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Once again, Taehyungfound himself spacing out in his art lesson. He’s always ahead ofthe lessons anyway so he doesn’t consider it a problem, howeverwhen you’ve decided to get a degree in a subject, it might help topay at least a little attention. Though, he liked to think the reasonwhy he wasn’t focusing was a valid one. There was a certainbrunette boy walking across campus outside the window, bag slung overhis shoulder and his pierced ear on show. Taehyung just couldn’thelp but rest his head in his hands and sigh, silently swooning overwhat he wish he had but knew better than to hope for anything morethan those brief little conversations they shared in the corridor. Tohim, Jungkook looked like a model straight out of some fashionmagazine – or someone who could pass of as being the lead singer ina rock band… He just had that vibe about him, that look, andTaehyung had never been so attracted to someone before in his entirelife. Not that he didn’t like his personality either because hedefinitely did, he only had their conversations and what he’d seenaround campus to go off but Jungkook was kind and funny, he caredabout other people and never hesitated to help when he could but henever expected anything in return for it. In fact, he kept to himselfmore often than not. He had his circle of friends and he tended tostay within it but he’d talk to anyone that started a conversationwith him and Taehyung just thought he was amazing. Sure, herecognises that Jungkook has flaws – after all, everyone does –but he didn’t care about them. If anything, he wanted to learn whatthey were, he wanted to learn more about the other, all the good andall the bad. He’s never liked someone this much before...

Eventually Jungkookwas out of sight and the teacher was dismissing the class, leavingTaehyung to  frantically pack up and stumble out of his chair when henoticed that everyone had already left. Even the teacher. God damn,why did Jeon Jungkook have to be so distracting?

Taehyung made hisway over to his locker, his dyed dark blonde hair getting in his eyes alittle and making him flick it out of the way with a swish of hishead. He worried his bottom lip, clutching his bag in his arms thathad his art book sticking out of it because it was too big and hekept forgetting to go and buy a bigger bag. With a rather awkwardstance, he reached into the pocket of his trousers, having to pushhis oversized sweater up and out of the way, to pull his keys out.However, he’d forgotten that he wasn’t very organised. As soon ashe opened his locker, three textbooks and an obscene amount of papertumbled out onto him and the floor and he let out a shout of regret,banging his forehead against the metal and cursing himself.

         “Needany help?” Taehyung recognised that voice anywhere and jumpedbackwards to see Jungkook staring at him with a smile. “That’s alot of paper.”          “The life of a struggling artstudent.” Taehyung groaned, pouting and throwing his bag on theground so he could crouch and begin collecting everything up in hisarms, Jungkook naturally coming down to help him.         “They should give you guys bigger lockers.” Jungkook said,picking up one of the textbooks so that he had something to put thepaper on so that it wouldn’t bend in his hands.         “That would be logical but it would also be expensive.” Taehyungsighed, trying not to stutter and blush when he reached for the samepieces of paper that Jungkook did, their hands brushing over eachother like a teenage romance movie. “Thanks… By the way.” Hesaid, clearing his throat and pulling his hand back.         “No worries.” Jungkook grinned and Taehyung couldn’t help butsmile back, finding the younger man’s bunny esque grin contagiouslyadorable. “I’m not in a rush or anything.”         “Isn’t there a massive essay due in for you biology majors?”Taehyung said, raising an eyebrow as he knew Jungkook wasn’t thetype to prepare for anything.          “Yeah but I’ll getit done when I get it done.” Jungkook shrugged, proving Taehyung’ssentiment correct and making him chuckle in the process. “You know,maybe you should get a massive binder or folder.”         “That would also be logical...” Taehyung hummed, picking up thelast of the paper and standing up, Jungkook following suit with anequal amount of Taehyung’s work in his arms.          “I’mheading to the library, I could pick you one up from the little shopif you want?” Jungkook offered, shrugging.          “No,it’s okay.” Taehyung stuttered a little, coughing a little yetagain to steady himself. “You don’t have to do that...”         “It’ll hardly put a dent in my wallet. It’s just afolder.” Jungkook said, handing Taehyung the paper and textbookafter he’d put his share in his locker.          “I’llget one tomorrow. Promise.”          “You’ll have to showme it so I know you haven’t put it off.” Jungkook smiled, pickinghis bag back up and over his shoulder.          “Hmm, it’sa date.” Taehyung said before he could even think about it,instantly flushing and nervously chuckling when he realised what he’dsaid. He continued to stare at his locker, a little too embarrassed tolook at Jungkook but if he had he would have seen that the youngerman was sharing his expression.          “Yeah...”         “Anyway! Thanks!” Taehyung exclaimed, putting art book inhis locker and closing it, now able to shut his bag.         “No problem.” Jungkook nodded his head, fingers drumming on thestrap that was slightly digging into his skin.         “Thanks...” Taehyung whispered with a smile, picking up his bag and bowing his head a little to Jungkook before waving goodbye andbounding off, leaving Jungkook to lean against the lockers with asigh...

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Jungkook groaned andruffled his hair up, a frown on his face as he picked up histextbooks and stuffed them in his bag. He wasn’t normally one tostay late in the library but one too many nights spent staring at theTV with a playstation controller in his hand had gotten him a bit toofar behind on his work. He hoisted his bag over his shoulder andturned to leave, trying not to dwell on the fact that it was startingto get dark and the alley shortcut to the dorm wasn’t very welllit. He waved goodbye to the librarian sat behind her desk and thenasked himself why he did that when she wasn’t even looking in hisdirection so really he just waved to the air or the books behind her.So, he was glad that there wasn’t anyone else here to see hissocial failings.

He left the libraryand made his way down the long corridor, taking a right at the end towalk down yet another long corridor. There were too many longcorridors. At least he could peek inside the empty classrooms and allof the artwork hanging up on the walls as he was in the artdepartments block now. He smiled to himself when he saw some ofTaehyung’s art hung up, stopping in his tracks to admire it for amoment even though he’d already seen it plenty of times before. Hecarried on walking when he heard the sound of chatter at the end ofhallway, his curiosity making him slow down when passing the room sothat he could take a quick glance inside to see who was in there andonce he did he halted his foot steps because he had an inkling as towhose voice he was hearing but he hadn’t expected to be right.Inside the room and sat on a table was Taehyung and his best friend,Park Jimin which Jungkook only knew as Taehyung brought him up a fairbit in the conversations they shared. The door was slightly ajarwhich is why he could hear them and he didn’t plan oneavesdropping, really he didn’t, he was going to carry on walking…

         “So,made any progress on loverboy?” However, Jimin’s words had himcrouching underneath the window of the door and listening in. Who wasthis ‘loverboy’? Did Taehyung have a crush on someone? If so,were they better than Jungkook? Were they more handsome, more funny,more… Everything? Were they even good enough for Taehyung? Jungkookcouldn’t help but listen in on the conversation now, his thoughtshad spiralled off on a tangent and he was in too deep to walk away.         “Let’s not call him that.” Taehyung sighed, swinginghis legs from up on the table, his hands resting in between histhighs on the surface and Jungkook thought it was so cute. “And no…He helped me pick my things up after they all fell on me, andI got so flustered all I could say was ‘thanks’.” Taehyungshrugged, mocking himself with his tone of voice. Jungkook began towonder if Taehyung was talking about him? After all, he had helpedhim pick up his textbooks earlier so maybe it was him?         “Aren’t you supposed to say thanks?” Jimin cocked abrow, a confused expression on his face.          “Yeah butI could have been like, heh… Thanks.” Taehyung leaned back andpulled a nonchalant expression, deepening his voice and Jungkook hadto suppress a chuckle just hearing it, already imagining whatTaehyung was doing. “You know?”          “It’s good youdidn’t do that.” Jimin pursed his lips and pressed a mockinglysupportive hand to Taehyung’s shoulder, to which the younger rolledhis eyes with a huff.          “It’s just he’s sohandsome and cool and I’m so… So the person who trips over air.” Taehyung explained (referencing an earlier incident where he had been walking and talking with Jimin and just randomly fallen over), slouching a little, unaware thatbehind the door was a very flabbergasted Jungkook who was thinking tohimself that it was insane for Taehyung to think he was anything lessthan amazing and beautiful and funny and kind and all around one ofthe best people Jungkook had ever met. Not that he was biased.        “Have you tried just telling him?” A logical statement fromJimin, however if the person wasn’t Jungkook then Jungkook wouldrather Jimin keep his mouth shut because he wasn’t sure just howwell he dealt with jealously. He imagined he wouldn’t deal with itwell, considering last week some guy picked an eyelash off ofTaehyung’s cheek and got him to blow it off and Jungkook almostsnapped the pencil he was holding.          “Are you insane?”Taehyung exclaimed, eyes wide. “A gazelle knows not to dance with alion.” This time it was Jimin’s turn to roll his eyes.        “Well, for one neither of them really ‘dance’ and two,you’re not that graceful.”          “Thank you for yoursupport.”          “Just tell him, Taehyung.” Jiminsmiled sympathetically, fully understanding the other man’spredicament. “No offence but Jungkook is really not as ‘cool’as you’re making him out to be. I saw him get his jacket caught ona door handle and instead of just taking the jacket off and trying toget it off like a normal human being, he decided to keep it on andliterally run in place to try and yank it off.” Jungkook almostfell over after hearing his name, as it was confirmation that theywere in fact talking about him, which meant that Taehyung did in facthave a crush on him. Which meant that his own feelings were returned.          “Really?” Taehyung chuckled at the image ofJungkook struggling against himself and the sound made Jungkook snapout of his elated trance and replace that excitement withembarrassment because the jacket incident hadn’t exacty been one ofhis finest moments and he didn’t really want Taehyung to know aboutit either.          “Just talk to him.” Jimin shrugged,standing up, and the shuffling of his feet on the floor startledJungkook as he thought they were going to leave and catch him satoutside but that was hardly the problem when his sudden movement hadhim losing his balance and falling through the door anyway. “Oh hiJungkook.” Jimin said, both he and Taehyung now staring down at himas he laid flat down on the floor.          “Um...”Jungkook started, raising his head to look at the pair with a red andmortified flush on his cheeks. “Hi. I fell.”          “Overnothing?” Jimin quipped with a little smirk, referencing Taehyung’s earlier plight with the air before he picked up his coat and bag.“Well, I’m going to go and meet Yoongi. He’s waiting in the carpark.” He said, reaching out to pat Taehyung’s shoulder andwhisper in his ear. “Good luck.” He stepped over Jungkook’sbody which was apparently frozen in place, a quiet and breathy laughtumbling out of his lips as he shook his head and left.         “Er, hey Jungkook.” Taehyung started, his heartbeat beginning topulse faster just being in the same room as the other.         “Hey.”          “You can get up, you know.” He laughed,hopping off of the table and walking over to where Jungkook waspatting the floor.          “Yeah but my dignity is here onthe floor…” Taehyung rolled his eyes with a smile, crouching downand offering Jungkook his hand, helping the younger man up and tryingnot to dwell on how warm his hands were and how nice they felt inhis.          “So… How much of that did you hear?” Whenthey were both stood up, Taehyung was yet again reminded of how muchmore muscular Jungkook was than him and that he was just that tinybit taller too but the broadness of his shoulders almost madeTaehyung swoon when he imagined being enveloped by them.         “Enough to know that you think I’m handsome and cool.”Jungkook grinned nervously, trying not to rock back and forth on hisfeet but failing miserably. “Though, I may have just ruined thecool part.”          “No, I still think you’re prettycool.” Taehyung hummed, looking down at the floor and where he hadhis fingers clasped together, tapping his knuckles.         “If it helps, I think you’re cool yourself.” The brunettereplied, ruffling the hair at the base of his neck.         “We sound like kids.” Taehyung said with a scoff, and Jungkookseconded that.          “Yes we do.” For a moment theystood in silence, unsure of what to say next but knowing what theywanted to say.          “So, um… What do you think of.”Taehyung was surprised he found the courage to get the words out, asjambled and stuttered those words were. “Well, what I’m trying tosay is...”          “Yes.” Jungkook cut him off, eyeshopeful and and relieved.          “I haven’t saidanything.” Taehyung breathed, a nervous chuckle following.          “I’m assuming you were going to ask me out on a date orsomething so I’m saying yes.”          “Yeah?”Taehyung was surprised but he couldn’t complain because that wasexactly what he was trying to ask. “Okay, cool.”         “Cool.”          “Sorry, I’m a little… Flustered.”Taehyung said, trying to explain why he was feeling so awkward andsubsequently acting so awkward. The distance between them wasn’thelping either as he could feel Jungkook’s breath against hisforehead and he only had to reach his hand out a little bit to touchhis shirt. He doesn’t know when they got so close but he didn’tmind it really.          “Me too, it’s okay.” Jungkooksmiled, also seemingly noticing the lack of space between from theway he looked down at Taehyung and then tried to bite an even widergrin down. “Are you heading home now?”          “Yeah,you?” It was a stupid question. Of course Jungkook was headinghome, why else would he have his bag with him (that, granted, wasstill on the floor where he had previously been) and why else wouldhe ask?          “We live in the same dorm, right? I’m theon the first floor.” Jungkook said but Taehyung already knew thatfrom the times he’d seen him when he was leaving or entering thebuilding himself.          “Second.” Jungkook nodded hishead, not saying it out loud but he also already knew that for thesame reasons that Taehyung did.          “Shall we walk eachother home?” Jungkook suggested, putting his hands in his pocketsand trying to push down the heat threatening to colour his face as areaction to the soft smile that blossomed on Taehyung face.         “I’d like that.” Taehyung said quietly, going to reach forhis bag that was on the table behind him but being interrupted byJungkook who picked it up instead. “Oh, thanks.” Jungkook noddedhis head with a ‘don’t worry about it’ air about him as hegrabbed his own bag to sling over his shoulder. “So, any ideas ofwhere we can go for our first date?” The (only slightly) older manasked, walking out of the room as Jungkook held the door open forhim.          “Erm. One second.” However when he turnedaround he saw Jungkook smiling nervously at him and he raised aneyebrow in confusion, tilting his head and peeking around to see whathad happened. “I should probably get a new jacket.” A loosethread on the back of Jungkook’s jacket had gotten caught on thedoor handle and he was currently pulling against it to try and freeit, hands awkwardly holding up the bags that had fallen down to hiselbows.          “Do you want to give me the bags?”Taehyung laughed, hiding his grin behind his hand, his other handreaching out and waiting for Jungkook to pass the bags over, which hedid with no hesitation.          “Yeah, that’s a good idea,thanks...”

When Jungkook hadfinally freed himself from the clutches of the door for the secondtime that week, the two headed back to their dorm and talked abouteverything, anything and nothing all at the same time. There was amoment of silent understanding when they reached the entrance, onlyneeding to give each other one look and one smile before they madetheir way to Jungkook’s room instead of parting ways, eager tocarry on the conversation over a movie and some junk food...

jungkook looks so cute here omg

          “Okay guys, good work today, go get changed.”

Hoseok dismissed his class of thirteen to fourteen year olds, walkingto the corner of the room to turn off the generic rhythm music thatwas playing as the pitter patter of kids leaving filled the hall.This was the one time of the school day where he wasn’t thinkingabout kids or lesson plans because he was thinking about foodinstead. In around five minutes, the bell for lunch would soundthroughout the entire school and Hoseok was free to go and devour thefood he had packed for himself this morning before he left. Hoseokhad been a dance teacher at this high school for roughly two yearscome April, and it was the best job he’d ever had. He was doingwhat he loved still – dancing – but at the same time he was alsopassing on that same passion to younger people, and even if only twoout of fifteen people in a class began to love it just as much as hedid then he was doing something right. He pushed his black hairback, sighing as he stretched his back a little, he always preferredto put as much energy into his lessons as he expected the studentsto so he always ended up a little sweaty at the end. Not that heminded much.

           “Hey, how was class?” He turned around to see afamiliar smiling face peeking around the double doors. The appearanceof the brunette man put a soft grin on his face, and he waved theother inside, shaking his head and ruffling his hair up so he lookeda little more presentable.           “Hey Jimin.” Jiminwas a little shorter than him with chubbier cheeks that alwaysbunched up when he smiled or laughed and made his eyes look likecrescent moons, not that Hoseok always paid that much attention…“Yeah, it was good. There are a couple students in this class I’mpretty sure are going to sign up for the summer show.” He said,noting that Jimin had loosened his navy tie and unbuttoned the firsttwo buttons of his white blouse for comfort, knowing that he didn’tlike when things were too tight and stuffy.           “Yeah?”Jimin’s voice was light and airy too, Hoseok found it pleasant tolisten to – it had this calming and relaxing effect on him that nomatter how tensed or riled up about something he was, all he had todo was simply talk and listen to Jimin and it was as though he waslistening to a lullaby and could momentarily push down those negativefeelings. “I think the show will be really good this year. I have acouple bands that are really serious about music who are going to doit.” So with a voice like that, it makes sense that he’s a musicteacher. The passion Hoseok has for dance is exactly how Jimin feltabout music and performing in general, though while Jimin wassomething of a dancer himself, he chose to focus more on music as acareer path and Hoseok was secretly glad. If he hadn’t, Jimin would neverhave applied for the music teacher position at this school and Hoseokwould never have met him.           “Good.” Hoseok nodded,trying not to get too distracted by that little glint in the youngerman’s eye or the way he crossed his arms and jutted his hip out tostand comfortably.           “You sound a little out ofbreath.” Jimin chuckled, teasing him a little but still sporting anunderstanding smile.           “Just a tad.” There was apause after that, and they both looked down at the ground, unsure ofwhat to say. Jimin worried his bottom lip, playing with the fabric ofhis shirt before he cleared his throat.           “Do youwant to get lunch?” He asked, and Hoseok wasn’t expecting thequestion, so he simply said the first thing that came to mind withoutmuch thought.           “I brought my own today.” Which hethen realised made it sound like he didn’t want to get lunch withJimin. Which he did. He very much did.           “Oh okay.”Jimin put on a smile, looking a little awkward. “Nevermind then.”           “No, we can still…We can still eat together. If you want.” He tried to salvage thesituation. After all, any time he had with Jimin alone always endedup being a time that left butterflies in his stomach and made himforget that he was almost 26 years old.           “It’salright, I should probably get some marking done anyway.” Jiminshrugged, putting his hands in his trouser pockets and clicking thepen that was left loose inside.           “We could get lunchtomorrow?” Hoseok quickly interjected, knowing by the shuffle ofJimin’s feet that he was getting ready to leave.          “It’s Saturday tomorrow, Hoseok.” Jimin scoffed, an endearinggrin on his face replacing the previous stiff one that was hidingdisappointment.           “Yeah?” Hoseok wasn’t quitegetting what Jimin was insuating, not seeing the problem.          “Well, we’re not at school on Saturdays...” Which is whyJimin’s explaination had his mouth gaping open in an ‘o’ shape.           “You’re right, sorry.” He laughed, shaking hishead at himself and leaning his hands on the rail against the mirrorbehind him. “Monday then.”           “Yeah, cool.Monday.” Jimin nodded his head in confirmation, smiling down at thefloor. Once again, they reverted into silence until Jimin’s footstepped backwards with a hesitant tap against the floor. “Erm.Well… I’ll see you around.” He said and Hoseok nodded his head,waving as Jimin eventually turned around to walk properly away.          “Yep.” Hoseok whispered to himself, his hand droppingdown to his side with a sigh as the door swung closed behind theyounger man.

Hoseok wondered why he could never have a normal conversation withJimin. The two could talk for hours and hours about anything andeverything but by the end of it, it was always awkward. He didn’tknow if it was his fault or Jimin’s – most likely both of them –but whether it was conflicting plans or reluctant goodbyes, Hoseokalways felt that uncomfortable feeling in his chest that made himwant to scrunch his face up and sigh loudly in an attempt toalleviate said feeling. Maybe it wasn’t necessarily awkwardness butHoseok still found himself mulling over words he could have saiddifferent or things he could have done instead when it came to Jimin.Only when it came to Jimin.

          “You’re hopeless.” Yet another recognisable voicedrifted into the dance hall; this time it made Hoseok roll hiseyes with a groan.           “Yoongi, I swear you are alwayseavesdropping on me.” He huffed, pulling away from the mirror asYoongi walked over to him.           “No, I came by to see ifyou were finished with your class and I heard you and Jimin talkingand I can’t pass up on anything that might give me a reason totease you.” The older maths teacher hummed, a mischievous grin onhis face as he popped a crisp in his mouth from the packet he washolding in his right hand. “And your plain awkwardness is enoughfor that.”           “Oh shut up.” Hoseok frowned, notbothering to tell Yoongi that he couldn’t eat in here because theolder man would just continue anyway and tell him that he has tobecause he needs his sustenance.           “You two confuseme.” Yoongi said, loud crunching following his words. “Youliterally turn into teenagers when you talk to each other. ‘ohum, sorry… I, I mean if you want. Oh’.”He pulled a face and mockedthe way Hoseok and Jimin had spoken with each other, definitely notacting his age and pulling yet another eye roll from the dancer.          “Okay, I get it.”Hoseok started organisingthings, pulling the plug out of the wall and rolling the long wireup.          “Why don’t youjust ask him out to dinner or something? You’re both grown adultswhat’s the worst that can happen?” Yoongishrugged, speaking with his mouth a little full and Hoseok let out along breath before replying.          “He says no andwe have to live awkwardly avoiding each other which will beimpossible because not only are we co-workers but we work in the samedepartment and have to work together for the performing arts shows.”Yoongi looked at him with adead stare and Hoseok stared back with an equally blank gaze.          “You’rehopeless.” Yoongideadpanned before he turned on his heel and walked away, leaning hishead back to tip the rest of his crisps into his mouth whilst Hoseokglared at his back.

It’s not as if Hoseok didn’twant to ask Jimin out. He definitely did. However, it had been solong since he realised he had feelings for the younger man that hewas worried he would ruin things between them if he tried to pursueanything further. In hismind, even though Jimin doesn’t give him any inclination that hewould say no, there was no explicit reason for a yes either and theuncertainty was Hoseok’s biggest problem in trying to find thecourage to finally ask…

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So once again, Hoseok found himselfthinking of Jimin as he sat on his couch not watching the TV that wasplaying a show he didn’t recognise. Hetapped his fingers on the arm, puffing his cheeks in boredom.

However, his boredom wasn’t goingto last very long as there was faint knock at his door. At first, hethought he was just hearing things as it was so quiet but then itrepeated, much louder but still hesitant sounding. With a confusedpout, he stood up and pulled his shirt down a little, making his waypast the kitchen and through the hall to the front door. He had noidea who was knocking at his door at 7pm, it definitely wasn’tYoongi because Yoongi didn’t leave his house for anything but workor to go to a pub and if it was going to be anyone else, theywouldn’t come unannounced. Without any expectations, he reached hishand out and enclosed it around the cold handle, turning the lockwith his other hand.          “Oh, Jimin. Hey.”Hoseok opened the door to seethe slightly wind blushed face of the music teacher, hands in his coat pocketwith a scarf wrapped around his neck and touching the bottom of hislip. He looked bundled up despite the dashes of pink acrosshis cheeks and nose.          “Hoseok.” Jiminsmiled, bowing his head a little and sniffling.          “What are youdoing?” Hoseok asked, alittle confused and slightly concerned at how cold Jimin was lookingand sounding. Jimin looked down at his feet, rocking back and forth alittle.          “Well, I justwanted to take a walk and I guess my feet just took me here.” Hesaid with a shrug, glad that he could hide his blush behind the coldthat had been nipping at his face.          “I’m surprisedyou remember where I live.” Hoseokchuckled, stepping out of the way to let the younger man in, noddingat the small utter of a ‘thank you’ sent his way.          “Well, I’vebeen here enough.” Jimin said, unwrapping his scarf and taking his coat off, slightlytaken aback when Hoseok took them off of him to hang up.          “What’s up?”He asked, doing a good job athiding the fact he was slightly nervous Jimin was currently in hishouse for the fifth time but it was the first time he had come completely out of his own volition.          “Erm, nothing…Like I said - just took a walk.” Thebrunette said with pursed lips, clasping his hands together in frontof him and swaying a little on his feet. Avoiding Hoseok’s eyes forsome reason.          “You came herethough. You could have gone anywhere else.” Hoseoktook a teasing tone, walking to the kitchen with Jimin trailing behindhim.          “I guess I justwanted to see you.” Jiminsighed, smiling and leaning on the counter as Hoseok took a glass outof the cupboard. “Even if Ididn’t realise it.”          “I’mflattered.” ThankfullyHoseok had his back to the younger, so the heat colouring his facewasn’t on show and he could pass his comment off as a joke.          “Shut up.”Jimin chuckled, watching asHoseok moved around the room.          “Do you want adrink or anything?”          “You actually havedrinks? Other than water and alcohol?” Jiminmock gasped, pretending to be shocked because he knew exactly whatHoseok was going to say next.          “No, I havewater… And alcohol.” Theolder pouted, holding up the glass and staring at the tap in thesink.          “Never change.”Jimin shook his head,grinning endearingly. “I’lljust have water.”          “On a Friday? You’rea riot.” Hoseok quipped,pouring Jimin a drink and then getting himself the same.          “I don’t wantto end up saying or doing anything stupid tonight thanks.” Jiminreplied quietly, taking the cup and looking down at the water insideof it as he talked rather than at Hoseok.          “Like what?”          “Nothing...”Jimin shrugged, flushing andwondering why he had even said anything in the first place.          “Do you want towatch a movie?” Hoseokasked, noting Jimin’s sudden change in demeanour and not wantinghim to feel uncomfortable even if he wasn’t sure whyexactly he felt uncomfortable.          “Yeah, sure...”

Theyboth settled on the couch andplaced their drinks on the coffee table,each sat on either end with a space left between them, as Hoseokflicked through the channels until he found the only movie that wasclose to have started to watch. It was some coming of age movie thatHoseok is pretty sure he was made to watch in high school but Jiminseemed interested so he went with it. The silence soon washed over them asHoseok vaguely remembered the plot, he knew sometime soon that therewas going to be some big dramatic reveal that the main character’sfather was dead and that would, in turn, kick start the plot.

Wanting to get comfortable, he movedfurther down the couch to pull his legs up, arm laying on the back ofthe couch so that his torso wasn’t awkwardly trying to stayupright. He was closer to Jimin in this position however and he sawthe younger man shift his eyes to look at him, shuffling a little inhis seat and clearing his throat, the tips of his ear turning red.Hoseok tried not to thinkanything of it, and he especially tried not to look at the way thelight of the television highlighted Jimin’s face, from the wisps ofhis eyelashes to the tip of his nose and the outline of his plumplips that were slightly pouted in concentration. Instead, he tore hisgaze back to the movie and tried to look interested. He also tried toactually be interested but he was finding it difficult. The movie wasactually boring him and he wasn’t sure if the heaviness of his eyeswas just a random sensation or if he was slowly falling asleep… Hisblinks grew slower and slower and his limbs weighed down on him moreand more until his eyes wereclosed longer each time he blinked. He tried but eventually his eyelids just stayedshut…

          “Hoseok?” WhenHoseok finally woke up, not even realising he had fallen alseep, hewas greeted with the sight of everything appearing horizontal. He heard Jimincall his name but he didn’t respond as he tried to make sense ofwhat position he was in. He figured it out when he felt a hand in hishair and saw the edges of Jimin’s kneesin front of him. In his sleep, he must have started to fall over onthe couch and had ended up in Jimin’slap. If that wasn’t enough for his poor heart, the younger had also started to play with his hair at some point in his sleep (a sleep that waslong enough for whatever movie they were watching to have finishedand gone to advertisements). “Areyou awake?” Jiminasked but yet again, he didn’t respond. Rather, he wanted to relishin the moment for a second because he could just about believe it. Hewould have expected Jimin to push him off or at least lay him down onthe couch or something but instead he decided to twirl his fingersaround the black locks of hair as though it was the most naturalthing to do… He could barely believe it. He closed his eyes,planning on enjoying the feeling for a little while longer. He didn’texpect any more than this. This was enough. This was more thanenough. However, Jimin didn’t want to stop there it seemed as hecould soon feel the brunette leaning down and his heartbeat picked upin anticipation, though he wasn’t entirely sure what he wasanticipating. Then he felt something soft press against his templeand linger there. It soon clicked that Jimin was kissing him. He waskissing the side of his head. This is where Hoseok was sure his heartwas going to stop and he almost held his breath but Jimin didn’tlinger for long, soon sitting back up and also removing his hand fromHoseok’s hair. “Iwish we could do this every day...”Jiminwhispered with a sigh and Hoseok could no longer pretend.          “Jimin...”Hebegan, pushing himself off of the comfortable lap and turning to face the other man who was now staring at him with wide, scared looking eyes.          “You were awake?”Jimin gaped, hands coming upto cover his mouth in disbelief. “Ohmy god, I’m so sorry.” Hebegan to panic and Hoseok reached out to try and calm himdown.          “Jimin, no -.”          “I have to go.”Before his fingers could evenreach Jimin however, the younger man was bolting upright to a stand,brushing his hair back and looking around in a fluster, as though hewasn’t sure what to do with himself – which in all honesty, hedidn’t.          “Jimin, wait.”He said before the othercould walk off, effectively grabbing his attention. “Wait,sit down.” Jimin did justthat, a guilty look on his face that made Hoseok feel bad even thoughhe had nothing to feel bad about. This wasn’t a bad thing.          “Hoseok, I’mreally sorry. I thought you were asleep and I just. I don’t know.”Jimin couldn’t even look athim and Hoseok could only smile understandingly.          “It’s okay.”           “You’renot mad?” Hoseok shook hishead, unable to stop the little breathy chuckle that tumbled out fromhis lips.          “Why would I be?In fact, I’m… I’m actually happy.” Hesaid, rubbing the back of his neck. “Youjust did something I’ve wished I could do to you.” Fora second, Jimin looked surprised but that surprise soon melted downinto relief, and then there was soft grin on his face as his entirebody relaxed. The trust he already had in Hoseok telling him that this wasn’t a joke, Hoseok was being serious.          “Why didn’tyou?” Jimin asked, his voicewas quiet and near a whisper but yet loud enough for Hoseok to hear himloud and clear.          “I was worriedyou would reject me.” Heanswered honestly, unconsciously moving closer to Jimin, their kneestouching.          “So we’ve beenthinking the same thing this entire time?” Jiminhuffed, tilting his head and feeling rather silly as he buried his face in his hands with an embarrassed groan.          “I guess so.”Hoseok hummed with a nod ofhis head, the tips of his fingers brushing against the fabric of Jimin’strousers as his eyes looked down.          “We’rehopeless...” Jimin let his hands fall down onto his lap, somehow managing to both pout and smile at the same time.          “I guess we are… Neverthought I would agree with Yoongi.” Hoseokscoffed, thinking back to what Yoongi had said to him earlier thatday that he had primarily refuted.          “What?”          “Nothing,nevermind.” Hoseok shookhis head, just now realising that he hadn’t stopped smiling sinceJimin had sat back down.          “Sois it safe to assume our feelings our mutual?” Jiminasked hesitantly and Hoseok could only find it endearingly adorablethat even in this obvious situation, he was still nervouslyuncertain. Although, he could understand.          “Mostdefinitely.” He said, theirhands finding each other without looking, fingers naturallyintertwining on top of their laps. Jimin bit his lip as though he wastrying to suppress a smile – though it didn’t work.          “So can I kissyou again?”          “Also a most definitely...”Hoseok leaned forward, and sodid Jimin, their heads tilting. For a second they stayed there, as though they were waiting for the other to make that final move and Hoseok was more than happy to be the one to do it. With one hand holding Jimin’s and the other resting atop the younger man’s thigh, he pressed their lips together together and ifHoseok thought Jimin’s lips were soft when they were touching his head thenhe had no idea what soft felt like… The kiss was warm and more than hehad ever dreamed about (and he’d dreamt about it a lot). 

Everythinghe’d wanted to say for the past year, he poured into the kiss, andwhen Jimin’s hand came up to cup the side of his face, hecould say for certain thatthis was probably the happiest he had ever felt. Not even dancing couldcompare.

run era was iconic tbh

           “The usual.”

Every day Hoseok came to get the same coffee at the same time at thesame place after work, it was always the same yet he never grew boredof the routine. Mainly because despite the familiarity and evenrepetitive nature, there was one thing that even though never changed, Hoseok never wanted it to and it was enough to keep him coming back.           “Did I even need to ask?” The barista said with a gummysmile that Hoseok loved to see. “Why is it always a creamy latte?”His name was Yoongi and he was really the main reason Hoseok alwayscame here. The first time was merely because he was in a rush and hadgone to the first coffee shop he saw but when he saw the blonde manbehind the counter, it quickly became somewhere he frequented asoften as possible in the hopes of maybe one day having the courage toactually ask him out on a date. That day has yet to come but he canhope.            “You know, I do my best thinking over a cupof coffee… I have a latte on my mind.” Hoseok said, revelling inthe wince his pun wrought from the other man as he entered the orderinto the till.            “How have you not run out of thoseawful jokes yet?” He asked, shaking his head but still smilingnevertheless.            “So what do you think the baristasaid to his valentine?” Hoseok asked, watching as Yoongi turnedaround to grab the cup and other such things, a hesitant ‘what’following. “Words can not espresso my love for you.” Yoongi tooka moment to bury his face in his hands with a sigh but Hoseok couldstill quite clearly see his embarrassed grin. “Think you’ll everuse that one?”            “If I did, I think I would bestaying single.” Yoongi hummed, making the coffee.           “You need to find someone who appreciates a good pun.” Hoseoksaid, getting the change out of his pocket that was reservedespecially for these daily drinks.            “What, someonelike you?”            “Are you asking me out?” Hoseokteased, a crooked smile pulling at his cheeks and Yoongi seemedflustered, his next words coming out stuttered.           “What? No. Of course not. I’m...” He gulped, the tips of hisears going red and Hoseok couldn’t help the fond expression on hisface at the rattled behaviour, secretly pleased he’d pushed abutton. “Nevermind. I’m making you coffee.” Their attention wasboth snapped away when there was suddenly a loud outcry from thecorner of the room, a customer sat wearing a beanie and browntrousers fanning his mouth in a panic as he put his steaming mug downnext to his mac laptop.            “Ah, the hipster burnt histongue. He drank it before it was cool.” Hoseok said nonchalantlyand the look on Yoongi’s face was one that read ‘I’m tryingmy hardest to not slap you’.           “That was terrible.” He said with a scoff, placing theblack coffee on the counter for Hoseok to take and Hoseok gave him aknowing grin, passing him the exact change as he had the pricememorised by now. Yoongiturned around to get Hoseok’s coffee, finishing up the drink. “Thistakes longer to make but yet you still insist on getting it everytime.”           “I get to talk to youfor longer.” With Yoongi’s back to him, he couldn’t see theman’s face but he could tell from the tips of his ears and the wayhis shoulders hunched up a little that he was flustered.           “Are you alwayslike this?” The barista asked, his lips pursed as he turned around,placing the coffee on the counter for Hoseok to pick up.           “Only for you.”Hoseok winked, taking a sip of the drink and giving an approving nod.Yoongi yet again stumbled a little, scratching the back of his neckand clearing his throat.          “Find that hardto believe but enjoy your coffee.” He said, bowing his head alittle and crouching down to grab a cloth to wipe the surface with toprevent any staining, expecting Hoseok to walk away.           “You make mesound like some kind of flirt.”          “That’s kindof exactly what I’m saying.” Hoseok was a little taken aback,he’d never thought about it before. In all honesty he just enjoyedmaking Yoongi laugh so he could see that gummy smile or the way helooks at the ground when he’s embarrassed.           “Huh… Well,I’m not.” Hoseok frowned a little, “It’s just you.” Yoongilooked down at the till, lips pressed tightly together as he tappedthe screen and got his train of thought on track.          “Well... WellI’m...” As soon as helifted his head to nervously stutter out a reply, he saw someone walkinto the cafe and stand behind Hoseok, their eyes looking up at themenu on the wall behind Yoongi. “Ihave another customer.” Hesaid quickly, breathing a sigh of relief.           “Oh, okay.Sorry.” Hoseok lookedbehind him, picking his drink up and bowing his head to the manbehind him.

With a look backwards toward Yoongiwho was already asking the next customer what they wanted, Hosoekmade his way over to the free table at the front next to the window.As he drank his latte, he watched the people walking to and fromwherever they were headed but every now and then hiseyes drifted over to where Yoongi was making and serving drinks,intermittently cleaning up as he went along. He thought about how healways plans to ask Yoongi out every time he comes in but he chickensout and leans on just cracking jokes and completely avoiding it. Hehadn’t realised that gave off the impression that he’s just likethat, when in reality he only seems to find the confidence when he’saround Yoongi. Though he’s not sure how much of it is confidenceand how much of it is just his nervousness manifesting in humour inorder to not look like his heartbeat picked up everytime he talked tothe other man. He got lost inthought for a while, sipping his coffee and gazing in a daze, that isuntil a voice broke him out.

           “Still drinking?” Helooked up to see Yoongi, that same navy apron wrapped around hiswaist and a cloth in his hand as he wiped down the table next to his,in front of him.           “Actually Ifinished my drink quite a while ago.” Hoseoksaid, looking down at the empty mug, the remnants of coffee clingingand hiding the white.           “And you’restill here?” Yoongichuckled, tucking the chairs in.           “I was waitingfor you.” The baristapaused, the grip he had on the cloth tightening as he cleared histhroat.           “Really?” Hesaid, standing up and looking at Hoseok who was now lookingunfamiliarly nervous. It was a little out of character.             “Yeah, when doyou get off tonight?” Hoseokmade the decision then and there that he would stop chickening out.           “In like 15minutes, why?” MeanwhileYoongi was being sure not to misunderstand or get his hopes up,holding the cloth with both hands as he suddenly didn’t know whatto do with them and it was better than awkwardly flailing them by hissides.           “Do you maybewant to get a drink? Or something to eat?”            “What?Are you asking me out?” Yoongihowever couldn’t help but get his hopes up a little, so he had toclarify. There would be nothing worse than going on a date where onlyone of you thinks it’s a date.           “Yeah… It’llbe nice to have someone to ground me, you know?” Hoseoksaid with a wiggle of his eyebrows, picking his empty coffee mug upto drive the point home.           “Just when I wasthinking of saying yes.” Yoongihummed, taking the cup off of Hoseok with a playful glare.           “You love thesepuns really, they’re the highlight of your day.” Hoseokchuckled, cheeks turning into those little balls of happiness when hesmiled.           “Actuallythey’re rather flat.” Italmost hurt Yoongi to say it but then again, he always preferred tofight fire with fire.           “That was evenworse than mine.” This timeHoseok was the one shaking his head with a wince.           “Sowhere did you have in mind?” Yoongigrinned, leaning his weightmostly on his left leg, his hip jutting out slightly.           “Wherever youwant to go.” Yoongi pursedhis lips at the other man’s reply, the cogs turning his head.           “You know, thereis the place I’ve wanted to go but I’ve never had the chance.”He said, crossing his arms,the cloth dangling next to his waist, Hoseok’s empty cup in hisother hand.           “Yeah?”           “Yeah...”Yoongi didn’t say however,he figured he would just surprise Hoseok with it, give him a reasonto anticipate. “Wait heretill I finish and I’ll take us there?” Heshrugged, trying to look nonchalant even if deep down he himself wasrather excited that he hadn’t been misunderstanding Hoseok theentire time.           “Okay.” Hoseoksmiled, looking up at Yoongi who nodded at him, further confirmingtheir plans.           “Okay.” Yoongilifted up the cup, gesturing to the counter behind him. “I’lljust… Go finish up then.” Hesaid, stepping backwards as Hoseok waved at him until he finallyturned around and just about missed bumping into counter.           “I’ll behere.”

Sure enough, Hoseok was still sat atthe table when Yoongi came out no longer in uniform, wearing a greyhoodie instead with a black face mask under his chin. It was simplebut Hoseok had never seen him outside of the cafe before and therewas something that excited him a little about that...

Yoongi leaned backin his chair, cracking his neck with a yawn, as he stared at theharsh light of the computer screen in front of him. He glanced at thetime, noting that he’d been sat here for 5 hours straight, andsighed. He hadn’t realised it was now 2am, he had been so focusedon what he was doing he had completely forgotten time existed andtherefore had also completely neglected to eat and drink and everyother basic human need. He was working on a song, it was nearly donebut something was missing and he was racking his brain trying tofigure out what it was but never quite being able to put his fingeron it…

Maybe he did justneed a break. He could go to sleep and come back to it tomorrow. Thatsounded like a good idea, however just as he began to push his feetto roll the chair out of the desk there was a knock at the door. Witha confused pout, he spun around on the chair and called out thatwhoever it was could come in – his voice sounding a little scratchyand hoarse from not being used for an extensive period of time.

          “Hey,are you still working?” It was Hoseok, and Yoongi’s expressioninstantly softened.           “Was just about to wrap up.”He replied, gesturing to the shut down screen on the computer behindhim. Hoseok walked inside and pulled his hand out from behind hisback, a bowl with steam floating up with a delicious smell in hishands, chopsticks wedged inbetween his fingers.           “Youhaven’t eaten all day so I thought I’d bring you something.”The younger man smiled, walking closer to Yoongi. “It’s just someinstant ramen, I tried cooking but it didn’t end well.” Hechuckled and Yoongi just grinned at him, touched by Hoseok’sthought anyway.           “Thanks.” He said, taking thebowl and sighing happily at the warmth spreading over his cold hands.           “How’s it going?” Hoseok asked, brushing hisbrunette hair back as he sat down on the floor cross legged in frontof Yoongi, looking up at him.           “It’s going.”Yoongi shrugged, not realising how hungry he was until he had food inhis mouth, wherein he actually groaned in happiness as his tastebudsjumped in excitement.           “You should still make timeto eat.” Hoseok chuckled a little, watching Yoongi eat with a fondexpression. “It’s not good for you.”           “Iknow, I just forget. I don’t do it on purpose.” Yoongi explained,slurping up the flavoursome noodles like they were the last dropletsof water left on earth.           “You’d die without me.”Hoseok scoffed, smiling nevertheless.           “Very true.”Yoongi hummed, “Want some?” He offered, holding up the noddlesand Hoseok merely shook his head, proclaiming that Yoongi had to eatit all. “And if I don’t?”           “I won’t talk toyou for a week.”           “Ah… Peace.”          “Don’t be rude.” Hoseok glared playfully, knowing Yoongi wasjoking from both the fact that Yoongi was surprisingly the moreclingy one and the way that Yoongi leant down to plant a small kisson his lips that left a faint taste of the ramen behind. “Guess Iforgive you.”           “Can’t forgive someone if youwere never mad at them.” Yoongi grinned, crossing his legs andleaning back in the chair to get more comfortable. Hoseok simply madea quiet noise of agreement in the back of his throat, moving on thefloor so that he could cross his arms over Yoongi’s legs and resthis head atop them. He had to crane his neck up a little so that hecould still see the older man but it wasn’t too uncomfortable so hedidn’t mind. “You look ugly from this angle.”          “You’re too nice to me.” Yoongi chuckled, making sure to pickup some of the other ingredients in the bowl to eat, close tofinishing by now.           “Only cause I love you.”Hoseok gave him a cheesy grin, scrunching his nose up a little andYoongi could only shake his head at the sight with a doting smile ofhis own.           “I love you too...” He replied,finishing off the bowl and putting it on the desk with an awkwardreach around so as to not disturb Hoseok’s current position oflying on him. When he was facing forward again, he slouched over sothat they were face to face, hands hugged and squashed into hisstomach. “Can we go to bed now? I finished it all.”          “Just don’t leave the bowl in here for a week.” Hoseokquipped, flicking his finger out from underneath his left elbow topoke Yoongi’s thigh.           “I won’t.” He said,pressing a chaste kiss to Hoseok’s forehead as a signal for him toget up.           “Don’t steal all the covers tonighteither.” The younger added as he rose to a standing position withthe help of Yoongi’s knees to hold and push on to.          “I wouldn’t steal the covers if you didn’t roll away from me inthe middle of the night. I get cold.” Yoongi frowned, groaning alittle when he stood up himself, needing to stretch and crack a fewjoints from having being sat down for most of the day.          “Aww, someone needs a night time cuddle?” Hoseok teased,pouting his lips as he wrapped his arms around Yoongi’s waist tofurther push his point across – even though neither of them reallyminded the position anyway.           “Says the one hangsonto me like I’m a tree all day long. Forgive me for what wantingto return the favour at night.” Yoongi answered, rolling his eyeswith a faint grin, looking into Hoseok’s eyes that were only inchesaway from his own. “But yes, I suppose I do.”           “Dowhat?” Hoseok wiggled his eyebrows teasingly, wanting Yoongi to saythe words specifically, knowing full well that he’d be embarrassedby it.           “Hoseok.” The elder said with a frown,reluctant, but Hoseok only replied with a stubborn and high pitchedhum of dismissal. “Fine. Yes. Yes, I want night time cuddles.” Hegrumbled out and Hoseok tightened his hold on Yoongi’s waist sothat he could pick him up off the ground.           “Thatwasn’t so hard.” Hoseok sang, smile wide in victory as he gavethe other a squeezing hug, pressing a loud kiss to his cheek thatonly had Yoongi sighing.           “Please put me down...”

~~~Thenext day Yoongi found himself at their practice room, it wasn’t toolate (only 9pm) but as Hoseok hadn’t come home yet, he decided hewould go and see what he was doing. When he opened the door he wasmet with the picture of Hoseok lying in them middle of the woodenfloor, chest heaving with his heavy breaths and his skin holding aslight sheen of sweat. The music was still playing loudly, just asong with some beats and rhythm. He’d clearly been working hard onwhatever it was he had come here to work on. He couldn’t help theproud smile that blossomed on his face. How Yoongi was with his musicwas exactly how Hoseok was with his dance and it was this sharedsense of passion that had initially brought them together andsubsequently led them to stay together, no matter what.

          “Hey.”He called out, not too loudly, and Hoseok turn his head over to himwith a tired smile.           “Hey.”          “What’re you doing?” Yoongi asked, pulling the face mask he waswearing down and under his chin, shrugging his large and puffy blackcoat off, leaving it on the floor next to the door.          “Just freestyling. Don’t want to go too long without dancing.”The younger explained, sitting up and slowly catching his breath.          “It’s only been three days.” Yoongi deadpanned,walking over to the corner of the room to turn the music off whilethey were talking.           “Still.” Hoseok shrugged,getting up and stretching a little.           “You can take arest, you know?” The older man frowned, feeling a little worried athow much Hoseok was pushing himself at the moment. “You’ve beenworking really hard lately.” He added, leaning against the wall,eyes trailing over the other’s body as he walked over, pushing hishard back as he did.           “There’s stuff I wanna dothough.” Was the reply he received and it made him roll his eyeswith a light chuckle.           “That stuff isn’t goinganywhere. C’mon just give yourself a break.”           “Iwill if you do.” Hoseok bartered, sitting down with his backagainst the wall when he realised his legs were shaking too much tobe standing up for too long. A clear sign that Yoongi was right. Thenagain, he usually was.           “Okay then.” Hoseok wasn’texpecting that. He raised a brow in surprise, eyes shocked as Yoongisat next to him with a groan that normally would have made him laughand tease if he wasn’t feeling so tired.           “Youhate taking breaks.” He said, breath finally evening out, his heartrate also gradually getting back to normal.           “I hateseeing you over work yourself even more.” Their shoulders weretouching and Yoongi straightened his legs out in front of him,shrugging. “You should be proud of what you’ve done anyway.”His voice was quiet, and he looked at the Hoseok in the mirror beforeturning to look at the real one beside him with a soft smile. “I’mproud of you.”           “Yeah?” Hoseok returned the grinwith one as fond of his own, tilting his head to rest it on Yoongi’sshoulder with a content sigh.           “Well, I’m alwaysproud of you but yeah, I really am. All the hard work has paid off,now it’s time to bask in the glory and not worry about anythingelse for a bit.” Yoongi’s hand naturally found it’s way ontoHoseok’s thigh where his thumb began to stroke small circularpatterns atop the loose and grey fabric.           “Thatsounds nice.” The younger hummed, closing his eyes and Yoongi letout a breath of laughter through his nose.           “Doesn’tit just?”           “I’m proud of you too, by the way.”Hoseok said, his own hand having travelled downwards to hold ontoYoongi’s wrist, giving him an appreciative and supportive squeeze.          “I know.”           “Good.” With that, theyounger man nuzzled into Yoongi even more, his breathing slowing downeven more, a small little huff escaping his lips that had Yoongi yetagain rolling his eyes dotingly.           “If you’regoing to sleep, sleep in a bed.” He said, knowing full well fromexperience that Hoseok would be quick to complain that his back hurtfrom sleeping in this position.           “You’re morecomfortable.” Hoseok replied, his stubborness over winning both oftheir logic as Yoongi always found it difficult to say no to Hoseokas it was.           “Fine but I’m waking you up soon.”However, he gave them both a middle ground. Hoseok could have his napon Yoongi and Yoongi didn’t have to be moaned at for something thatwasn’t his fault.           “Okay.” With that, they bothfell into a comfortable silence, Yoongi crossing his arms and justrelaxing whilst Hoseok tried to drift off into a slumber. He lookedin the mirror in front of them and found himself smiling without eventhinking about it, the image of Hoseok leaning on him and lookingpeaceful and worry free making his chest swell in adoration. With ahappy grin, he leaned and turned his head around to place a secretivekiss on the top of Hoseok’s head.

They both knew thatthey were workaholics and if they were with anyone else, that personprobably wouldn’t understand how important that was to them but asthey have each other that was never a problem. They understood eachother on a wavelength completely separate to everyone else. The onlything they needed from each other was the support that they alreadygave each other unconditionally. Along with the odd crutch to lean onwhen they’ve pushed themselves too hard.

**not properly proof read yet so please excuse any errors**

i lov soft boyfriends

UsuallyJungkook was composed in public. He was professional to theappropriate degree so as to not look too serious – especially atevents like this.

Theywere promoting the new clothing line that they had released incollaboration with a big name branch, the set up was pretty similarto some of their fanmeets, except in the background were huge postersof them posing in the clothes, and there was a fairly spacious stagefor a few performances and talks that would take placeintermittently. Jungkook was good at this part of his job, talkingwith fans and promoting what they’d been working on – mainlybecause he loved it. He loved being able to see and talk to the fansso closely, it was a chance to thank them for their continuous loveand support.

However.Right now, he finding it hard to really concentrate as sat next tohim was a certain someone who was either oblivious to the effect hehad on Jungkook or he knew entirely and used it to his advantage. Satnext to him was Park Jimin. There was nothing especially specialabout the man today, he didn’t look much different than usual andthe clothes weren’t exactly revealing – he was just wearing someplain ripped jeans with an oversized blue sweater – but somehowJungkook felt a little riled up. They were getting to the end of agroup of fans, with the last girl now talking to Taehyung who thirdfrom the end, and with this small little break, Hoseok picked up themic and began to talk to the fans, teasing them and laughing.Jungkook however looked over at Jimin, and when Jimin felt his gazehe also turned and sent the younger man a soft smile. Jungkookimmediately returned it, leaning his cheek on his hand and speakingto Jimin with his eyes and the continuous stare had Jimin chucklingand turning away shyly – an act that tore a loud chorus of screamsfrom the crowd that Jungkook had almost forgot were there.

            “Don’tjust stare at me like that.” Jimin said abashedly, leaning over towhisper to Jungkook, “You’re too obvious sometimes.” Jungkookgrinned, knowing that it was okay to be a little obvious in timeslike this, after all fanservice was always welcome at these events.

Itwould have been fine if they just carried on like that for the restof the event but Jungkook’s began running away with him, thinkingabout how long it had been since he’d really been alone with Jimin.Then he made the jump from that to how long it had been since they’dbeen to really be alonetogether, and that was even longer. So after thinking about it, allJungkook could think about everytime he turned his head to look atJimin, was how just how much he wanted to touch him. He bit his lipand shook his head, trying to focus on where he was, even going asfar as to just stare blankly ahead at nothing. Though that didn’thelp much as his blanking out only got him kicked lightly under thetable by Jimin, causing him to look back over and he wished hedidn’t. Jimin’s sweater had fallen off his shoulder slightly,exposing the skin, and his hair was slightly ruffled from where hehad been laughing and messing around with it. The icing on the cakehowever were his lips, for some reason they were red and ever soslightly swollen – the way they sometimes looked after Jungkook hadbeen kissing him for way too long just because he could. He gulpedand looked down to see a lollipop in the older man’s hand, apresent he assumed, and knew that’s why his lips looked the waythey did.

            “Youokay?” Jimin asked, raising an eyebrow at him and Jungkook couldonly nod his head, lips pursed as he tried to look anywhere else.“Jungkook?” The younger man sighed, giving in and he gesturedwith his hand for Jimin to lean close enough for him to whisper andnot have anyone else head, hiding his mouth and Jimin’s ear withhis hand.             “It’s just… You look really hotright now and I’m kind of struggling trying not to touch you.” Hepulled back and could tell from the tips of Jimin’s ear that hischeek were heating up in a blush. Although, now he’d put the ideain Jimin’s head too so now that’s all Jimin could think about andas if to tell Jungkook he wanted the same thing, he moved his handunder the table to squeeze at Jungkook’s thigh. “That doesn’thelp.” Jungkook said, quickly glancing down at Jimin’s fingersthat were now pulling away.             “Well, now that’sthe only thing on my mind…” Jimin pouted, and Jungkook chuckled,leaning over yet again to whisper.             “One morehour…” His breath was warm as it fanned over Jimin’s ear, andhe tried his hardest not to shiver but he couldn’t help it, havingto gnaw at his bottom lip and push Jungkook away, pressing his handsagainst the man’s chest. The screams of the fans yet again poppedtheir bubble and made them realise they were in public, making theircheeks flush both in embarrassment and ever so slight arousal.

Jungkookhas never been to hell, nor does he plan on going any time soon, buthaving to sit there whilst that familiar coil tightened in the pit ofhis abdomen and being unable to do anything to relieve was probablyas close to hell as he hopes to get. The urge to just reach out andgrab Jimin by the shoulders, pin him down on the counter and do whathe so wants to do was infuriating but he kept it in control. Instead,he opted for the faint touch every now and then, be it a hand on on athigh or subtle touch of their fingertips. Any chance he got, he tookit…Which is why as soon as they were back at the dorm,all it took was one knowing look and they were both going toJungkook’s room for ‘an early night in’…           “Ah, finally…” Jungkook breathed, pushing Jimin up againstthe door as soon as it was shut, his hands gripping the man’s hipsas he attached his lips to the side of his neck.            “Impatient.” Jimin chuckled, his own hands splaying across thefabric covering Jungkook’s chest, his heart beat starting to speedup in excitement.             “Always.” They looked ateach other for a moment, smiles on their faces, before Jungkook waspulling Jimin to the bed, stepping backwards as Jimin started to grabat his shirt, pulling it up and off. The backs of Jungkook’s kneeshit the edge of the bed and he was soon lowering down, Jimin comingto lean over him and kissing him again fervently– as though he hadgone too long without water. His hands were place either side ofJungkook’s head as the younger’s hands began to roam underneathhis sweater, caressing his sides and bringing his knee up, pushing upinto Jimin’s crotch and applying some much needed pressure. With aheated breath, Jimin only momentarily leaned back to get his ownshirt off  before he began to leave open mouthed kisses along theexpanse of Jungkook’s neck and chest. He moved further and furtherdown, Jungkook’s fingers coming to tangle in his hair inanticipation.  Jimin made quick work of his belt buckle, yanking itoff and throwing it the floor, soon tugging down on Jungkook’strousers – anxious to get just them off already. Jungkook helped bylifting his hips off the bed slightly, allowing Jimin to strip himnaked and sucking a breath in through his teeth as the cold airrolled over his now exposed erection.

            “Fuck,Jimin…” He whispered, watching with a glazed gaze as Jiminpressed fluttering kisses on the inside of his thighs, settlinghimself between them. Jungkook bit his lip, trying to wait patientlyfor what he knew was coming but Jimin liked to tease. He liked tolick and nip at every piece of skin that wasn’t the one areaJungkook desperately wanted the touch. The older man sucked a hickeyon the smooth flesh, one last one, before he finally darted histongue out and licked a stripe up the length of Jungkook’s cock. Heflicked his tongue forward at the tip, digging it briefly into theslit and making Jungkook curse under his breath, his muscles tensingup. He used his elbow to keep his torso upright, wanting to watch asthe sight of Jimin’s plump lips hugging his cock never failed toturn him just that much more. Jimin slowly sank down, taking more andmore of Jungkook’s length in his mouth. When he slid back up, heswirled his tongue around the head, hollowing his cheeks and makingsure to let out small moans so that the vibrations made their way upJungkook’s spine, making his hands fist the sheets as he let outhis own small groans of pleasure.

Jiminmade sure to keep his pace slow at first, eager to wind Jungkook upuntil the younger man was tugging at his hair, wanting more. However,he slowly built it up, switching between bobbing his head up and downto sucking and teasing the head, and the combination was enough tohave Jungkook’s breath grow heavy. The sounds of pleasure comingfrom above him made Jimin only want to push it further, made him wantto see just how much he could get Jungkook to moan as the younger manwas notoriously quiet in bed. Something Jimin was rather embarrassedby due to the fact that he tended to be a lot louder. Whichis why the next time he sank back down, he went until his nose wasbarely touching the black wisps of hair and Jungkook’s dick wasnudging the back of throat. Jimin ensured he swallowed and moanedlouder, the sound travelling straight through Jungkook’s body –his toes curled in pleasure and the coil in the pit of stomach beganto start tightening. The feeling of Jimin’s throat constrictingaround him made his head swim, the obscene and wet sound onlyarousing him even more.            “Feels so good…” He breathed,trying to remember how to speak and spur the older man on with alittle praise (knowing just how much Jimin enjoyed being complimentedno matter what it was he was doing). He gasped when Jimin moaned hisapproval of the words, small puffs of breaths from Jimin’s noserolling across his skin. The wet and tight heat around his erectionwas almost too much but before it reached that point, Jimin waspulling away – the tears that started to gather at his eyes beinghis cue. Jungkook tightened the grip he had on Jimin’s hair,pulling him back a little to take a good look at his face, his eyeswere glassy and his lips were red, wet and swollen.            “Want me to keep going?”Jimin asked, his voice hoarse and his eyes narrowed in their lustyhaze.             “Yeah…”Jungkook managed to say even though his brain was starting toscramble – a sign that he likely wasn’t going to last much morelonger. Jimin smirked a little, pressing a chaste kiss to the base ofJungkook’s dick before he resumed his actions, sucking and bobbinghis head, using his hand to jerk what his mouth wasn’t working onuntil Jungkook’s moans were a little louder and his grip was alittle tighter.

Sureenough, it didn’t take long before Jungkook was grunting andreaching the edge of his climax, giving Jimin a quick warning just incase he wanted to pull off. Which he didn’t. Instead, the older manslightly sped up until he felt Jungkook involuntarily jerk his hipsup, his tastebuds being greeted by afamiliar taste as he swallowed the white liquid.

            “Shit,Jimin…” Jungkook could only swear, unable to think of any otherwords to appropriately describe the euphoria he felt as he rode outhis orgasm, throwing his head back with a deep and low sigh. When heopened his eyes again, he was met with the sight of Jimin wiping thecorner of his mouth with his thumb, subsequently sucking on it – asthough he wasn’t allowed to miss even a single drop.            “Good?” Jimin asked,climbing back up the bed to straddle Jungkook, his knees on the bedand next to Jungkook’s hips as he wrapped his arms around theyounger man’s neck.            “Very…” Jungkook praised with ahum, leaving appreciative kisses along Jimin’s neck. Jimin smiled,pleased with himself, before he rolled his hips forward a little witha soft and barely audible moan. He leaned forward, his lips faintlybrushing Jungkook’s ear, as  he guided the other’s hands down hisfront until they were pressing against his crotch.            “Return the favour?” Hewhispered, biting his bottom lip when Jungkook pressed his palmfirmly against Jimin’s clothed erection.            “Gladly…”

**this hasn’t been properly proof read yet**

im still getting used to writing smut TTTT i hope it was ok <3<3<3