxx-xxxx

If it tastes like shit, it’s not my fault ;)

And there it was that one sentence that made Yoongi’s breath hitch, catching in his throat making him at a loss on how to exhale nor inhale.

If you ever need anything, call me.

Call me.

A hand was extended, previously Yoongi would call it a lifeline but it’s not. He can live just fine without Jungkook, he has been for the last couple of years. He’s known Jungkook since he was eight and they moved to the same neighborhood. They lost contact in school a little bit here and there but not enough to ever lose contact completely or not have the others phone number. Even though Yoongi had cut off contact he had never deleted Jungkook’s phone number. Unless the younger had changed it, he could still contact him. In fact, he almost had a multitude of times. Generally, Namjoon would take his phone away, shaking his head and grumbling and Yoongi thanked him for those moments. The first year was extremely hard but time heals everything doesn’t it?

Sliding onto the barstool, Yoongi picked up the coffee pot and poured himself a cup. It wasn’t hot but it was still warm enough to drink. He re-read the note and couldn’t help but laugh at the way Jungkook’s mind went in so many different directions, exposing himself when he didn’t have to. It was just like the younger. Nothing had changed.

“Why is he so cute?”

He spoke quietly into the air, as his eyes read over the note yet again. Letting out a sigh, he pushed the note to the side and stared at the breakfast that had been made for him. It at least looked edible. The eggs weren’t burnt, they were fluffy yellow eggs. Hm, did he have milk too? It wasn’t as if Yoongi didn’t know what was in his fridge but… he didn’t know what was in his fridge. He hadn’t really been home much the past week, holing up in his studio that he finally was able to acquire a few months ago.

He poked at the teriyaki spam a few times before finally picking it up with his chopsticks and trying it. Chewing the smallest bit, he decided that it wasn’t half bad but also didn’t see the appeal. How was this an American staple? That’s what Namjoon had said as he tossed it in the cart. He was going to have to ask his friend later. The spam had been in his pantry for awhile but tasted fine enough.

Yoongi didn’t finish every speck of food on his plate because Jungkook had cooked him a meal but because he didn’t like food going to waste. With his dishes washed and put away, Yoongi made his way back to the living room to grab his phone hopefully before his alarm went off. He certainly had chosen the most obnoxious alarm there was and it did it’s job. Swiping his iPhone from the coffee table, he quickly turned the impending alarm off and opened up his messages.

Joon 8:02am: Don’t forget I need you here by 9:30

Okay, dad. That’s what Yoongi wanted to reply but didn’t. Instead he replied with,

Me 8:41am: Spam can’t possibly be an American staple.

Scrolling through the rest of his notification, his bare feet padded across the cool hardwood floor to his soft carpeted bedroom. The blonde’s phone vibrated in his hand a moment later. Joon scrolling across the top in notification.

Joon 8:42am: It is dude.

Wait did you finally eat it? Isn’t it like a year old?

Pulling out jeans and a graphic tee, he quickly changed and grabbed the nearest beanie. He didn’t have any fucks to give about his hair. Especially not since he slept on it wet and was sure it looked pretty awful. Picking up his phone from the dresser, he clicked on his friend’s message and promptly snorted. Why the hell else would he randomly mention spam...but had it really been a year? Fuck. He really needed to go to the grocery store. Tonight. He would go tonight.

Shoving his phone in the front pocket of his black jeans, he tugged on his beanie once more before grabbing his keys off the nightstand, slipping on his Air Jordan’s and out the door. Namjoon had been requesting his help with some tracks for a project he had been working on. It was something he only did in his spare time between his own gig at the radio station, his own composing and from time to time a show. It was becoming less and less frequent that he actually did shows at clubs but every now and then or when he had some good new material he’d make an appearance.

Namjoon and him had a few places in their old stomping ground that let them do a set almost whenever they wanted. It was a good time and helped to keep his skills sharp. There would never be anything remotely similar to the feeling on standing on stage, bright lights on you obscuring your view, the heat of the crowd wafting over you tinged with the electricity of their energy from their screams. Nothing could compare, a type of high that was certainly better than any drug he had ever tried back in the day. However, work was work and as much passion as he had for the stage he had in music in general. The way he was living now was good. He was able to do what he loved and still make a comfortable living. No, he wasn’t in some million dollar skyrise but when he often lived in his studio more than his own apartment, that was very unnecessary.

Striding through their studio door, Yoongi kicked the door behind him with his foot and handed over one of the coffees occupying his two hands.

“Did you kill me with that spam?” he grumbled to the man that was hunched over the desk scribbling in his notebook. The laptop was open next to the man but he was still putting pen to paper. Waving the coffee in his friends face, the younger looked up and took the coffee with a nod of thanks.

“So, you did eat it. Nah, you'll be fine. That stuff like never goes bad.”

Yoongi eyed him quietly for a moment as he parked himself on the other chair that was to the left of Namjoon. Crossing his right leg over his left he hummed.

“We know who is responsible if I do.”

Namjoon chuckled before taking a sip of his hot coffee and then leaning his elbow on the desk.

“I’m just surprised you actually cooked for yourself this early in the morning.”

Averting his gaze, Yoongi became interested in the lyrics that Namjoon had just been scribbling so furiously. He grunted in reply but that unfortunately wasn’t enough to fool the younger. They had been friends for much too long for either one of the two men to not know when they were hiding something or not revealing all the details. Sitting up straighter in his chair, Namjoon turned towards his hyung and pinned him with a knowing gaze.

“You cooked for someone?”

He asked the question with rising interest and extra emphasis on the word, someone. Yoongi wished there was a way to escape this, which may have been why he was pulling down on his beanie even more. As if it would be able to hide his entire being and end this conversation. He muttered a no, lips brushing against the straw of his Americano. More coffee he didn’t need but felt that he needed to exist.

“Wait… someone cooked you breakfast? Who?” A large hand clapped Yoongi on the back and sent him rocking forward but not enough to launch him from his seat.

“Min Yoongi finally got some. It’s been how many years now. So, who is she? He?”

Hacking up a lung, Yoongi tried to prevent himself from dying. The mention of his non-existent sex life had sent the bitter liquid down the wrong pipe. He really didn’t need a reminder as to how boring his life is or more like he didn’t want to have this discussion with Joon again. For some reason the younger is always worrying about him and being “all pent up” to which Yoongi would always grimace at. He was fine. He didn’t need to fuck around all the time to remain a human being. Though he couldn’t deny that on some days perhaps if he had he wouldn’t be quite as much as a grump as was.

Waving his hand as indication that Namjoon was wrong, the blonde's eyes squeezed shut as he felt the burn in the back of his throat, coughing a few more times before regaining himself once again.

“No? You didn’t get some? Then what the fuck are you cooking that old as fuck spam for?”

Oddly enough, this comment and Namjoon’s incredulous face just made him laugh. His deep yet soft chuckle filled the space between them. He picked up the notebook that Namjoon was writing in and tapped the page.

“Can’t we just work on this. It’s nothing important.” His words were tinged with just the slightest whine but even that didn’t stop Namjoon. Instead it earned him a lack of response. Tossing the notebook back down he turned to look at his best friend. Well, shit.. He had that look, the one that said I’m not doing anything until we talk about this.

“Maybe I should have added some Bailey’s into this.” Yoongi grumbled to himself, luckily for him Namjoon couldn’t hear because he would have gotten a smack for that. The gaze intensified before the younger sat back in his seat and let out a sigh.

“Jungkook-ah made it. It’s all I had in the house, you know I haven’t been home for days.”

Yoongi rambled more than necessary but he couldn’t help it. He was nervous. The last time they had a conversation about Jeon Jungkook. Well, it hadn’t ended well. Not at all. They didn’t speak for three days which is a record because they generally hear from the other at least once a day. He silently cursed himself for letting the fondness slip out in his voice when he spoke the younger's name.

“Jeon Jungkook?”

Yoongi nodded.

“Our Jeon Jungkook?”

Not daring to look into Namjoon’s eyes, he stared at the words on the page that were just blurring together.

“Mm…”

If crickets were active at 9:30 in the morning then you would be able to hear them in the studio right now. It was dead silent and the longer it stretched the more that Yoongi itched to move. Now he wished in his morning stumble that he hadn’t text the other about the spam. He could feel those deep brown eyes of Namjoon’s peering at him. It was unnerving because he knew that the younger was trying to reign in his emotions. For the most part Namjoon was a very calm soul but, there was always something that pushed another. In this case, Jungkook was his button. Don’t get him wrong, Namjoon also adored Jungkook like a younger brother but said younger brother wasn’t supposed to play with his best friends feelings like a dog toy. Or something like that Namjoon had said to Yoongi before.

“Why was he at your place? I thought you didn’t see him anymore, nor talk to him.”

If anyone were to barge into the studio they would think that the two men were having a lover's spat. It certainly sounded like it, the barely restrained anger in Namjoon’s voice and Yoongi shrinking back at it. He finally looked up and met his best friend’s angry yet worried gaze.

“He was crying Joon-ah. Not once but twice. How could I- I couldn’t turn him away. It’s over though, he left this morning and that’s that.” The blonde felt like he was pleading with his best friend and in a way he kind of was. Pleading with him to calm down and not jump to the conclusions that he could feel the other wanting to jump to but was clinging so hard not to.

The other man took in three calming deep breaths before saying anything more to the one person he cared about more than anyone besides his mother. He placed a hand on Yoongi’s knee and the anger was receding but the worry became ever more present.

“Hyung, you can’t do this again-”

“Do what? I haven’t done anything, Joon!” He didn’t want nor need a lecture right now. Yoongi knew that the younger cared but this wasn’t a conversation he wanted to travel down again. They had been there three years ago, it was shitty then and even worse now.

“Hyung, you know this is how it starts. It’s how it always starts. He runs to you whenever life hits a speed bump, you patch him up and then he ignores your feelings all over again. Don’t put yourself through it again.”

Knocking Namjoon’s hand off his knee, emotion broils in his gut and now he’s the one to needs to find a way to keep his cool. His best friend meant well, he knew that he did but he’s skipping so far ahead in a timeline that’s not even close to that. It’s been three years and Yoongi’s done everything to cut Jungkook out and move on with his life, doesn’t that count for something? Shouldn’t that build some trust that he’s not going to fall into the same trap as before.

“It’s been three years, three fucking years. I’ve cut him out, I didn’t seek him out. Why are you acting like I’m some pathetic groupie that can’t get over a one night stand with their idol?! Do you really have so little faith in me? Shit.” Pushing his chair forcefully out from him, Yoongi stood up and strode across the room so he didn’t have to look at his friend as he pulled off his beanie and threw it onto the couch.

“You’re right, it’s been three years Yoongs and you haven’t so much as had a single relationship that lasted more than a few weeks and don’t you dare lie to me about the reason as to why those ended.”

Namjoon turned his chair around to face his hyung’s back. Neither said anything. Yoongi couldn’t. He knew very well the reason his relationships had failed. He’d never been fully invested in the first place. It was a means to get a certain someone off his back. Those had worked sort of but now it was just being thrown in his face.

A loud sigh sounded from the man sitting down,

“Look, I do have faith in you hyung but he has some type of pull over you that nothing can break. I don’t think i can pick up your pieces again. I don’t think you can either. Please… be careful. That’s all I’m saying.”

Yoongi ran a hand through his blonde locks, taking one breath at a time and finding a way to calm himself once more. Namjoon and him rarely fought but they always fought about Jungkook. What the younger had said wasn’t wrong. He would always give his all to Jungkook, they were close and in ways they seemed like a couple. It was easy to blur the lines and hope for more but it was never anything more. Yoongi was the only one who got hurt, always just him. It honestly was the way he preferred it but that still didn’t make it sting any less.

“I care about you, hyung.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I care about you too. Let just work on those lyrics you got, huh?” He turned around and found his chair again. Pulling it up closer to the desk and picking up his Americano that he had left on the desk in the midst of his rage earlier.

“Alright, I think it’s pretty good but this hook is is lacking something.”

A long finger pointed to the section he was talking about and Yoongi nodded before reading over it for the third time that morning.

“You don’t have his number right?”

“Joon.” Yoongi’s fingers tapped the same spot on the page in warning.

“Alright, alright. I never asked. What do you think?”

The next four hours were spent uninterrupted in the studio and Yoongi would be there for even longer.

Pressing his key into the slot of the lock on his paint peeing green apartment door, Jungkook bit into his bottom lip. The entire way home he couldn’t help but wonder if he had made the right choice. It was honestly too late to be worrying about what was already done. Seeing his hyung again had been a rollercoaster of emotions. However, he welcomed those emotions in comparison to the ones that his ex had left him with.

A part of him would always be happy to see Yoongi. They were such close friends and he never wanted that friendship to end in the first place. It was his fault though, he knew that, understood that. It had taken him much too long to realize that older man didn’t think of him as just as friend. Or didn’t want to anymore. That he had been silently waiting, hoping for things to progress and in some ways they did progress. The two certainly had moments that their friendship bordered going into a new direction. Even still they were so innocent that they could be overlooked and that was exactly what Jungkook had done. Overlooked Yoongi and his feelings.

One could say that, Yoongi had never properly confessed but that would just be another excuse to make himself feel better. There had been plenty of signs, there had been plenty of people telling him as well that his hyung liked him as more than just a friend and maybe it wasn’t ideal but Yoongi had made himself very clear that one night that everything unraveled for them.

“I can’t do this anymore Jungkook-ah.” The words came out in a shuddering breath, so quiet that the Jungkook could almost wonder if he was just imagining the words.

“Do what?”

His stomach rolled over, an odd type of fear and nerves twisted inside of him and hung there like a brick. The way his hyung wasn’t looking at him, the way he spoke those words scared him.

“This! Us! Friendship!” The explosion of words caught the younger off guard as the explosion of words contrasted so much from the quiet words that were spoken just a moment ago. The second that Yoongi raised his eyes to Jungkook’s it was like the dam had broke and all of his emotions flooded out. The amount that those obsidian eyes could hold felt limitless and Jungkook would be lying if he said he didn’t take a step back because they scared him.

“Hyung?”

His words stuck to his throat, he couldn’t finish them let alone form them. What exactly was he going to say? Jungkook didn’t know, he couldn’t think full sentences. All he could do was stare at the eyes that were practically crying out to him to understand, to notice, to finally notice just what the other was doing to his hyung.

“I can’t watch you be with another person who treats you like crap and have you run to me. I can’t help you. I-I can’t watch the way your eyes light up for another… I can’t continue this in between t-thing. Whatever the fuck that is?! I c-can’t just be your rock anymore.”

The words were cryptic but as clear as ice. Jungkook knew what his hyung was saying, it was obvious. So painfully obvious. The way Yoongi was staring at him, like he was the source of his pain but that he would also take that pain tenfold spoke volumes. It was what the other had been doing all along. Reaching out, he went to take his hyung’s hand only to have it snatched away.

“D-don’t touch me. Don’t pretend that you don’t know what that means for me.”

Jungkook stared down at his hand and then the one that Yoongi yanked away as if he was some demon. It would have hurt if Jungkook didn’t feel so numb. So much information was being shoved at him from all different facets and it was too much. He loved his hyung, but he had never seen him in any other light than friendship. Everything his friends had said were right. And to think he had just laughed it off. Laughed about how Yoongi and him could never be in a relationship right in front of him, that it was the funniest thing he had heard. Jungkook had been cruel.

“I care about you hyung.”

“I know you do Jungkook-ah… but not like that right? Never like that.”

The sadness that was reverberating off of Yoongi, wasn’t something that Jungkook could ignore this time. It held him in it’s grips and kept him frozen. He couldn’t utter a single word. All he could do is stare at his hyung who was bleeding in front of him and wish that he had the answers. Pretend that he didn’t see how those eyes threatened to water, something the elder had only allowed him to see but not anymore.

Jungkook took a step forward and Yoongi a step back. Then another step back and another. Finally, the silence that stretched between them, building a wall that Jungkook couldn’t break down let alone stop it from building.

“It’s okay. I didn’t expect you to anyway. I meant what I said though. I can’t do this anymore.”

Yoongi wouldn’t look at him, Jungkook wanted him to but the reason why was selfish. He knew that if Yoongi would just raise his eyes, that he’d take those words back. That they could fix this and go back to how things were. He willed the elder to but Yoongi didn’t. Instead he turned away.

“I wish you happiness, it’s all I’ve ever truly wanted for you. Sorry, Jungkook-ah.”

The click of the door was the last thing that Jungkook heard and what snapped him back to the present .

“Finally!”

The loud baritone voice made Jungkook jump and he quickly wiped at his eye in hopes of removing any evidence of the rocky emotional state he was in. Turning towards the right, his apartment was small. As soon as you walked in the door you had the kitchen to the left, living room to the right, further ahead was a very small dining room right next to the kitchen and if you walked through the living room to the right there was a hallway with two bedrooms and one bathroom.The nice thing was he had a balcony. His place to escape from life and enter his own little world. His best friend was promptly on his couch, arm hanging along the back of it with him looking up at Jungkook. The flickering of images from the TV could be seen but the volume had been muted as soon as the owner walked through the door.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have given you a set of keys.”

Taehyung scoffed as he waved the younger over. Jungkook rubbed his jaw before tossing his keys and wallet onto the small table at the entranceway, trudging over sullenly. He wasn’t looking forward to this chat but maybe he should have replied to the other earlier and then he wouldn’t have to.

“Where’d you go last night? Not h-” Immediately Jungkook interjected with a firm,

“No.”

Widening his eyes slightly, the raven haired man patted the empty space on the couch next to him. Jungkook sunk right into the cushion and let out a long sigh.

“O-kay, so not there… then where? You don’t really do one night stands even though I’ve told you over and over you should get your rocks off some. It’s a great way, no strings and they leave immediately after or morning of if you like to snuggle. You’re totally a snuggler. I mean any time we sleep together it’s like trying to get out of a choke hold-”

“Tae... “ Jungkook raised his hand in motion to stop his friend from continuing his ramblings. The man always got distracted so easily.

“Why do you think I got laid anyway? It’s been a few days.”

“Right, it’s been a few days so you might need-” A hand covered Taehyung’s mouth and Jungkook looked at his friend incredulous, where did he get this type of sexual appetite from and why was he projecting it onto him? Sometimes he really couldn’t handle Taehyung.

“Since the break… break up. Is your mind always in the gutter?” He removed his hand and was shaking his head in disbelief. Looking a little sheepish, Taehyung shrugged his shoulders.

“I know what works for me but really Kookie. I know you needed some time alone but I’m worried about you.”

“I know, Tae. I know. I didn’t mean to worry you. I just didn’t want to talk and I know you’re still curious so no I really didn’t go home with anyone last night.” He paused as the words that just left his mouth played again in his mind, that wasn’t quite true.

“I mean I went home with someone but nothing happened.”

Taehyung began twirling a strand of his hair around his finger as he stared mouth agape at his friend. Trying to decipher what that just meant. Jungkook stretched out his legs and threw his head back on the couch. Another conversation he wasn’t sure he wanted to start with his best friend but he didn’t really have much of a choice.

“Who the hell would take you home but not fuck you, except me and your mom?”

Jungkook grimaced at the mention of his mother in the same sentence of him being fucked. Sometimes the other really didn’t think about his words before saying them.

“Ew. Please for the love of god and everything holy do not ever include my mom in the same sentence of me fucking. Ew, ew, ew.”

Pressing his cheek into the couch, Jungkook opened an eye and stared at his friend who looked genuinely regretful over those words.

“It sounded better in my head.”

“Everything does.” He grumbled only to receive Taehyung’s fingers on his left nipple through his shirt, twisting it. Jungkook smacked his hand hard.

“Fuck Tae, that hurt!”

“Good.” The giggles that came from Taehyung were unfortunately infectious and a second later Jungkook was laughing too. The elder certainly was one of the most unique people that Jungkook knew but he was also one of the most caring. He was really lucky to have the man in his life.

“Really, though who would take you home and not fuck you… unless it’s Yoongi hyung… Hmm…” Taehyung was doing what he did best, speaking his thoughts aloud, not really expecting an answer. Except, Jungkook became very quiet. So quiet that he was trying to silence his breathing without actually not breathing. It took a moment but Taehyung raised his eyes up to the younger and tilted his head to the side as he peered curiously at Jungkook.

“Kookie… what aren’t you telling me? Fuck! It was really Yoongi hyung? Shit?! How is he? Was he wearing that leather jacket he always used to wear? Man, he was hot in that leather jacke-”

“Hyung!”

A large hand waved in front of the elders face, to hopefully bring his back down to earth. It caught his attention enough to stop rambling and really look at his friend again.

“Yeah, it was Yoongi hyung and he’s fine I guess?” It came out as a question because neither of them really talked much about how they were presently. And… well, obviously Jungkook wasn’t doing so hot at the moment.

“He looked good, lost some weight I think. No leather jacket. He’s blonde. Like really blonde, almost platinum. It suits him oddly. A lot, it suits him a lot.” As he brought to mind the image of Yoongi he had been with not too long ago, his eyes looked dreamlike and Taehyung smiled as he gazed at his best friend. Placing a hand on the younger’s through brought his attention back to the present and the person in front of him.

“You missed him, huh?”

Jungkook quietly contemplated the question. Rolling around the words missed him on his tongue. The couch dipped as he repositioned himself, moving Taehyung’s hand and laying his head in his hyung’s lap.

“Mm…”

It was the most of an answer that Taehyung was going to get and for once he didn’t pry. His hand instantly went to the younger's head as he threaded his fingers through the golden brown locks. It was quiet for a few moments, Taehyung let his friend get lost in his thoughts and he traveled down his own.The two men could lie like that for hours, Taehyung had a habit where he had to be touching someone at all times just about if they were close enough friends. He specifically loved playing with another's hair. It had gotten him in trouble when he was in grade school not noticing that he kept playing with the girl’s hair that sat in front of him every day.

“You came back pretty early, was it too awkward?”

Jungkook’s eyes had long closed, as the tendrils of peace relaxed every muscle of his body from his head down to the tips of his toes. He loved having someone run their fingers through his hair. Maybe it stemmed from his childhood, where his mother would do so from time to time, especially when he couldn’t fall asleep. Jungkook wasn’t really sure but it relaxed him in a way that nothing else could quite match.

“Kind of? I mean at first but-”

“You were thinking too much again.”

The brunettes chest shook with mild laughter, his best friend knew him too well. He nodded in reply and began biting his bottom lip. A nervous tick he could never seem to break. Taehyung’s large hand stopped playing with Jungkook’s hair and cupped his face, thumb caressing his cheek.

“I felt...feel. I feel bad you know. I was completely selfish, again, last night. I shouldn’t have gone there.” He inhaled a shaky breath before continuing. Trying to push down all the feelings of guilt that were rushing over him once more. The man hummed to let the other know that he was listening and it was okay to continue when he was ready.

“But Tae, he just welcomed me in. No questions… heh, well there were questions but you know how hyung is. He didn’t pry.”

The raven haired man nodded his head but realized the other couldn’t see his acknowledgement. Continuing to caress the other's cheek he leaned down and pressed his lips to Jungkook’s forehead.

“Kookie, it’s okay to feel happy about that. It’s okay that you went over there.”

“It’s not okay, hyung. I shouldn’t have gone.” The firmness in Jungkook’s voice was as solid as an aged oak tree whose roots sink deep into the earth for miles and miles. It made Taehyung sigh. The man was so stubborn.

“Kookie, you can’t beat yourself up forever for what happened.”

“Yes-”

“Yes, you fucked up. You fucked up royally Jungkook and I’m still baffled as to how you didn’t realize his feelings for you. Especially, when you two went around being boyfriends.”

“We didn’t go around like that.” Jungkook’s words cut in so fast that Taehyung gave him a judging glare and the younger returned that glare with one of his own.

“Well, you could have fucking fooled me and every poor soul that walked by.”

Jungkook turned over on his side, arms crossed over his chest as he huffed. This might have been one of the reasons why he had never noticed anything. Everything was so comfortable with Yoongi that it just felt like the norm. They always seemed to fall in line with the other but they had known each other for many years, it would be strange if they didn’t… Right?

Sometimes Jungkook wasn’t so sure about that. Now wasn’t one of those times.

“Bunny, “

“Don’t call me that.” He swatted Taehyung’s hand away from his head. The elder ignored it and went back to twirling some of his hair around his long finger.

“Bunny, stop pouting. Admitting it doesn’t make you any less of a person, you know. In fact it makes you more of a person. We all know, even Yoongi hyung knows that you didn’t do it on purpose and neither did he. Just, stop feeling guilty. It’s been three years, you felt like shit, you apologized. It’s time to let it go.”

Only silence from the person lying in Taehyung’s lap. It didn’t bother the elder, he knew that Jungkook needed some time to marinade over those words. And he would. He would think about it for the rest of the day and the next as well.

“He let you in, that’s a good thing. Who knows, maybe this break up with Hoseok could mend your friendship.”

“Ugh, do you have to mention that dick’s name?”

Taehyung’s baritone voice broke out in a soft rumble which earned him a smack to the thigh from a very petulant Jungkook.

“Sorry, sorry. It’s just amusing to hear you refer to him like that when just the other week it was these sickeningly sweet honey bun eyes.”

Honey bun eyes? Where did his friend even come up with these comparisons. What did that even mean? Well, Jungkook could figure out what his hyung meant but any one else would be confused. He rolled his eyes at that description.

“How are you holding up, hmm?”

He sighed.

“I’m here aren’t I?”

Taehyung frowned. That wasn’t the answer he wanted. He knew that it really had only been a few days since the breakup occurred but he still wanted his friend to bounce back as soon as possible.

“He never even told me he loved me but he said it to whoever that was.”

Taehyung let out a string of profanities mixed in with words that Jungkook wasn’t really sure who or what had come up with. The grip on his hair was growing more and more taut.

“Ah, ah, shit hyung that hurts!”

Taehyung looked down and saw that in his anger of the man who had hurt his best friend he had unintentionally been about to pull Jungkook’s hair out of his skull. He let go immediately and kissed the spot a few times.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry. I just want to beat the shit out of Jung Hoseok. What a fucking asshole.”

“Yeah, hyung I know....”

And he did know. Jungkook knew all too well but that didn’t change how he felt about the man. He couldn’t just stop caring like the flick of a light switch. Man, did he wish he could. It would make everything easier. Instead he his wounds continued to bleed and sometimes he licked them clean other times he opened them further. His phone was still littered with remnants of their relationship. The five million selcas the man always made him take, the cute videos he’d send Jungkook in the morning to wake up to. The sweet words he’d say at night before they went to bed, if they didn’t talk all night on the phone. He hadn’t found the will to delete them yet. To let go.

He whispered, “I-I still wait for him to come back and say those words to me hyung.”

It’s stupid. He knows. He knows that it’s over. That it had apparently been over and he was the only person to not know. He knows that he’s only hurting himself more by clinging onto this impossible hope but Hoseok had made him happy. It’s just too hard to toss all those memories in the trash like yesterday news. Even if Hoseok had already done as such to him.

A warm hand gripped his arm and rubbed it gently.

“Have you heard from him?”

A small nod, could be felt against Taehyung’s thigh. Wetness was staining the elder’s jeans, one drop at a time but neither said anything about it.

“Once.”

Jungkook hadn’t been ready to tell Taehyung about this which was why he had been ignoring his hyung’s messages for the last few days. Sliding his hand into his pants pocket, Jungkook fished out his phone and then held it up for Taehyung to take. Once he did, Jungkook brought his hand in towards his chest, silently wiping away his tears with his index finger.

Taehyung unlocked the others phone, they knew each other's passcodes and even if they didn’t it generally only took a few tries before the boys were able to figure out what it had been changed to. Opening up his messages, the raven haired man found Hoseok’s and opened it to reveal a single message the same night that Jungkook found out he had been cheated on.

Hoseok 12:43am: Jungkook-ah, I know that there isn’t anything I can say to excuse what happened or what I did but I want to apologize for letting you find out in such a way. I won’t ask for forgiveness but know that I wish for your happiness. I’m sorry that it can’t be with me.

There was no reply, which Taehyung was glad his dongsaeng didn’t reply. There honestly wasn’t much you could say to such a message. It was a very clear cut, we’re over and there’s no need for us to keep in contact anymore. It was honest but still shitty. Feeling a squeeze to his arm, Jungkook took comfort in his hyung.

“Come up here, Kookie.”

He didn’t need to be asked twice, Jungkook placed a hand on the edge of the couch and pushed himself up and then let Taehyung stretch out so that he could lay with him. Laying his head down on his hyung’s chest, Taehyung’s arm wrapped around him immediately.

“He’s an asshole. Cry today but don’t waste your tears on him after today. You deserve so much better.”

The brunettes nodded, his hair swaying to the left and then the right and Taehyung brushed his hair out of his eyes. He pressed his lips to the top of Jungkook’s head for the second that morning and he would for as many times as the younger needed. Smoothing those silky locks down over and over, Taehyung felt every shake of the younger's shoulders as he cried. Letting out all of the emotions he just couldn’t seem to shake. Letting go of the memories he had built with a man he had fallen for. Letting go of every sweet nothing, touch, kiss. Everything that was Jung Hoseok and what he meant to Jungkook in his heart of hearts.

This wouldn’t fix everything but it was the start that he needed to move on. Holding on was fruitless and showing that message to Taehyung had been the way of putting the final nail in the coffin that was his relationship and hope. The two stayed on the couch, Jungkook wrapped in his hyung’s embrace for a few hours. Eventually the tears dried up and just the comfort of having someone that cared for him filled in the gap.

“You really slept with Yoongi and nothing happened? Should’ve tapped that.”

Jungkook wouldn’t deny nor confirm that the indentations in Taehyung’s sun kissed skin that looked suspiciously like teeth were his.

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OSFTSB ~ Ch. 2 Half Truths

The trek to Yoongi’s apartment was silent, each of the two men lost in their own thoughts. So much so that neither realized until walking across the threshold that they were still holding each other's hand. The blonde glanced down and slowly removed his hand, Jungkook rubbing his own on his sweatpants and Yoongi staring at his own for a little longer than necessary. Moving further into the room, the elder waved his hand in the general area of his living room which was only about three feet from his front door.

“Don’t just stand there, take a seat. It’s not like you haven’t been here before.” He rubbed a finger against his nose before turning towards the kitchen and leaving the younger behind to make himself comfortable.

Jungkook nodded, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he shuffled his way over to the dark grey sofa. It was new, that hadn’t been there before. Neither had the matching recliner. Looks like his hyung had finally been able to upgrade, he had always been complaining about how his old couch had a spring in it that just dug right into your back when you laid on it.

“Nice couch hy- uh… nice couch.”

Jungkook couldn’t hear it but he could feel the sigh from his seat on the far end of the couch.

“Jungkook, we’re not strangers. Just call me hyung.”

“Ah, oh, okay… hyung.” his smile was small but he was trying to hide it.

“I’ll make some tea.” He didn’t mean for himself but for Jungkook. Considering the two had known each other since middle school, little preferences like that had long since been learned. Yoongi didn’t drink tea but he had always carried some for when Jungkook came over and just had coffee for himself.

“You have tea? You don’t even drink it.”

Why does he have to remember those details right now? Can’t he just gloss over it? Yoongi didn’t want to admit anything to Jungkook, he just couldn’t handle seeing him cry. He would help feel a bit better and then send him on his way. Yes, that is what he would do.

“Well, I do. So, do you want it or not, kid?”

Nodding his head, Jungkook forgot that Yoongi wasn’t in view and couldn’t see him. Leaning back on the couch, he let his head rest on the back of it and closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment of actually being back in the on place he had missed for so long.

“Please.”

Jungkook had never thought this would be possible again. He remembered once more just how much he had truly missed his hyung. He didn’t think this would be a permanent development but even just this one day was enough. At least that is what he would keep telling himself as soon as he left Yoongi’s apartment.

“And maybe it’s three years old.” The elder said just loud enough for Jungkook to hear but also made it sound like he was trying to hide that fact.

Three.

Two.

And there it was,

“Hyung!”

Yoongi chuckled as he waited for the tea kettle, yes he had one thanks to Jungkook years ago, boil and dug around for the old whale diffuser that the younger had also forced upon him so that he could drink tea at his place. It took rooting through three drawers and a cabinet before he finally found it. Giving it a quick wash, just to be on the safe side, he scooped some of the loose leaf chai or something tea, putting it into the diffuser. Grabbing a mug from his cabinet next to the refrigerator, he placed the whale in it, two scoops of sugar before placing the spoon down on the counter and moving over to the other counter where he’d be able to view into the living room and see the younger.

“Just kidding. It’s not that old… Does tea even go bad?”

Yoongi was speaking the last question to himself but Jungkook just shrugged. It wasn’t long before the whistling began to sound. Pushing off the counter he turned back to the stove and removed the kettle from the stove, pouring the boiling water into the mug.

Jungkook was curious as to why Yoongi had tea in his home especially if it wasn’t that old but he didn’t think the elder would answer his question. If maybe Yoongi had someone new in his life who enjoyed tea like Jungkook had. It’s not your business anyway, he thought to himself and it wasn’t. That wasn’t why he had come over, that wasn’t why Yoongi had text him the other night. Hearing the shuffle of his hyung’s feet across the carpet, Jungkook lifted his head up off the back of the couch and opened his eyes.

The blonde set down the mug of tea that had steam rising up from it, onto the coffee table in front of them and then took a seat on the opposite side of the couch. The distance was impossible not to notice but Jungkook tried not to let it bother him. It was only natural.

“Be careful. Let it cool a little first.”

His eyes followed the youngers movements as he had leaned forward to pick up the black mug. It was one that Jungkook had given to Yoongi when he got back from his family trip to Jeju years and years ago. He smiled fondly at the fact that his hyung still used it. The silence that settled between them wasn’t exactly uncomfortable but a cloud was growing above them, darker and larger in size. The unspoken hanging above. Yoongi was stretched out, legs hanging over the couch, feet on the floor, arm lying across the armrest, him sunken into the couch a little bit but his lap was more than inviting for a cat or someone to sit on. His fingers drummed quietly on the edge of the armrest, while Jungkook rested both of his arms on his thighs, leaning towards his tea, occasionally blowing on it as he heeded Yoongi’s words.

“So, you want to tell me what’s going on?”

Taking in a sharp breath, Jungkook held on and didn’t release it until he couldn’t hold on anymore. It wasn’t like he didn’t know this topic was going to be broached but that didn’t mean he was ready for it.

“What do you mean?”

Would he ever be ready for it? The answer to that was no. He wouldn’t, not truly. The wound was still open and festering, it hadn’t even begun to heal but how could it? Everything was so fresh, an entire relationship, all that time spent was worthless, meaningless. It’s been erased but not in all the ways that would count. Reaching for the tea, Jungkook picked it up, wrapping both of his hands around it. He enjoyed the warmth it gave him because his heart was growing colder, icing over and soon that was going to spill from his heart, travelling the veins and arteries until there was nothing but a cold shell. It was exactly how he had felt for the past three nights. As normal as that was becoming, he didn’t want it to stick.

“Jungkook…”

There was a firmness there that Jungkook was so familiar with. In some ways Yoongi had always treated him as a little brother, this was one of those tones. In other ways he treated him as an equal, as a friend and as... something, Jungkook still didn’t want to think about it. How easy it was for him to cycle around and feel the guilt all over again, churning in his stomach like curdled milk.

He shouldn’t be here.

“I can still see the tear streaks. You were crying on my doorstep twice. What’s going on? Whose ass do I need to kick?” The gruffness and fresh anger that was woven through Yoongi’s words made the younger feel a surge of comfort from being protected by his hyung.

God, he had missed this.

“No one… Myself maybe…”

The brunettes head hung over his mug of tea and he wasn’t able to catch the confusion and concern that passed over the other's face. A hand, fair as the white sand on those beaches you only saw in pictures, with blue veins running through it rested onto Jungkook’s knee. How had he not noticed the dip in the couch? Really, his hyung had upgraded the furniture. Jungkook wouldn’t raise his head much but he peered at the hand from beneath his lashes and took in a short breath.

Yoongi was having to do the same. It had been much too long since he touched the man in front of him, as much as he wanted to act like it didn’t affect him. To himself, he couldn’t fool himself. The feeling of Jungkook’s sweatpant clad knee underneath his hand brought on a rush of emotions. He had yearned to touch the younger from the instant he had cut off contact. For awhile he could pretend that he had gotten past it, didn’t want it, crave it, need it but here he was and it all came rushing back. Yoongi forced himself to keep his hand there instead of jerking it back like touching hot coals. He let his skin burn, broil and fester in favor of providing the comfort that Jungkook very much needed, once again Yoongi put himself second.

“We don’t have to talk about it but… you know the answers you seek only come after acknowledging what happens.”

Sometimes Yoongi sounded so wise that he even surprised himself. He removed his hand and put some more distance between them. Choosing to reach for the remote to the television. Jungkook always needed time to collect his thoughts before speaking about something that was important to him and Yoongi really needed a distraction. He hadn’t thought, that a simple touch he hadn’t even meant to do, would re-ignite the molten lava into free flowing waves he had prayed were quelled long ago. He channel surfed for a while as Jungkook began to drink his tea.

The silence stretched and just like old times it was comfortable. Time ticked away, both men staring at the screen in front of them but neither actually paying it any mind. Jungkook was lost in his thoughts while Yoongi was just waiting in a blank stupor, seeing the colors blur past, sounds reach his ears but not much comprehension besides that. His hand had long since been removed from Jungkook’s knee and the immediate coolness he felt wasn’t easy to ignore. So, he didn’t. If nothing else he should at least accept that. Even cold the younger finished the tea that his hyung carefully prepared for him. Pressing his toes into the flooring beneath him, Jungkook stood up only for the mug to be swiped from his grasp much quicker than he was used to the other moving. It wasn’t that Yoongi was slow but he was just never in a hurry. He would always say that rushing didn’t change anything, the coffee shop would still be, your work would still be there, and people would still be there so why move faster than you need to? Jungkook could never really dispute that so he always shrugged.

Raising his eyes towards his hyung and actually seeing what was in front of him for the first time in two hours, Jungkook watched as he was waved off.

“I got it.” Gruff mumbled words tossed at him as the older man was moving away from the younger. Jungkook let himself sink back into the couch and threw his head back against the cushion, closing his eyes.

“Are you hungry? It’s kind of late but… have you eaten?”

A soft smile graced his lips while his eyes remained closed. He should probably get off this couch. He’s long since overstayed his welcome. Even though Yoongi would never say so, Jungkook was well aware that he did. And worse, he’s stayed too long without at least explaining anything to the man who was being more than generous to him. The guilt curdled up once more.

“Not hungry, but thanks hyung.”

The only response he got was a grunt of acknowledgement. In his head he could hear Yoongi’s voice saying, suit yourself and you know where the fridge is. It made him chuckle softly. Feeling an odd prickling sensation, Jungkook opened his eyes to a pair of deep obsidian ones staring back at him. It didn’t startle him, he just stared back not really knowing what to say but words often weren’t necessary in Yoongi’s presence at least. Seconds felt like minutes but minutes felt like seconds before Yoongi finally looked away. Jungkook didn’t know what the elder saw, if he found what he was looking for, was it good or bad, or neither of those. His slightly larger two front teeth sunk into this bottom lip, he was curious.

“It’s late, you should get some rest.”

Yoongi’s eyes fell back onto Jungkook as his left brow raised. Placing his hands onto of the back of the couch, he continued to look down at the younger in amusement.

“I should be the one saying that to you, Jungkook.”

His fingers curled the hem of his shirt inwards, wrapping it further and further into his hand, a nervous tick. Breath catching in his throat, the thought of going home was too much. Going home was the right thing to do but… his sheets still smelled of him. No matter how many times he washed his sheets in the four different laundry detergents he had bought over the past four days it didn’t change anything. No, he wasn’t ready for that. He knew, he knew it was all in his head but somehow he couldn’t make it stop.

“I don’t want to bother you hyung.”

His words were soft but true. He didn’t and he felt like a burden now. No, he was a burden. Yoongi would never say so but they both knew better. This contact wasn’t supposed to happen. Jungkook had freed the elder from his grasp years ago. Or so he thought. Or so Yoongi thought too… until today.

“…But?”

Sitting up, Jungkook had to shift his eyes from his hyung and shook his head.

“No buts.”

A lie.

It was a lie.

A poor lie that Yoongi saw through immediately but wasn’t going to correct the younger. They weren’t… anything to each other now. Not really, who was he to try to delve down that road? He wasn’t, he was nobody. Just an old acquaintance. That was what he kept telling himself to keep that lava inside at the bottom of the volcano. He needed with every fiber of his being for it to remain asleep. The stirrings he felt just when he touched Jungkook earlier scared him. When he stared into the younger's’ eyes just moments ago, that scared him too. It was a long fall down and he wasn’t sure he could survive another one.

“Alright,” Yoongi licked his lips and removed his hands from the couch, turning towards his bedroom. “You know how to show yourself out when you’re ready. I’m going to shower before bed.”

Jungkook’s teeth sunk deeper into his teeth, head turning against his will and his chin pressing into the cushion. The constriction of his lungs growing shorter and tighter with every breath, it was only going to get worse with every step he took towards his apartment. He might not even make it home, might be better that way. With a sadness in his eyes that he couldn’t control. Hiding emotions had never been easy for him, they leaked out everywhere, in every gaze, movement, word. Now was no different.

“Hyung…”

It took every effort in him to not only say that one word but to also resist calling out to Yoongi. The breathy word reached Yoongi’s ears and froze him in place. Yoongi couldn’t move an inch and he didn’t want to. If he did any if not all of his resolve would be gone.

“I-I can’t… Can I stay here just for one night?” Jungkook’s voice shook so bad that he hung his head in embarrassment. Silence stretched and neither moved. After many long moments, Jungkook finally took in a deep breath, he needed it to brave himself for what would come next.

“Sorry, that was too much. I’ll go home-“

“Yes.” The answer to the scared young man in Yoongi’s home given but not heard. He just kept rambling and apologizing.

“Thanks, you know uh, for-

“Jeon Jungkook. I said yes.” Yoongi slowly turned around and pinned the younger with an annoyed stare.

“You can stay.”

At this point, Jungkook was already by the entranceway but he turned back towards his hyung. The depth of sadness that was in his eyes forced Yoongi to look away. He had never wanted to see that, never wanted to see the man so broken and beaten. It was making his blood boil, his short nails digging into the palm of his hand to the point that they might even break the skin. Taking in a deep breath, the blonde man exhaled more shakily than he would have liked to admit. He waved his hand in the direction of his bedroom.

“Take the bed. I’ll-“

“Oh no, no I can’t.”

“It’s fine.”

“No, the couch is more than enough. The floor even-“

“Jeon Jungkook.” His voice raised a decibel in the small apartment, it wasn’t like him to lose his cool but Jungkook always knew how to rile him up one way or another. The other man fell silent instantly and eyes growing wider at the change in tone.

“You look like absolute shit, just take the bed. God, how many times are you going to make me call you that? I’m not your dad.” The gruffness of his voice faded into just mumbles but loud enough for the other to hear and crack a small smile. Stepping further into Yoongi’s home once more, Jungkook smirked.

“I know buuutttt I can call you app-“

“Don’t you-“

“a.”

Yoongi squeezed the bridge of his nose while his eyes squeezed shut. Who could say anything if he through the little shit over his knee and gave him a spanking. Seriously, the kid was asking for it. Letting his hand drop to his side, laughter filled the apartment for the first time that day. A sucker punch to the gut is what that felt like. All the wind in his sails were gone as he opened his eyes and gazed upon the man whose eyes were crinkling into little crow’s-feet at the corners and his larger two front teeth that would forever give him the appearance of a bunny let out the melodic laughter that Yoongi never expected to ever hear again. It took him a moment but the fond familiar smile Yoongi wore as he gazed at the younger was soon erased. Clearing his throat he wiped the remnants away and grumbled about taking a shower

“Never again.”

…miss him.

“Hyuunngg,”

I really miss him.

“Never.”

Yoongi stomped off to his bathroom and shut the door harder than he anticipated but it only sparked more giggles from the man lingering at the edge of his bedroom. If only a shower could clear his thoughts. He did need nor want the ones he just had but he had long since stopped lying to himself. Being burned before it just didn’t do any good. Sleep. Yes, sleep, that is what Min Yoongi needs. It’s the only escape. His mind had always kept going until he was just exhausted but sleep… Sleep was sweet, for the most part. Dreams were another thing but he rarely dreamed. The couch wasn’t too bad to sleep on. It was a step up from the last one he head but even so he wasn’t looking forward to sleeping on it. Necessary though. As the water poured over him, he could only nod to himself that the couch was definitely necessary.

By the time the steam had cleared and Yoongi had gotten his thoughts to mostly clear with it, Jungkook was sitting on the edge of his bed. He was fully clothed and fiddling with his phone. Something Yoongi hadn’t seen him look at the whole day. He was wearing a frown but it wasn’t the same as the one Yoongi saw the younger wearing from his window. Somehow he felt relief. As he shuffled across the floorboards of his bedroom, he ruffled Jungkook’s hair.

“Stop frowning.”

Old habits die hard. The blonde didn’t look back, just let the water drip from the strands of his hair down onto his back, pulling open his drawers from a pair of old boxers he always wears to bed and a white tee.

Jungkook brought his own hand up to the top of his head before dropping it back in his lap. He clicked out of the messages and dropped the phone next to him on the bed.

“Sorry hyung. Tae’s just… He’s-“

“Worried?”

A heavy sigh filled the room, a silent confirmation.

“Why don’t you call him?”

Yoongi offered as he made his way back to the bathroom to change into his clothes. A few years back, he would have just dropped the towel right there, it was nothing that either of them hadn’t seen before. That was then though and now there were boundaries. A lot of boundaries. As well as a lot of boundaries that had and still are being broken. Such a mess. Such a fucking mess this was. It was what Min Yoongi did best though. Clean up Jeon Jungkook’s messes. This time though, this time there was a little more to it than that. It was hard to think through things clearly because that is exactly what Yoongi would say every time and Namjoon would grumble at him that it was just an excuse and just another mess. He had that argument with Namjoon more times than he could count but he had always found himself back in the same position until he put an end to it.

Or so he thought.

One day. It’s just one day and then he’ll patch the kid up and send him on his way.

“Ah, I will tomorrow. I just… don’t want to talk, you know?”

Yoongi grunted because he did know. He understood that much more than he should and it was about the very person who had just spoken those words and was taken up his bed. Using his towel he tried to dry his hair a little bit more, so it would at the very least stop dripping on him. Tossed it down on the sink and strolled out of the bathroom up to his bed and grabbed one of the pillows.

“He’s going to be worried sick about you until you talk to him. Ah, before you say anything-“ A finger was pointing at the mouth hanging open enough to catch flies in it, promptly shutting it, Jungkook waved a hand with all the sass that he has indicating for Yoongi to continue.

“Just do it for his sake, not tonight but tomorrow. He’s your best friend, no?”

Dropping back harshly on the bed, Jungkook stared up at the ceiling and grumbled out a yes he is before propping himself up on his left elbow and watching as Yoongi makes his way to the door.

“Do you ever take your own advice?” All he got in return was a smirk but that was enough. Jungkook knew even before he asked the question, the answer to it. He huffed and dropped back down on the bed.

“You should sleep in the bed, hyung. It’s your bed.”

The brunette didn’t look up but he could hear the thinking in Yoongi’s mind as silence stretched between them for the umpteenth time that night.

“It’s yours tonight.”

“Hyung, I can-“

“We discussed this.”

At this point, Jungkook propped up on both of his elbows so he could see the man that being stubborn. It was his bed, he should be sleeping in it not Jungkook who wasn’t even much of a friend anymore let alone guest.

“Yoongi hyung, we can share the bed.”

“No.”

That singular word came out firm and harsh and was it mentioned, harsh. Jungkook couldn’t do anything but stare, realizing that he had unintentionally crossed a line. Being with his hyung hadn’t felt like much had changed the longer he spent with him. Now he was snapped back into the reality that was their relationship. They didn’t have one. They used to have one. Running a hand through his damp blonde locks, Yoongi softened his gaze. He hadn’t meant to snap quite like he had but that was too close for comfort and he hated it. He hated that Jungkook was here. He hated that he let Jungkook in. He hated that Jungkook was sad. He hated that he couldn’t make him happy. He hated that after all these years, all his effort he was right back where he started at. He hated how weak he was. Most of all he hated that no matter what Jungkook would always hold reign over a part of his heart.

“Sorry. Just go to sleep. You deserve some rest. Okay?”

Jungkook nodded but remained in the same spot staring at his hyung, wanting to say something, anything but not knowing what to say. What would be the right thing to say? What would be the wrong thing? Why was Yoongi apologizing? If anyone should be, it’s him.

“Sleep well.”

“Yeah, you too, hyung.”

They both spoke softly, Jungkook watching as the door closed, clicking quietly behind Yoongi’s retreat. He crawled up the remainder of the bed, pulled down the comforter and sheet and wiggled himself between the sheets. Lying down on his side, Jungkook pulled up the covers all the way to his chin, curling up in a fetal position. For once he couldn’t smell Hoseok. No, these sheets smelled just like his hyung, freshly cut grass, woody pine and something else. A hint of something that Jungkook couldn’t quite put his finger on but he liked it. He liked it a lot. Letting his eyes flutter shut, it didn’t take nearly as long to shut off his mind and softly snore against Yoongi’s pillows, phone lost somewhere in the covers from earlier. The first night out of four that he would be able to get any real rest. It was blissful and Jungkook would have to thank Yoongi one way or another.

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#32/62 - “I’m betting on you.”/”I didn’t do it, but if I had, would you hate me?”

TaeJin

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Breaking out into song and dance wasn’t something that Kim Taehyung was unfamiliar with. He did so himself on various occasions and whenever Hoseok was around you could be that the older boy did so at least once every visit. While this wasn’t anything knew for Taehyung, it especially wasn’t new for his boyfriend Kim Seokjin. Watching Seokjin push the grocery cart through the frozen food aisle, Taehyung continued to hum the end of the song that was playing through the overhead speakers. His pen marking through the item, Seokjin had just told him to scratch off the list.

“We got bananas too,”

Another word marked through, while the music paused for a change of song. With just the first few beats, Seokjin raised his head a little taller. He knew this song, he was very familiar with it. The song wasn’t one that he had ever thought he’d hear as much as he had in the last three months but here he was, just a few beats and the words floating to the tip of his tongue. Side eyeing his boyfriend he looked for any indications of the man noticing what song was playing. Taehyung had his tongue sticking slightly between his lips as he continued to mark off items on their grocery list that he had failed to mark off earlier.

No indication, no fingers tapping, or feet sliding across the floor in a more graceful stride, no head bobbing, phew. Seokjin really didn’t want to experience this again. By again he meant this had occurred in every single store they had visited in the past two weeks and he didn’t want to make it a third. The last time it occurred, a albeit adorable halmeoni started trying to push him over to join in the chaos that Taehyung had been wreaking throughout the clothing store. No, no thank you. He was good.

The humming Taehyung had been doing changed and the shoulders that Seokjin had just relaxed tensed immediately. Stopping the cart abruptly, screeching wheels and all, he whipped around,

“No. Don’t even think about it.”

A smirk, that devilish smirk that often melt Seokjin into a puddle of want in just about any other situation spread across Taehyung’s sun kissed face. A frown spread across the elder.

“Betting on you.” The purple pen that Taehyung was using was now extended in Seokjin’s direction, being executed perfectly on the last syllable of his words.

“I’m betting on you!” He crooned out so sweetly that Seokjin almost wanted to cave and give in to the others soulful voice.

“Please,”

A childlike whine left his lovers lips and Taehyung could only slide across the floor in his sneakers and spin before promptly stopping directly next to Seokjin and crooning out the next line.

“I can’t just let you go like this.”

Long lean fingers gripped Seokjin’s chin and his boyfriend's dark chocolate eyes stole away any words that were at the tip of his tongue. The overwhelming urge to kiss away the sultry form Taehyung’s lips had formed, battered against Seokjin’s resolve. Eyes crinkling up in a blinding humour smile, saved him dissolving the desire to something much more manageable and appropriate for the middle of the grocery store during peak hours.

“I didn’t do it, but if i had, would you hate me?” Taehyung giggled,

Turning his head away from the younger who was still gripping his chin, Seokjin huffed and pushed their half full cart forward. Letting his heart come back to a trot from the speeding race horse it was just a moment ago.

“Yes!” he hissed out.

The lie only made Taehyung’s rumbling laugh fill the aisle even louder than it was a moment ago. He moved right behind Seokjin, wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his chin in the crook of his neck. Pressing his lips against soft skin, Seokjin shivered.

“Even your lies are sweet…” he continued to croon into Seokjin’s ear, the line that was being sung overhead but also a truth.

“I love you. For today, I’ll give you a break.”

Taehyung was grinning from ear to ear as he pressed his lips to Seokjin’s lips promptly embarrassing the elder as a mother with her young child were blatantly staring at them. Something his partner was oblivious to but wouldn’t have made a difference even if he had seen them.

“Thank god. Go grab those melon bars, you made me pass them with all of- of-” Seokjin waved his arms in indication of what Taehyung had just done but couldn’t seem to find the right words for. Saluting to the elder, Seokjin watched his boyfriend skip, yes skip back down the aisle to pick up the box of melon bars they couldn’t seem to live without.

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OSFTSB ~ Ch. 5 Liquid Courage

After that morning squabble with Namjoon in the studio, life had gone back to normal. Yoongi and Namjoon managed to finish one of the tracks they had been working on for unfortunately the last couple of months. He went to the radio station Sunday through Thursday from 7pm to 7am. He managed the music to keep the night owls company and the ones who were forced to be night owls coffee aid in keeping those peepers wide awake. Luckily for him, he was able to play Hip Hop and R&B. It had taken awhile before he was able to get the gig that he currently had and prior to he had been playing pop, all the top hits which while not completely terrible, was not his passion.

Yoongi was genuinely happy with his job now at the radio station. He had to admit that some days it was hard because the majority of people and businesses functioned during the day yet he was the most functioning at night. It caused some difficulties here and there but Yoongi wouldn’t actually trade his job for anything else. He made a decent living, while still having time to work on his own side projects at his leisure. It was a pretty good life. He didn’t often have many exciting things going on but that would be one of the reasons that the man was more of an introvert. He preferred quiet and calm atmospheres, fewer people and more music. He didn’t mind being holed up and in his head all day. It was the most comforting at times. Plus he had to admit that he was good company to keep so why wouldn’t he enjoy his own?

Flicking a few knobs, pressing a few buttons and then he could set his headphones down on the table in front of him. Dropping his head back on the headrest, Yoongi closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. He was tired. Seven in the morning took a lot longer to come this time around. Pressing his hands onto the wood table, Yoongi stood up not bothering to cover his yawn as he turned towards his chair, pulling his army green bomber jacket off the back and slipping his arms through the sleeves. Gripping the zipper that lined both sides of the jacket he shook it a few times before weaving his way through the studio to leave. It was Jongjin’s shift now and he couldn’t be happier. He bowed his head in respect upon his leave and wished the man good luck.

“Get some rest, Yoongi.”

He waved a hand in acknowledgment as he was already at the door, shutting it behind him. Yoongi moved quickly to escape the building he had been cooped up in for twelve hours, just to go to another building and coop up for hopefully another twelve hours. At least the place he was on his way to had a comfy mattress, clean sheets, warm comforter and a fluffy pillow. Yes, his bed was serenading him, leading him home and the man was happy to oblige. Pushing open the glass doors, the skin around Yoongi’s eyes crinkled as the sun shone upon his face. He blinked a few times as he squinted through the brightness. Stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets, his left hand found his iPhone and pulled it out as he shuffled down the street. Taking care to weave around the busy people who were barrelling down the sidewalks in a rush to start their days.

He missed a few messages. Two from Namjoon and one from Seokjin and ugh, a missed call from his mother. Don’t get him wrong, Yoongi loved his mother but once you got her on the phone it was so hard to get her off. She could talk anyone's ear off and he may have a soft spot and find it extremely difficult to say no to his mother. That might be why every year nearing the holidays he goes on at least one blind date. Which doesn’t make any sense because Min Yoongi isn’t what a pretty intelligent Korean woman wants. At least that was what he had given up telling his mother. She would just list off all of his good qualities. Which was sweet but he had to tune her out. Yoongi mentally made a note to make sure he called his mother later this weekend. If he called her now he might snip, he was well aware that when he was tired, he was grumpy. It was something he had never been able to quit even when he was a child. His mother loved to remind him that when he was a tot she had to place him in front of the television and just leave him alone for an hour before even attempting to talk with him if she wanted him to be pleasant.

Even so, he shot her a quick text to let her know that he was well, just got out of work and that after he slept some he would give her a call unless it was an emergency. He knew it wasn’t but he liked to include that just as a small reminder so his mother didn’t think he was just blowing him off. Not bothering to look at the other messages the blonde found himself in front of his apartment door. Pulling out his keys, Yoongi flitted through the metal keys until he found the bronze one that matched his door. Pushing it into the slot, he turned it, unlocking the door. As soon as his feet passed the threshold, the shoes came off, keys tossed onto the dish he always let hold his keys. Sliding into the kitchen, yes sliding, because Yoongi had a habit that he let his socked feet slide along any slippery surface, wood, laminate, tile, any.

He grabbed a glass from the above cabinet, setting it on the counter next to the refrigerator. Upon opening the door, he looked into the sad inside of what was supposed to contain food. There wasn’t much there but, there was his filtered water. Pulling out the pitcher, he poured himself a glass and then returned it to its rightful place. Letting the fridge door shut by itself, he picked up his glass and practically skated out of the kitchen and into his bedroom. For whatever reason, he was much too tired today to bother with showering. Some might find that disgusting but Yoongi didn’t give a shit. It was his bed, his sheets and no one was sharing so what did it matter? It didn’t. He also hadn’t run a marathon or played football earlier. Setting his glass down on the nightstand, Yoongi’s eyes caught a glimpse of the note that he couldn’t seem to throw away.

Staring at it for a moment more, Yoongi turned away and ignored Jungkook’s words yet again. Stripping out of his clothes, he tossed each item into the laundry basket that sat in the corner next to his dresser. Once he was just in his briefs, he slipped underneath the covers of his bed and curled up on his side, set his iPhone on the nightstand and fumbled for the charging cord. It took a few moments but he found it and plugged in the phone. Double checked that his usual alarms were set so he could get up and do some things. Maybe actually see a friend later that night. Laying his head on his pillow Yoongi wanted his brain to shut off. Instead, it ran over the last line of the note Jungkook had left him from that morning two months ago.

He should have thrown it out the day he had read the note but somehow it had found it’s way from the kitchen to the living room coffee table, to his dresser and finally his nightstand. It was a constant reminder that Jungkook would like to reconnect. Keep in contact once more. It was a battle for Yoongi to remember that of course Jungkook would because it wasn’t him who had cut off contact. It was Yoongi. It was him who had been selfish and put his feelings first, who ranted like a five-year-old, essentially stormed out and never contacted the other again. Letting out a huff, Yoongi rolled over onto his left side, punched his pillow a few times and then laid his head back down. Practically squeezing his eyes shut which he knew wasn’t going to help him fall asleep.

The annoyance he felt towards himself was just growing, like that beanstalk in that fairytale. Much too quick and much too large. Namjoon had told him time and time again that he had done the right thing. That he had, in fact, acted the exact opposite of a petulant brat and that his feelings needed to be expressed to Jungkook so the other man would finally understand. At times he believed Namjoon and at other times he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had just been brash and made a mistake. Tonight was one of those nights or mornings? Who knew what it was his sleep schedule had been royally fucked years ago.

The radio DJ wished he had his headphones on right now. It was soothing and to think just an hour ago he had been yearning to go home. Funny how life worked like that. These thoughts hadn’t plagued him for two years and the recurrence of him had brought them all back. It was frustrating. So frustrating that he wanted to punch a wall and was quite glad that he was lying in his bed with no walls to punch. The image of Jungkook’s bright grin and twinkling eyes with the adorable crows feet decorating his face, had Yoongi’s heart yearning for something he had trained it not to yearn for.

Air billowed out of Yoongi’s lips once more. There was no way he was going to be able to sleep like this. He knew it very well. His body was tense and honestly, he could use about ten massages just to get out one knot. Something Jungkook had been really great at giving.

“Aw fuck.”

Those thoughts were not the ones he wanted to cross his mind. He was supposed to be clearing his mind, enjoying the life he had built without the presence of another and now it was like he was a lovesick puppy all over again. Too many things were able to remind him of Jungkook. Two months had gone by and the sucker punch to his gut he had received with the memories of how much he enjoyed the younger’s company and how much he had missed Jungkook hadn’t faded. The brat’s laugh would still ring in his ears from time to time. He started to wonder if he was going crazy because it just didn’t make any sense as to how clearly he could still hear it.

Jungkook did say that he could call him anytime he wanted.

But…

Did he really want to go down that path again?

Yes… No… No, he really didn’t. That was the absolute worst idea he ever had. He didn’t really want to do that. Except that he did. Yoongi wanted it so bad that he had been losing, even more, hours of sleep than he normally did. The mini setup in the guest room for a makeshift home studio is where he spent the majority of his sleepless nights. If only he hadn’t been productive but it had been the opposite. Yoongi had been the most productive with his own music than he ever had been since the reappearance of Jungkook in his life for those few hours. He had written five songs and had two of them completed, two of them halfway done and one of them at least had a base beat to work with. Prior to, he hadn’t even finished more than three-fourths of a set of lyrics before he ripped out the page in his notebook, crumpled it up and tossed it in the trash bin next to his desk.

This was something he hadn’t mentioned to his friends. Namjoon would frown, warnings swimming along the tip of his tongue and Seokjin… Well, Seokjin would just give him pools of sympathy in his gaze and fuck that shit. Yoongi didn’t want to see that ever again. His productivity was a good thing and it wasn’t because of Jeon Jungkook.

That was what he liked to tell himself.

His lyrics though…

They told another story.

Turning over roughly, Yoongi grabbed his phone and saw that he had been lying in his bed for two hours and a half hours now, still not asleep. He let out a groan as he opened his contacts and let his fingers hover over Jungkook’s name in his phonebook. He wanted to press it but something held him back. After another internal struggle and Namjoon’s voice floating through his head he exited out of his contact list and tossed his phone back on the nightstand. Rubbing both his hands over his face, Yoongi sighed for the umpteenth time that night. Reaching for his phone once more, he opened up the media player and set a timer. Pressing play on one of his many playlists, he let the soft music sink into his every pore and hopefully lull him into a deep slumber.

One where he wouldn’t have to admit to himself that the playlist he was playing… No, he wasn’t going there. Sleep was on the fringe and he was going to follow.

A bull horn blowing is the sound that should have roused the blonde from his slumber. As that was what he had his alarms set to. It was beyond loud and annoying but it was one of the only things that would do the trick on especially bad nights. Instead, a rush of coldness overtook his body and Yoongi instantly shrunk into himself, curling up in the fetal position while one of his arms searched for his blankets. He growled in annoyance, but kept his eyes shut not ready to face the reality that was becoming clearer and clearer as each second ticked by.

A loud smack sounded off his backside followed by a gravelly, “You fucker!” his hand found his left cheek and rubbed the sting out of it. If it wasn’t for the fact that Yoongi was still half asleep he would have known exactly who had assaulted him in his own home and own bed.

“Ah, ah! That’s not how you speak to your elder is it?”

Peeking an eye open, only confirmed that the voice he heard had indeed belonged to none other than Kim Seokjin. Namjoon’s annoying boyfriend. Yoongi actually knew Seokjin before Namjoon but whenever he was annoyed he revoked any association with the man. Now was one of those times.

“Shit that hurt. Shouldn’t you be reserving that for someone else’s ass? Don’t bring your kinks into my home.”

The chuckles from his hyung were being interrupted by another voice that could only belong to his best friend. He couldn’t hear just what Namjoon had said but he was sure that the younger was embarrassed. Opening both eyes, Yoongi sat up with the speed of light, snatching his blankets back and covering his entire body, head included.

“See yourselves out, I’m goin’ back to bed.”

If the blonde thought that they would just follow his words then he would be a fool and Min Yoongi was no fool. However, that didn’t mean he didn’t hope that for once, for once, that nosy couple would just heed his words.

They didn’t.

“Hyung, get up. We told you to be ready forty-five minutes ago and now we’re late.”

Silence filled the room as Yoongi tried to recall what his dongsaeng was even saying. Slowly he lowered the sheet from over his head and pulled it underneath his chin, looking at the two men standing next to his bed.

“What bullshit are you spouting? Late for what?”

Namjoon sighed and Seokjin rolled his eyes. Reaching for the phone that was resting on the nightstand. Seokjin quickly unlocked Yoongi’s phone, it didn’t have a password on it after all. He quickly navigated it to open KakaoTalk before promptly shoving the too bright screen in Yoongi’s face.

Flinching at the death beam in his eyes, he squinted at the screen trying to get his eyes to adjust to what was being thrust upon him.

“You didn’t even open Namjoonie’s message. Jesus, Yoongi. I told you I love you more babe.” A smack could be heard and Yoongi caught the motion of Namjoon’s arm falling back to his side. It made his lips twitch in the tiniest smile. Seokjin could be really ridiculous sometimes but at least he knew that he was being so.

“Inseong’s birthday party is tonight. We tried to remind you.”

Pushing himself up, Yoongi finally sat up and ran his hand through his hair, ruffling the blonde silky locks and grabbing his phone from Seokjin with his other hand. Opening the messages in their group chat, he finally saw them.

Joon 7:05 am: Yoongs, don’t forget Inseong’s party tonight

Joon 7:07 am: Be ready by 9

Jin 7:11 am: We’ll drop by and pick you up. Wear your leather ;)

His leather? Yoongi wanted to cringe, it reminded him when his mother had tried to give him the talk and kept saying he had to put his raincoat on and don’t forget a rubber. It was awkward. So very awkward. In this case, Seokjin was referring to his leather jacket but that was not the point.

“When will you stop calling me that?” He grumbled to Namjoon about the nickname he had acquired over the years but hated.

“Yoongs? When you stop writing music.”

“So, before hell freezes over. Great.”

The couple was still standing next to Yoongi’s bed. Namjoon had an annoying smirk on his face over the nickname, while Seokjin’s fingers were drawing dangerously close to a piece of paper that Yoongi really didn’t want him to see. After rubbing his face, he caught the movement out of the corner of his eye and he deftly swiped the paper. He didn’t give a shit that it looked suspicious, he couldn’t afford to listen to another lecture. Seokjin and Yoongi exchanged looks while Namjoon looked on in curiosity but the two men let it go.

“Out or I’ll never get ready.”

He pointed a long finger at his bedroom door and the couple followed his direction. Not without Seokjin giving Yoongi another look that made him uncomfortable. The elder may have seen more than Yoongi would have liked.

“Shit.”

He muttered under his breath as he shoved the covers aside, swinging his legs over the bed and feet meeting with the soft carpeting. Standing up, he quickly grabbed some clothes and hopped in his shower. He very well couldn’t go out without cleaning himself now. Much to his own chagrin, he wound up wearing the black leather jacket that Seokjin had told him to wear. Honestly, it had more to do with not wanting to put much effort into his look. Black skinny jeans, a white tee that had some English words in black letterings he could barely say let alone understand and the leather jacket because it somehow made his outfit less lazy and more like he had intent in looking well dressed tonight. Yoongi’s blonde locks was another matter. He hadn’t washed his hair but it was still a little damp from the shower and he ran a comb through just enough to get rid of any strands of hair sticking up like Alfalfa in The Little Rascals. He grabbed his favorite silver Rolex from atop his dresser. It was the one item he wore that held any real value but it was special. It was the first item he had bought after the royalties he received from one of the songs a popular artist at the time was interested in, who actually did the song justice.

As he walked out of his room, clad in black socks, his thumb and forefinger played with the hoop hanging in his right ear. Namjoon and Seokjin had made themselves cozy on his couch but both turned to look at Yoongi as the creak in his door had alerted them to his presence. Seokjin rose from the couch and pulled his boyfriend along. The man was nodding in approval as he looked Yoongi up and down, head to toe.

“Perfection. He’ll be bringing someone home tonight. I guarantee it.”

The blonde pretended not to hear those words but Namjoon just raised a brow before leaning into Seokjin’s ear and saying a few words that Yoongi wish he hadn’t of heard.

“Remember what you promised me you would do, with you know, if you’re wrong.”

A devilish smirk spread across Seokjin’s lips and he turned towards his boyfriend to brush his lips against the younger's sensually.

“I didn’t forget, babe.”

A harsh cough, broke the moment and Seokjin and Namjoon supplied a sliver of space between each other, hands finding each other again.

“Can’t you keep my sex life out of your twisted little sex games?”

He walked past the disgusting couple briskly, leaving them in his dust as he went into his entranceway and slipped on his sleek black boots. Tied them quickly. As he stood up, he patted all of his pockets for his wallet and swore. It was still in his pant pocket from work. Walking back to his bedroom he shuddered at the two, who were still wrapped up in their own world. He found his wallet right where he left it, left back pocket of his jeans. Sticking it into his back pocket, he found decided to grab his wallet chain too. Connecting the chain took no time at all and then he was back in the living room. He walked past Namjoon and Seokjin while snapping his fingers sharply to grab their attention.

“Seriously, my home is not your sex bungalow, take that sexual tension elsewhere.”

He grumbled in annoyance as he grabbed his keys from the dish and walked out of his apartment.

“Lock the door behind you, meet you at the car.”

Yoongi didn’t even pay them any mind. If he had, then he would have just seen the two men laugh before following him out. He might not have been wrong about the sexual tension but Namjoon would never use Yoongi’s apartment as his sex bungalow, no matter how many times his lover has suggested they do so. At least one of his friends is loyal.

An hour into the party and Yoongi had already drunk two bottles of soju and had five shots of some disgusting sweet concoction he never wanted to taste again. The birthday boy had pre-gamed prior to coming to the club and was already pretty smashed. Which explained his horrible choice in shots that everyone was buying him as a birthday shot but apparently giving the entire table rounds of as well. When did his friends make such a cushy salary? He wasn’t sure but he did know that he danced a hell of a lot better when he was under the influence. Inseong’s friend had been making eyes at Yoongi all night and even managed to pull him out to the dance floor. She was pretty with long silky black locks that reached her mid back, lithe body and surprisingly the curve of her cheeks in those jeans looked really, really well.

Needless to say, he was not upset that she currently was brushing it against the front of his pants every so often. And by every so often that meant continuously through the third song they were dancing to. The good thing about being out on the dance floor was that he was excused from drinking any more of those nasty fruity shots, that may go down smooth for some but were dangerous for that exact reason. Yoongi happened to be enjoying the way his hands roamed along the sides of her waist, fingers ghosting over her skin every so often as her crop top raised up even further upon the way she swayed her arms. However, he also had plans on making it home tonight without hugging the porcelain throne later.

Casting his eyes around the club, it was hard to see much through the throng of bodies that made up the dance floor. The lights were dim with blues, greens, purples, and pinks filtering over the crowd every few seconds. The thrum of the bass could be felt this close to the stage and the music overhead was as always today’s top hits but he couldn’t deny if nothing else the songs held a great beat to dance to. Running his hands over her shoulders and down her arms, Yoongi’s fingers found hers, entwining them as he leaned into her ear in attempt to speak over the amped-up noise of the club.

“Do you want some water?”

Soyoung? Hyeyoung? Whatever her name was leaned closer indicating she couldn’t quite make out what he said before turning around to face him in order to potentially read his lips if nothing else.

“Water?” he made the motion of drinking a drink and she nodded. The girl didn’t know how to stay still, her body still swaying to the music.

“I’ll be back.”

Generally, he wouldn’t have left her but it seemed like she was more than content to continue dancing the night away. As much as he was enjoying the semi in his tighter than he’d like skinny jeans, crowds could be too much. Yoongi needed a break and water didn’t sound half bad either. He had at least already stripped himself of his leather jacket before he came to dance but it was still hot as balls in that pit. Weaving his way through the bodies and glaring down the person who had tried to cop a feel as he passed, Yoongi managed to make it out of there without spilling too many drinks along the way.

Stopping at their table that was not too far off from the dance floor, Yoongi scanned it to see who was still around. Inseong had found someone to do body shots with it seemed and that made him chuckle. Can’t say the kid didn’t know how to have a good time. A couple of the other guys were nowhere to be found and Namjoon and Seokjin were sitting in a corner making out. Shaking his head, he swiped his leather jacket and decided to walk to the outside bar to get the water. It would be nice to have some of the night air cool him down. He wiped a bead of sweat from his brow and continued to ignore some of the wanton gazes he came across as they took notice of him. Personally, he didn’t find himself to be all that attractive. Yoongi didn’t exactly think he was ugly but he didn’t think he was sexy either. He knew he was about in the middle of the food chain but boy did alcohol make a world of difference sometimes when he frequented the club. It never failed to amuse him but also give a small boost of confidence, if nothing else just for the night.

As soon as the blonde had made it out onto the back patio, a cool breeze blew over him and it released a tension he didn’t even realize that he was feeling. The outside patio was an oval shape, the bar sat in the center and along the outskirts were numerous small metal tables with umbrellas in the center, as the club functioned during the daytime as a restaurant. Walking halfway around the bar, Yoongi finally found a spot, tossing his jacket over the bar stool and leaning his forearms on the marble bar. With the rise of his finger and some eye contact, he was able to flag down one of the male bartenders.

“Two waters.”

It really hadn’t been an excuse, he did indeed want some water but he couldn’t deny it was nice to have a little bit of space to himself. There were couples on either side of him so he didn’t have to bother with awkward small talk with a person who hadn’t found someone that intrigued them for the night. The bartender silently went to pouring him two ice waters and set them down on bar in front of Yoongi. He nodded and gave thanks but the bartender had already moved on to the next and most importantly paying customer.

Deciding to enjoy the cool breeze that kept floating through the air every minute or so, Yoongi stayed in his spot at the bar. His index finger rubbing up and down his glass, wiping away the condensation that grew there. He let his eye roam across the back patio. People watching had always been something he had a knack for. Often he would find himself doing this even when he hadn’t meant to be doing so. Some days were more interesting than others. Tonight he would have to say was pretty uneventful. There were three guys across the bar that were hitting on two women. Or trying to. The women didn’t really look that impressed but, oh and there it was, a round of shots. The two women brightened like the lights on a Christmas tree at the sight of the shots. Well, who can blame them. A free drink wasn’t one any should be upset about nor refuse. At least that had been his motto for a while. Though it was a lot harder for a male to score a free drink than it was for a female.

A hand clamped down onto his shoulder and squeezed in greeting.

“Yoongs, what are you doing all the way out here? Thought you left.”

Turning his head to look over his shoulder, the blonde glared at his best friend until Namjoon began to rumble with that deep laugh of his.

“Sorry, sorry.” he held his hands up in surrender before leaning his right forearm on the bar and sliding in between the couple who were practically in each other's laps by now and his friend. The dimpled smirk wouldn’t go away but Yoongi just let his glare fade away.

“I wasn’t sure you’d even notice my absence with all the sucking face you were doing with Seokjin.”

A flush graced the tips of Namjoon’s ears and his cheeks. Glancing down at the bar out of embarrassment it took the younger a moment before he raised them back to the blonde man.

“Hyung... “

Yoongi just cocked his head to the side and smirked at his friend. It would never fail to amuse him just how shy the taller man could be about any intimate acts involving him. It was honestly rather endearing but Yoongi couldn’t help but tease him whenever he got the chance.

“Is Soyoon look-” he asked, curious as to why the younger man felt the need to leave his lover to go and track down his friend.

“Seoyoung, hyung and no. She’s dancing with someone new, but she did ask about you first.”

“Ah,” Yoongi nodded his head slowly as he picked up his glass of water and took a sip. Looking over to the second one he pushed it towards Namjoon. The younger had drunk just as much as he had if not more and out of the two of them, Yoongi had more of a tolerance to alcohol. They might have come together but that doesn’t mean they’ll leave together. A lot of the time Yoongi would leave before them if their past was any track record to go by. He would have to be completely wasted to not leave a club before his friends. Which was a rare occurrence. He could probably count the number of times that had happened on both of his hands.

The two exchanged a look of thanks and you're welcome before the elder decided to bring up a topic that always made the younger squirm. It wasn’t something he did to watch Namjoon act like that but it was a genuine question he always had and never fully got answered for one reason or another.

“When are you going to move in together Joonie?”

The younger spluttered, choking on his water that was making its way down his esophagus. Coughing a few times, Yoongi patted and rubbed his large hand on his back. Once Namjoon had recovered he couldn’t meet his hyung’s gaze.

“I just don’t think it’s the right time.”

Yoongi’s scoff could be heard from a mile away as he slipped on his leather jacket once again.

“Joonie, when will the right time be? In another three years? You know he’s en-”

The sound of wicker chairs tumbling to the ground distracted both the men and many of the other patrons. Glancing over to the left, Yoongi and Namjoon watched as a tall, lanky dark-haired man stumbled back but managed to pull the woman he was next to behind him. A hand gripped around her wrist as if he was protecting her. It looked like the bouncers would be intervening in a moment if things didn’t settle down but at the moment you couldn’t tell if it was someone just too drunk and clumsily knocking over chairs in his path or if there was about to be a heated argument.

The tall man turned towards the woman and brushed her hair out of her face and behind her ear. Just as he was doing that another man, much broader with well-defined muscles in the skin tight navy shirt he was wearing walked over and knocked the other man's hand away. Neither Namjoon nor Yoongi could hear the conversation that was going on between them but the longer it occurred the more they got the idea that it wasn’t very pleasant.

The dark haired man who was protecting the girl turned to face the other man enabling Yoongi and Namjoon to see his profile. Yoongi turned himself directly to the two men trying to get a better look at their faces. Abandoning his friend, he couldn’t help but walk closer and with each step, he was more and more sure that he was seeing a familiar face.

“Taehyung-ah!”

Waving his arm in the air, he called to the heated trio. The aggression had begun to thicken in the air and the bouncers had already taken a step closer, ears perked just like German Shepherds. They were ready and waiting. It wasn’t like Yoongi to get in the middle of a fight but some small part of him was telling him to go save the young lamb who was about to be on the chopping block. He knew the man well enough to be aware of how flirtatious the younger male could be and he had an inkling that Taehyung had just chosen the wrong girl to hit on tonight.

“Yah! How did you get all the way out here? Sheesh, I take my eyes off you for two seconds and you get lost.” Walking up with a grin on his face as if he was oblivious to what was about to transpire between the two. He let his eyes shift over to the woman before he smiled at her.

“Uh, hyung?”

“Ah, you always had a good eye.” He was taking a risk with that one but he was hoping it would work out well enough as he was now close enough to sling an arm over Taehyung’s shoulder. Who would have thought he’d have run into Jungkook’s best friend.

“You still owe me two shots. I thought you said you could drink me under the table? Huh?” He pulled the boy further away from the woman who was about to get Taehyung pummeled into the ground or at the very least kicked out of the club. A lopsided grin spread across the younger. Oh boy, was he wasted. No wonder he had made a poor judgment.

“Yoongi hyung, you’re wearing your leather jacket.” A wiggle of the younger’s eyebrows and a swipe of his tongue along his bottom lip, made not only Yoongi raise a brow but the other man grow quickly confused as to if he had read the situation all wrong. It was unfortunate how simple minded straight men could be. Taehyung was a lot of things but he was definitely an equal opportunist and he wasn’t very shy about it either.

The blonde turned his gaze to the boyfriend and then his girlfriend giving them a small smile and bow of his head before dragging the younger out of their space. Pulling Taehyung back over to his spot at the bar, he placed both of his hands onto Taehyung’s shoulders and shoved him down onto the stool between him and Namjoon.

“You owe me two shots for saving your ass.”

Yoongi said gruffly as he leaned against the bar and looked down at Taehyung while Namjoon just stood there looking at both of them in confusion. Even though Namjoon knew Jungkook and was friends with the boy previously he had actually never met Taehyung and only heard his name here and there.

“Saving me? I was fine.”

“Dude, your ass was about to be grass. You were not fine.”

Namjoon pushed his confusion aside but continued to stare at Taehyung as if he had three heads. The kid was insane thinking that he had been fine. Whipping his head to the other side, Taehyung took in all of Namjoon from head to toe and back to head again.

“Yeah, because hitting on a taken chick was the right way to go?” Yoongi couldn’t help but roll his eyes as he tried to flag down a bartender. He wanted his reward for diving into the middle of that mess and risking his own ass. He didn’t get into fights that weren’t his own unless he was protecting a friend. Taehyung, well he didn’t actually qualify as a friend. He knew though that the main reason he intervened was that he was a friend of a… friend?

Just thinking about that gave him a headache, so he didn’t.

“Taken? She never said that.”

Namjoon let out a loud laugh, the vibrations from it shaking his shoulders and Yoongi couldn’t help but snicker as well. A bartender came over at that exact moment.

“Three shots of Jack Daniel’s, on him.”

He pointed to the man on the stool next to him, the bartender looked at Taehyung before shrugging and going off to make the drinks. It took him all of two seconds and then he was back, depositing them in front of the men.

“Do you have a tab or would you like to start one?”

“I have one, Kim Taehyung.”

The bartender nodded and added it to his bill before turning to Yoongi and pouting.

“Hyung, I thought you said two shots?”

Raising a brow at the younger, he knocked back his shot and set the glass back on the marble countertop.

“Yeah, one for me, one for Namjoon and if you don’t want that then-” He let the words hang in the air as he reached for Taehyung’s shot glass only to have it snatched away, the brown liquid sloshing over the glass, making Yoongi clucked his tongue in disapproval at wasting the liquor.

“I want it. I want it.” He raised his glass then turned to the side and covered his glass with his left hand while tipping it back with his right. Yoongi nodded in approval, at least he knew how to be respectful. Namjoon fingered his glass, debating if he really should. The water that had been passed to him earlier had been downed during the almost fight debacle that occurred and he had wanted to hopefully be the sober one since he had an idea Seokjin was going to be plastered.

Before he knew it, he had two sets of eyes on him and a moment later arms sliding over his shoulders and down his chest. A tongue licked along the outer shell of his ear making him shiver.

“Joonie baby, this is where you’ve been hiding.” Seokjin’s sweet voice filled his eardrums and Namjoon’s free hand ran along the man's arm in comfort.

“Not hiding, love. Just talking with Yoongs-Yoongi hyung.”

A pointed stare came and went just as quickly from Yoongi to the younger. Seokjin rested his chin atop Namjoon’s shoulder and then his eyes found the shot.

“Ah, how’d you know I wanted another drink?”

Untangling himself from his boyfriend, Seokjin reached for the glass and downed the whiskey in one shot. A drop slid down his chin, Namjoon’s thumb wiped it away. Seokjin grabbed Namjoon’s wrist and brought the finger to his mouth, sucking on it while maintaining eye contact with his boyfriend. Taehyung and Yoongi watched the scene unfold, one with disgust and the other with intrigue. The moment lasted much longer than necessary, to the point that the taller man bit his bottom lip and then flushed as he realized all eyes were on them. Coughing, he took his hand back from Seokjin’s grip.

“Come on, let me take you home, hm?”

“Mmm… Just take me home?” He slid his hand into Namjoon’s back pocket and squeezed as the other man wrapped his arm around his waist and tugged him along. He tried to be quiet and whisper-yell into just Seokjin’s ear.

“Anything you want babe.”

Seokjin couldn’t lower his voice even if he had wanted to,

“Even that one thing you do with our to-”

At this point Yoongi turned away, he had heard more than enough, he was good without seeing Namjoon shut his boyfriend him with his lips. A giggle that was distinctly drunk Seokjin’s could be heard and then finally the two were leaving the bar. Yoongi couldn’t help but look back once to confirm. The man next to him was snickering at the way lines creased across his forehead, showing clear signs of cringing at the thought of his two friends and what they were just about to go do. Standing up, Taehyung lost his balance and fell into the bar as he tried to order another round of drinks for him and Yoongi.

“What is this?” He pointed at the glass in front of him filled up with a liquid he knew would feel warm going down.

“You said I owe you two drinks, didn’t you?”

The brunette nodded towards the drink and held up his glass ready to cheers. Running his hand over his face, Yoongi wondered how he had gotten himself into this mess. The night had started so nice and now all he foresaw was headaches. At least two of those headaches had left on their own.

“Right.” His long fingers curled around the glass, he raised the glass and clinked it with the younger male and then took a long swallow.

“Bunny was right, you do look good as a blonde.”

Bunny? Who the hell was Bunny or how was Taehyung talking to animals and when had he ever been around a rabbit? Yoongi looked blankly at the other who didn’t really seem to notice as he was drinking in the sight of the elder. He had always known that the man was a little on the odd side but he didn’t think he was this odd. Maybe it was better if he just didn’t ask about who this Bunny was.

“Uh, thanks?”

It came out as a question but Yoongi was at a loss. They had never been close enough for him to have much to say but it didn’t seem to matter. Taehyung was more than happy to continue this conversation he was having with himself. Muttering a few things that Yoongi didn’t bother to strain to hear. When a finger was raised in the air, moved in a circle once, the elder couldn’t believe he was being told to spin around.

“What?”

Taehyung made the motion once more with his finger and Yoongi was not drunk enough to do as was indicated. He grabbed Taehyung’s finger and pulled it down out of the air.

“Not a chance. Why don’t you go play with Jungkook now?”

“He’s not here.”

Subtle. Real subtle Yoongi. It was painstakingly obvious that he had wanted to know about their mutual friend but luck was in his favor today because Taehyung was too intoxicated to notice much of anything. Besides that the room just swayed and that the man in front of him was,

“Really hot.” he slurred

“What?”

Taehyung stumbled closer and ran his hand down the sleeve of Yoongi’s leather jacket while staring at him with a devious glint in his eye that Yoongi was pretty sure was laced with lust. Well, things had taken quite a turn.

“You’re hot as fuck.”

The words came out so loud a few people at the bar turned in their direction. Surprise overwhelmed Yoongi for a moment and then he recovered by flagging down one of the three bartenders behind the counter and cashing out.

“You’re drunk.”

He said to Taehyung, hoping to reiterate that he didn’t actually mean what he had just said. Instead, it earned him a lanky arm slipping around his waist. All Yoongi could do was look at Taehyung curiously. This had not been what he had ever expected to occur tonight. A light giggle filled the space between them.

“No ‘m not.”

The bill was finally sat down in front of them and he didn’t even bother trying to make Taehyung pay for it. Instead, he took the pen left an appropriate tip, it wasn’t his money he couldn’t tip too much, swiped the card, sticking it in his pocket and promptly removing Taehyung’s hand from underneath his jacket as his fingers traced unintelligible designs on his lower back, making Yoongi shiver.

“Hyunng, do you taste as good as you look?” the words fell across his neck in such a sensual way that Yoongi could only grunt in response if he wanted to keep his sanity. Still, he added,

“Perhaps.”

The blonde wrapped his arm around Taehyung’s waist, weaving their way through the crowd to lead Taehyung away from the bar and preferably into a cab.

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OSFTSB ~ Prologue

“I’ll see you later tonight… Yeah, the same spot… I love you too, babe.”

The man removed the iPhone from his ear, pressed he end call button and slid the phone into his front pocket before turning around with a soft smile and dimple gracing his cheek. The rushed, quiet promises of the few sentences Jungkook heard paired with the quick turn around made the boy jump, dark brown eyes wide in surprise with goosebumps breaking out all over his body. Not only had he been caught but he didn’t even have an escape route. This hallway only had two ways you could go, in his case forward towards the room ahead or back down the way he came.

“I think I just heard something I wasn’t supposed to hear.”

His words slipped past him in a quiet breathiness that he hadn’t used since he last recorded his cover of Lost Stars by Adam Levine. Tiny pin pricks were attacking the back of his eye balls while his teeth ravaged his bottom lip in the habit he could never seem to break when he was nervous or stressed.

“K-Kook-ah…”

His voice was so soft, so much sympathy filled those two syllables and what felt like an unnatural affection because surely Jung Hoseok couldn’t have ever felt any affection towards the younger male. Jungkook stood before him, frozen to the ground in the middle of a heat wave outside. None of that warmth was reaching him, the blood in his veins had run cold and quickly any form of affection was shattering like an icicle that's been detached and hitting the concrete beneath it.

That familiar hand reached out for him, hesitated but continued only to meet air as the younger managed to break free from his hold and step back. Everything was cold, the warmth in his eyes was receding, the light had visibly dimmed but the man in front of him still seemed to be shimmering just as brightly as he always had to Jeon Jungkook. So bright, that his heart constricted in such a way he hoped he would never feel again.

“When were you going to tell me? Were you going to tell me? Who-No, no I don’t want to know.” He had so many questions but didn’t really know which to ask so they all burst forth. Thinking wasn’t even an option right now, his head was spinning, he couldn’t make out what was up nor down, left or right, all he could make out was that there was the man he thought he had been falling for, no knew he had been falling for standing in front of him wanting to be with another.

Hoseok stepped forward only to have Jungkook parry him with another step back. He couldn’t let the other get too close, this wouldn’t be okay, this wasn’t okay and he was not about to let himself cave because he knew how dangerously tempting those strong arms were when holding him.

“Kook-ah-”

“Stop calling me that! I love you, babe? Shit… You’ve never even told me that. God damn it!” Spinning around on his heel, Jungkook could feel the ice pumping through his veins, everything was speeding up and he didn’t know how to stop seeing red. The longer he stared at the lover he thought he had the more he couldn’t control anything and he desperately needed control. Hands balling into fists, the sting of his nails cutting into his palms helped to give him clarity, keep him grounded.

“Not even once.”

The words were muttered under his breath, not even paying any mind to the man who had just picked up the statue of General Lee Soon Shim and dropped it haphazardly onto his chest, breaking his ribs, crushing his lungs and heart. Air. What was air? Something Jungkook couldn’t find but his feet propelled him forward in a desperate search. Only to make it to the side entrance to feel a shackle around his wrist.

“Will you just li-”

“Don’t fucking touch me.” Ripping his arm out of Hoseok’s grip was one of the hardest moments of Jungkook’s life up to this point. Immediately a part of him kicked and screamed to give in, to lean in to the touch, to let those rays of sunshine dazzle and confuse him. Except those rays of sunshine were now toxic and it burned to feel such a touch. A touch that was given to another, on how many occasions. One? Two? Ten? God, the entire time they had been together? His lungs constricted once more searching for more oxygen that just wasn’t present in the air around him, tears began to pool threatening to spill over and down his face.

“I’m sorry.”

He hated that word. Sorry. As if it actually meant anything, as if it actually fixed anything, as if he should forgive Hoseok for breaking his heart in one of the worst ways possible. Jungkook’s body was moving on it’s own, almost like an out of body experience. He looked back at the man who until a few moments ago held all of his hopes, dreams, fears and heart. Staring into those eyes, he saw the regret of hurting him but not the regret of moving on with someone else. He saw the confirmation that they were over, they had been over and he was just the only fool who didn’t know it.

“I hope you treat them better than you did me.”

Shoving open the door, Jungkook stepped into the sunshine, tears streaming down his cheeks, lungs gasping for air and distance. He took a step, then another and another, each faster than the last until he was running to a destination he had no recollection of. When his feet finally slowed and came to a stop, he raised his gaze from the concrete sidewalk to an apartment complex that had once upon a time been so familiar to him. Maybe he shouldn’t have come here but he needed a friend.

He needed someone who would treat him better than Jung Hoseok had.

They always would here.

He always would.

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OSFTSB ~ Ch. 4 Irritable

It had been six weeks since Jungkook forced his way into an old friend's house. It had been six weeks and 12 hours and still no messages from Yoongi. It had made the male irritable over the last couple of days. Jungkook’s mind kept going in two directions. One, Yoongi has to have my number he did text me before I came over. Two, what if he had deleted it after the elder had seen him. It was possible. Honestly, he had left his phone number in his note because in his anxiety of leaving such a note he forgot that Yoongi had text him not too long ago. It was silly and dumb but now his mind wouldn’t stop.

Now that Jungkook had managed to enter into his hyung’s life for even just a small blip he didn’t want to leave again. Despite the fact that he knew better and he knew that he should abide by his hyung’s original wishes, there was still a thought that kept niggling in the back of his mind. He missed Yoongi for a variety of reasons. He missed the way he could sit and brood for as long as he liked without being asked what was wrong. That was unlike a certain best friend of him would do. He missed having someone to get lamb skewers with and he honestly hadn’t had any in years. He missed the funny way that Yoongi’s nose would crinkle up and he’d huff when he didn’t want to do something that was being asked of him or when someone would call him cute. Most often it was Jungkook calling him that. He missed how calming of a presence that Yoongi had. His friends were great but no one could send him waves of serenity just by being present in the room. He missed how they would bicker for thirty minutes over the silliest thing and then the next day bicker some more and then laugh about it or just move on as if that moment had never happened. Jungkook missed the way Yoongi’s eyes would crinkle around the edges when he was smiling so hard that you could see all of his pink gums. It was adorable, something he hadn’t told Yoongi but might some day. Well, he might if Yoongi would ever talk to him again. Sucking in a large breath he held onto it before exhaling harshly. Jungkook really hoped he would.

What happened to Hoseok? Well, thanks to the small meeting with his hyung, Jungkook was able to focus on something else. It had been a lot harder the first month because Hoseok had always been the first thing he thought of when he woke up, when he took his lunch break and would give the older male a call just to say hi but really to hear his voice and give him more energy to finish out the day. Being an accountant was rewarding in the way of money but not so much elsewhere. Luckily, Jungkook didn’t hate his job. He actually found it to be quite rewarding at times and enjoyed it more than he initially thought. Being the filial son, he followed his parents advice and here he was. He rented a good apartment, it was larger than his previous one but also in an older building, hence why he needed to have his front door re-painted. Another thing he was able to use as a distraction from Hoseok.

The day he spent with Taehyung, mainly on his couch being lazy movie and food binging bums is when he had come to terms with the fact that it was over. It had been over and despite the tragic way that he found it, he needed to accept what Hoseok had already accepted for the both of them. Jungkook did but that didn’t mean that he had to like the outcome. No, Hoseok had stomped on his heart in a way he hadn’t felt before. It was another lesson learned of what not to do in the realm of dating. Some days he missed his hyung more than others but that was natural. It had just about been two months and he was working on mending the wound, slowly. Since then he had just been doing the daily grind, work, eat, game, sleep. Sometimes he would go out for drinks with a few buddies or coworkers. Other times he’d be holed up watching anime on a binge in his bed for the entire weekend with chinese takeout filling up his fridge.

The sound of his phone buzzing violently on his desk had Jungkook shooting his hand out like the bullet train and scooping it swiftly off his sleek mahogany desk. He was so very thankful that he had his own office because otherwise that monstrosity of a noise would have disrupted everyone around him. Who the hell made these vibration settings for phones and why were they so intense?

“They might as well sell that model as a multipurpose vibrator for women.”

Whipping his head up from the screen of Jungkook’s phone, his hair flounced with the motion. His eyes fell upon a figure he hadn’t been expecting to see as they worked in the IT department and that was on an entirely different floor. His coworker pushed off of the doorjamb that he was leaning against and strolled into Jungkook’s office to promptly take a seat on the side of his desk. If it had been anyone else the brunette would have given them a dirty look instead he just sighed.

“You’re so crude Tae...but sadly you’re right. Should we go into another business?”

A megawatt smile was beaming at Jungkook from his best friend followed by a deep chuckle.

“Should we?” Two eyebrows wiggled at the younger and he couldn’t help but laugh and smack the back of his hand against Taehyung’s thigh.

“What do you want and why did you send me a text when you were already in my office?” he cocked a brow in curiosity as he waved his phone in between them.

Snatching it from the younger, Taehyung deftly began messing with different functions on the phone. Jungkook wasn’t really sure what he was doing but he didn’t oppose, he knew better. Whatever was about to happen he could just change later.

“I wanted to see how whipped you were for me.”

The answer rolled off his friend’s tongue so naturally but it made Jungkook gag.

“Seriously?”

His phone was placed on the desk in between the two with his lock screen visible. His new lock screen that is. It was a picture of Taehyung lounging across a couch, in one of his too big and cut along the right shoulder black shirts, making a ‘V’ with his fingers over his left eye. Jungkook scoffed while pointing at his phone, giving the elder an incredulous look. Honestly, the lock screen could have been much worse but that was beside the point at the moment.

“Sorry, did I say me? I meant Yoongi hyung.” A raise and drop of his shoulders, Taehyung spoke plainly,

“I look good.”

Shaking his head, Jungkook ran his index finger over the phone, swiping to the right ready to change the lock screen back to what he had it previously. It was a generic rain theme on his phone but it was nice and he liked it. The icons were all drops of rain and you know maybe it reflected his rainy heart or some shit like that, that he would never admit to.

“What the fuck?!”

The billowing laughter filled up Jungkook’s office and if the door hadn’t been closed would have surely spilled over into the hallways and other offices as a few kept their doors open. Taehyung had always been loud when he laughed. Right now was no exception. Especially not when he had his head thrown back and was leaning so far that he might actually topple off the desk in all of his rumbling. He had achieved the reaction he wanted.

“How did you even find this so quickly? You had my phone for less than five seconds.”

Jungkook held out the phone in Taehyung’s face as if the man needed to see what the image was and he hadn’t been the one to select it in the first place. Pulling it back he took another look at the image and then stuck it angrily right back in his friend’s face.

“It’s your fault for still having sleepy Yoongi hyung pics on your phone. Why do YOU still have them, huh?”

Taehyung was clutching his stomach as he continued to laugh some more at the shocked expression on his friend’s face. He had actually found the picture weeks ago when the two had a gaming session and Jungkook had run to the corner store to grab some more snacks but left his phone on accident. Neither of the two hid things from the other so boundaries were blurred often. This being one of them. In any other circumstance Jungkook would have just laughed it off but this… Well, it wasn’t as funny as his friend thought. It only irritated him more that the text Taehyung had sent, he had wanted it to be Yoongi’s and now he was being teased for something he just had never deleted and it got transferred over like all his files do because they’re stored on the cloud.

Dragging his finger across the phone, Jungkook began to fix his lock screen only to have it yanked out of his hand.

“Nope! You can’t change this until after we have lunch together at least. I know you want to see his cute button nose every time you unlock your phone anyway.”

Now Jungkook’s jaw was sitting on his desk, that was how far it had dropped. Just what in the world did Taehyung think he was doing? Didn’t his friend butt into his life enough, why was he bothering him so much about his hyung?

“Tae…”

Slipping off of the desk, Taehyung stood to his full height and handed the phone back to it’s original owner.

“Come on, I’ve been craving honey garlic chicken and beer for some weird reason.”

“You know we can’t drink?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, let’s go Kookie.” He sauntered off to the door of the younger’s office and hovered there until he finally heard the last couple of clicks of Jungkook locking his computer and muffled footsteps behind him.

“I’m changing this when we get to the restaurant.”

“No you’re not.”

Running his hand through his hair in frustration, he tugged on the strands just a bit before deciding the sooner they finished lunch the better. He brushed past Taehyung down the hallway, nodded at a few people he saw on the way and pressed the down button to the elevator about four times before his friend had managed to sidle up next to him.

“You know you’re really annoying.”

A grin spread across those catlike lips of Taehyung’s.

“I know.”

Ugh. He hated how well that Taehyung knew him and he hated that he was just going to listen to the man as well. Part of that had to do with he didn’t want the other to make up something worse for Jungkook to deal with but another part of him… Well, he hadn’t seen that picture of his hyung in a long time. It was cute to say the least and it had gotten him a lamb skewers dinner with an agreement to delete the picture from existence. Heh, clearly that never happened but what his hyung didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

They were seated at a small table next to the window, the warm sun beating down on both men. They had long since unbuttoned their cuffs and rolled up the sleeves. It was warm but it was nice to be under the sun’s warmth. Jungkook’s office had a window as well but it faced another building and didn’t receive quite the same light, while Taehyung worked in cubicles, only artificial light rained down upon him. There were two boxes of honey garlic chicken on the table, a pitcher of water, pickled radish, kimchi, a roll of kimbap and a small cup of tteokbokki because Taehyung couldn’t decide on one or the other. Jungkook didn’t really blame him but he was wearing a white button up today and was not about even attempt to eat tteokbokki. It almost never failed for him to get something on his white clothes. Which you would think would deter the man from continuing to buy oversized white t-shirts let along white clothes in general. Perhaps there was more than one reason he bought so many of the same colored shirt.

It wasn’t until the two men had thoroughly stuffed their faces with about half of their meal that either really spoke to the other. Sustenance was important and also just overtook the larger part of their brain upon being placed in front of them. Both of their phones conveniently found enough space to occupy the small table as well. It wasn’t as if they were extremely popular with social media or friends but somehow it was a comfort to have your phone at easy access. The way times had changed. However, it didn’t get past Taehyung that Jungkook’s hand would hover near his phone every now and then though it never actually touched the device. He smirked around his chicken thigh that he was biting into.

“Why don’t you just call him?”

Jungkook quickly swallowed the cube of pickled radish he had just bit into.

“Why don’t you mind your own business?” He said tersely.

His words didn’t phase the older man at all. He continued on as if Jungkook had just spoken in the sweetest tone one could give.

“It’s clearly bugging you. Just do it.”

Jungkook’s chopsticks froze for half a second before he began to tap them on the inside of his box of chicken. Glancing up he didn’t catch Taehyung’s gaze as he had been knocking back a few gulps of water. Lowering his eyes back to his own box, patience wearing thinner and thinner with each second that ticked by.

“What’s bugging me is your insistence. Maybe I don’t want to call him? Maybe what’s bugging me is that my longtime boyfriend cheated on me? Maybe I miss him and I hate myself for doing so. Maybe I just want to eat this chicken, go back to work so I can go home and play Overwatch so I can turn my brain off?”

Taehyung gulped one last time as he listened to a sudden burst of aggression pour out of his best friend. Setting his glass down gently, he places his chopsticks in the box of chicken and gazed at his friend with sympathetic eyes. He always poked and prodded, teased and sometimes he went too far but even now he didn’t think that was the case. Jungkook might actually be all of the things he just spouted out but there was more to his irritation than just that.

“Kookie, when’s the last time you’ve actually thought of Hoseok?”

“Just a second ago.”

Narrowed eyes pinned the younger in his place and he quickly dropped them to his fidgeting hand that kept his chopsticks dancing around the box. He didn’t answer for a moment but then mumbled, “A While.”

“Awhile? So, you don’t know when. That’s what I thought. You may still be hurt and miss the things you used to have but you already let go of Hoseok. We both know that.”

Stabbing a piece of chicken breast with his chopstick, Jungkook kept quiet. He hated when Taehyung was right. When Taehyung was able to read him like a book. It was so damn annoying. Hoseok had meant a lot to him, he had and in some ways he would always miss Hoseok as a person. The man had been able to make him laugh in ways unlike any other, they shared similar tastes in a variety of things that made him a great partner to do things with that he couldn’t do with his other friends. Someone he could talk hours with and never grow bored but over the past few weeks, he had learned Hoseok as a person was someone he could let go. It didn’t have to be Hoseok and maybe it never had. His heart sure felt like that but maybe he had been confused on what that truly felt like.

Jungkook was still angry with Hoseok but had let go of a lot of that anger early one. There were only so many emotions he could handle at once and anger wasn’t one of them. The hurt was bad enough to be betrayed in such a way. That in all honesty was what stung the most. He had entrusted Hoseok with his heart and the man didn’t even care enough to treat it properly even if he didn’t want to be romantically involved with him anymore. Or maybe, Hoseok had cared too much. Either way, it was mismanaged and the one who was suffering the most was the one and only Jeon Jungkook.

His hand was moving without his knowledge, so much so that Taehyung placed his over it and put a halt to the attack on the chicken breast.

“Heh, pretty sure the chicken didn’t do anything to you.”

The touch brought him out of the haze he had been in,

“Huh?...Oh, eh…”

He may or may not have just stabbed a fair amount of holes with his chopsticks into the poor chicken breast that had been waiting so patiently to be eaten, not deformed. Taehyung let out a small chuckle.

“Remind me not to truly piss you off.” The elder began shaking his head as he removed his hand from Jungkook’s and went back to his own chicken.

“Sometimes I wish you would.” he muttered under his breath but the other didn’t hear.

They finished their lunch with casual chatter, mostly about work. Jungkook had a new client who was an utter mess and couldn’t seem to properly compile his documents or had a shit secretary. He wasn’t really sure but either way, it was obviously for the best that he was hiring a financial accountant. Jungkook had been wondering how the man had been getting by all these years, he wasn’t exactly a spring chicken anymore. It would be one of the smaller accounts he managed but that didn’t really bother him. Taehyung on the other hand seemed to have too much time on his hands and was complaining that he was caught up on his Netflix Original and was bummed that he now had nothing new to watch. Jungkook could only laugh and shake his head at his friend. At least he knew, despite how lax the elder appeared he did actually get all of his work done, which was why he grew bored easily.

They ended up having to high tail it back to work. Forgetting about the time entirely, they only had eight minutes to punch in and they were actually seven minutes away from the office. Booking it in the afternoon sun, did nothing to help them cool down. With sweat beading at their temples, they split ways. Taehyung waving broadly as he went the back way to get to his department. Jungkook wiped his brow as he stepped into the elevator and punched number 12. As the doors were closing, his phone vibrated surpisingly softly in his pocket. Considering the comment earlier he was beginning to wonder if the phone knew what type of device it was in and social cues. The ding of the elevator coming to a floor and stopping made Jungkook’s gaze drift from the phone he pulled out to the digital number on the display in front of him, seven, not his floor. A few people stepped on and pressed a button correspondingly. Jungkook went back to his phone, it was lit up with a display box.

TaeTae 1:07pm: You’re looking at him aren’t you? ;)

Balling his hand into a fist, he muttered very quiet and unintelligble under his breath. Taehyung really wanted to get the smack down later. It seems his friend had forgotten just how easy it is for his dongsaeng to throw him around. Perhaps he should invite the man over later. Sliding his fingers over the keys he was about to reply when another message came through.

TaeTae 1:07pm: Really though, you didn’t sleep with him?

Jungkook let out an exasperated puff of air, that earned him a few glances from the two women in the elevator next to him. He could hear muttering but honestly didn’t care what they were saying. The elevator dinged once more. Glancing up once more he saw the number 12 and took a step forward with his polished black dress shoe. As the doors opened he slipped his way through and briskly made it to his office, shutting the door behind him he plopped down in his, iphone in hand. Resting his elbows on top of his desk he stared at the message and shook his head again.

Me 1:10pm: If you’re so interested in his sex life why don’t you sleep with him.

He knew that Taehyung wasn’t actually interested in Yoongi’s sex life but he really didn’t know how else to combat this topic with his crazy best friend. Tossing his phone on the desk, he unlocked his computer and tried to collect his thoughts on where he had left off. Jungkook’s phone buzzed like a banshee once more. Swooping it up out of instinct to stop the horrendously loud noise. Unlocking his phone he opened Taehyung’s message and read.

TaeTae 1:11pm: I just might ;)

A stone dropped into the pit of his stomach and sat there, weighing him down. Ignoring his phone and this strange feeling, Jungkook tried to focus on his job.

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