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me in the museum, you in the wintergardens (chap. 1)

pairing(s): jungkook/namjoon, yoongi/jimin, /taehyung/jimin

summary: jimin is a filthy job-stealer, yoongi is tired of going to mcdonald's at two a.m., and jungkook can't get enough of the voice drifting down from the apartment upstairs.

word count: 1504

an: heyy here's the start of what I hope will be a great namkook adventure :') you can read it on ao3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/19088050/chapters/45348796 if that's more your style! There are also a pinterest board and a playlist over there!!

o - o - o - o - o

Jungkook doesn’t know what he’s expecting to see when he looks up from the case of overpriced macarons and heartbreakingly golden danishes, but every other scenario is blasted out of the way by the shit-eating grin plastered on his best friend’s face as he joyfully clacks a pair of tongs together.

“No way,” Jungkook manages.

“Yes way,” Jimin says--joyfully--and clacks the tongs together once more. Jungkook groans.

“Why didn’t you tell me you got the job?”

“I wanted it to be a surprise! They called me yesterday and told me to come in at six this morning--it was a bit of an ambush, honestly. Also, you’re holding up the line. The usual?”

Jungkook eyes the case again, contemplating if he should deviate just to spite Jimin, but the temptation of his favorite is too much and he finds himself nodding instead. Jimin swiftly grabs a chocolate croissant and slides it into a paper bag, moving toward the register.

“Don’t be upset, Kookie. I’m sure it was just my extra customer service experience and the fact that I was actually on time to my interview.” Jimin smirks. “Also, maybe the fact that I’m cuter.”

“Hey--!”

“Three eighty-seven, please.” Jimin takes his card as Jungkook sulks. “Kidding, by the way. You’re cute. You’re the cutest. Any bakery would be lucky to have such cute staff.”

“Yeah, sure, hyung.”

Jungkook is still frowning a little when Jimin hands him the bag. Amelie’s is the only bakery on this side of the city that makes decent croissants and he and Jimin are frequent customers, or, were, until Jungkook really, actually looked at his account balance and decided that he had to cut back his daily pain au chocolat intake. He had his trembling hopes set on scraping by with an employee discount but apparently Jimin beat him to it.

“What time do you get off?”

“Three,” Jimin replies. “Meet you at the park?”

“Sure,” Jungkook says. “But you better bring quiche or I’m sending your new boss those pictures, y’know, the ones where the only thing covering your bits is a dollop of--”

“How did you get those?!” Jimin shrills, cheeks approaching the color of the red velvet macarons on the counter.

“I dunno, hyung, how do birds fly? How is the sky blue?”

“Out. Get out of my house.” Jimin stomps back to the next customer in line and Jungkook can’t contain his grin.

“Quiche Lorraine, please!” Jungkook calls as he leaves the bakery. He thinks he sees Jimin throw him a (not very) discreet middle finger, face still blazing.

He bites into his chocolate croissant, late May sunshine whispering down onto his shoulders. It’s starting to smell like warm berries, even in the city, and some of the college students have just come home from school to spend the summer scooping ice cream. Heat waves dance off of busy streets and the residential areas are lush with drooping, leafy branches, the kind that make walking through them feel like living in a pop-up book.

Yep, Jungkook thinks as the chocolate melts the bitterness in his chest. Still good.

o - o - o - o - o - o - o

“So,” Yoongi begins while Jungkook digs into his hard-earned quiche Lorraine. “I have some good news and some bad news.”

“Bad first,” Jimin says through a mouthful of raspberry tart, just as Jungkook says the opposite. Yoongi looks between them and then pushes up his glasses.

“The bad news is that I’m moving to L.A.”

“What?!” Crumbs fly out of Jimin’s mouth, his explosion turning heads at the picnic benches nearby. “When?!”

“Two weeks.”

“Hyuuung...” Jimin instantly goes into pout mode, lower lip drooping. “That’s so soon!”

“Yeah, hyung, why didn’t you tell us?”

“Well.” Yoongi looks down, fiddles with the corner of their picnic blanket. “An old friend of mine got in contact with me and the whole thing was kind of time-sensitive, so...I just--you both know how hard I’ve been trying to get a place down there--”

“Of course, hyung,” Jimin says, suddenly mature, his eyes kind but smile a little lacking. He glances at Jungkook, quick, almost so Jungkook doesn’t catch it. “And we’re really happy for you. Aren’t we, Kookie?”

Jungkook nods despite the squeeze in his stomach.

“You’re gonna be amazing, hyung. Doing what you’re meant to do.”

He receives one of those rare eye-smiles from Yoongi, the kind that makes Yoongi’s mouth go all soft right along with Jungkook’s insides.

“Thanks, Kook.” Yoongi reaches for an orange macaron. “Now, since I’m moving out, I bet you can guess what the good news is.”

“A decrease in the number of DTPH?”

Yoongi scowls.

“What the fuck is DTPH?”

“Death threats per hour--ow!”

A lean hand smacks him at the back of the head and somewhere Jungkook can hear Jimin giggle.

“No,” Yoongi growls, “and it’s good news for you specifically, so you better shut up and be grateful.”

“For me?” Jungkook is interested now, still rubbing the back of his head.

“Oh my god,” Jimin says with a grin. “Yoongi-hyung’s moving out.”

“Yeah, so?” It’s Jungkook’s turn to pout, looking back and forth between his hyungs. He’s about to open his mouth to whine when he gets it.

“Oh,” he breathes, because Yoongi, the artistic genius that he is, likes to surround himself with other artistic geniuses, which means that he lives in a place that’s made for artistic geniuses, a place that Jungkook, for the life of him, has been pining after since his very first visit.

“My room at the Laurelton,” Yoongi confirms, “is going to be available. And since the apartment manager is in love with me, I have, ehh, maybe more than a little say in who gets to take my place.”

“Everyone is in love with you, hyung,” Jimin remarks, breezily, and Yoongi actually blushes. Jungkook ignores them.

“Wait, wait--so are you, like, offering it to me?”

“You’re still looking for a place, right, Kook?”

Of course Jungkook’s still looking for a place. He loves Jimin, and sometimes even loves living with Jimin, but after only four weeks of sharing space they’re both going a little crazy. And Yoongi’s not offering up just any apartment, no, this is an apartment with a waitlist that’s had Jungkook’s name on it for two years and counting.

“Yes.” Jungkook leans forward to grasp Yoongi’s forearm pleadingly. “Hyung, if you give me your room at the Laurelton, I will--uh...” Jungkook looks around for inspiration. “I’ll get you a lifetime supply of macarons. With Jimin-hyung’s discount.”

Yoongi scrunches his nose up.

“Who the hell needs a lifetime supply of macarons? I’m planning to die by caffeine, not by sugar.” He knocks Jungkook’s knee with his own. “I’ll try and get you the room, out of the goodness of my very pure and very massive heart. Provided that you don’t spread those pictures of Jiminie around--”

Jimin throws up his hands in disdain.

“Why do I even try keeping anything to myself anymore? What’s the point?”

“I won’t, hyung.” Jungkook locks eyes with Yoongi as Jimin grumbles into another tart. “You can count on me.”

“Good,” Yoongi says. He holds out his pinky. “Promise?”

“Promise,” Jungkook echoes, hooking his little finger around Yoongi’s and then stamping their thumbs together. “No blackmail nudes.”

“If you two are done negotiating my dignity, can I go? I was supposed to meet Taemin-hyung at the studio, like, ten minutes ago.”

Jungkook gets up and stretches while Yoongi collects the remaining pastries in a paper bag.

“Are you doing more choreo with him?”

Jimin nods at Yoongi’s question.

“Mhm. And it’s hard, so we’ve been practicing at practically every hour of the day.”

“Is that why you’ve been texting me at two a.m. to get McDonald’s? I’ve never been so underslept in my life.”

“Well, I’d stop texting you if you’d stop answering me.”

Their conversation blurs in Jungkook’s ears and he lets it, admiring the deep shade cast by a grove of trees by the street. He snaps a picture of it on his phone and one of the cottony clouds, too, filing it away in his ‘references’ folder. Oils for the trees and maybe watercolor for the sky, he thinks, picturing himself sitting by the window at Yoongi’s--no, his--apartment at the Laurelton. He’d start with the clouds first, taking reference from the photo only at the beginning before switching over completely to the view from his window. Then he’d sigh out onto the fire escape with his brush in hand and swim through the viscous liquid of the sky--

“Hey, Jungkookie.” Jimin is punching him in the shoulder, hair looking not too far off from the clouds in Jungkook’s head. “Leaving. See you at home.”

“Bye, hyung. Tell Taemin-ssi hi.”

“I will.”

Jimin hugs Yoongi and waves goodbye, leaving Yoongi and Jungkook watching his back as he heads off toward the bus stop.

“Need a buddy, Kook?”

“Sure.”

They start in the other direction, clouds melting down the napes of their necks.

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