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cosmic collision (1) | myg + jjk

A responsible weedman, Yoongi always tests out new marijuana strains before selling them to his customers. When his supplier offers him a new strain, Cosmic Collision, Yoongi is eager to try it. What he doesn't expect is the alien that comes with it.

↳ pairing: weedman!yoongi x alien!jungkook

↳ wc/date: 6.8k | april 2023

↳ warnings: marijuana | yoongi blacks out from being too high, but i promise nothing bad happens to him | jungkook is so precious you might not survive | yoongi is TRYING HIS BEST

↳ notes: welcome to this silly lil world of galactic mysteries 👽 i hope you enjoy the journey. pls keep your arms, hands, legs, feet, and head inside the spacecraft at all times

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“What’s this one called again?” As Namjoon speaks, a thick cloud of white smoke rushes out of his mouth.

Hoseok is quick with a response, answering before Yoongi has a chance. “DJ Short Flo,” he reads the piece of masking tape stuck to the top of the glass jar on their coffee table. The name is scribbled in blue Sharpie.

Namjoon repeats the name to himself in a low and scratchy tone. He clears his throat a few times more than is really necessary. “What the fuck’s that supposed to mean?”

Yoongi’s not sure the names of marijuana strains really need to mean anything, but he’s not part of the conversation. He’s too busy counting a rather fat wad of cash as he stands in the entryway of his apartment.

Suddenly, the chill vibes playlist Namjoon so artfully crafted for the group’s weekly Friday night smoke sesh pauses. He flashes a glare at Taehyung spread out on Yoongi’s bean bag as he passes the blunt off to Hoseok, who is now making grabby hands next to him on the couch.

“This is that nasty flow!” Taehyung belts the Drake lyrics prematurely, using his phone to switch from Namjoon’s playlist to the song that has seemingly popped into his head at the mention of Flo.

Hoseok’s eyes widen as he lifts the blunt to his lips. He takes a drag from it while his head leans over the back of the couch. “Hey, wasn’t that Yoongi’s rapper name in college? Or was it DJ Short Glow?”

“Top boy in this shit, I’m so international!”

Yoongi slams his foot into his dirty red Vans. He has to bend over slightly to hook his finger in the back of the shoe to pull it out from underneath his heel. Life would be much easier if he just untied his shoes and put them on correctly.

“It was Gloss.”

“Reps up is in here, got P Reign and Chubby and TJ and Winnie and whoa!” Taehyung’s voice cracks as he chokes out the lyrics, and smoke simultaneously puffs out of his nose and mouth.

“DJ Short Gloss?” Hoseok asks.

“Yeah, and you know how that should go!”

“Man, shut the fuck up.” Yoongi throws his middle finger up at whoever may be looking. “I’m not even short.” With his shoes on, Yoongi shrugs into a light windbreaker and stuffs the money into one of the pockets. He has to wiggle the pocket’s zipper a few times before it fully zips closed. “I’ma be back in probably two hours, okay?”

Hoseok and Taehyung are now belting an Ariana Grande song, so only Namjoon acknowledges Yoongi’s announcement. He throws his friend a thumbs up as smoke unfurls around the blunt squeezed between his lips.

“Have fun, bro. Tell Jin he better respond to my message on Discord. We got games to play.”

Yoongi gives the front door a sharp kick before he yanks it open. He reminds himself to figure out how to fix it from getting stuck constantly. The paint on the bottom corner is starting to crack from the number of toes that have jammed into it.

“Yeah, yeah. I got you, Joon.”

Seokjin is notoriously difficult to get ahold of. Yoongi can’t text him, which is understandable, even if using other apps like Discord to communicate is annoying. It always goes back to not wanting his real phone number associated with their conversations. Yoongi never feels like pointing out that a Discord account - like literally everything else - can be traced back to Seokjin’s phone. It’s a losing battle, and Yoongi isn’t the type to argue.

So he shoots WWHandsome#7451 a quick “omw” and drives the thirty minutes to Seokjin’s brother’s house. Or was it his cousin? Best friend? Yoongi can’t remember. All he knows is the guy is cute, and that is enough to make Yoongi not want to go to his house.

It’s a small house tucked away in the culs-de-sac of a modest but nice-looking suburb. Yoongi always feels dirty as he parks on the curb in his 2001 Honda Accord. The car has wires sticking out where the spoiler was once connected in the back (accidentally ripped off by Taehyung, who closed the trunk too hard). The metal below his front left headlight is dented and stitched together with black zip ties after Yoongi idiotically let Namjoon drive and his friend hit a mailbox.

The feeling of being out of place typically intensifies as Yoongi trudges up the walkway to the front door. He feels frumpy in his dad hat with a frayed bill, eccentrically-patterned pink button-up shirt over a white graphic tee, and forest-green joggers. He never cared about fashion; throwing on whatever’s clean is enough for him. But when Seokjin’s friend (Yoongi is now remembering they are just friends) flings the door open and lets his eyes roam over Yoongi’s frame, he wishes he’d at least ironed his shirt.

“Hello,” the man purs. He brushes blue-grey hair away from eyes that are sharp and heavy as he looks up at Yoongi through his bangs. Yoongi tries not to pay attention. “Jinnie’s in the basement.”

The basement is really just one giant gaming room with a spot off to the side dedicated to Seokjin’s rather impressive inventory of marijuana. He’s exceptionally organized, which Yoongi appreciates, with each glass jar and drawer stuffed with green buds neatly labeled. It makes the exchange quick and easy. Yoongi would prefer not to linger.

It’s not that Seokjin has ever done anything wrong. In all honesty, Yoongi can’t quite put a name to the feeling he gets in the elder’s presence. He just knows something about Seokjin makes him uneasy.

“Yoongi-ya, good to see you, my friend.” Seokjin’s hand clamps over Yoongi’s shoulder and his fingers dig into his clavicle.

“Good seeing you, too,” Yoongi mumbles. He shrugs off his backpack and holds it against his chest like a shield. However, it doesn’t protect him for long because Seokjin almost immediately pries it from Yoongi’s grasp. He watches as the older man tosses the empty bag onto the coffee table in front of a large TV, making the glass rattle.

“Sit.”

Yoongi plops onto the couch. Halo Infinite is paused on the TV. He knows nothing about video games, but he’s sure Namjoon would squeal over Seokjin’s setup. Yoongi makes a note to never tell him about it.

“Want your usual, right?” Seokjin asks though he’s obviously not in any rush to get Yoongi his supply when he settles beside him on the couch. He tilts his black bucket hat back, pulling the brim away from his eyes to expose dark eyebrows.

Seokjin wears clothes similar to Yoongi’s usual attire: comfortable graphic tees and joggers. He always manages to look better, though. Sleek and expensive, with logos of brands Yoongi doesn’t even know stitched into the fabric, all monochrome rather than the patterned clothing that makes Yoongi look like a rainbow threw up on him.

“Mhm,” Yoongi hums. “Chem Valley Kush, XJ-13, and DJ Short Flo sold really well.”

Seokjin’s eyes crinkle as he grins. In the dim lighting of the room, Yoongi swears his teeth look sharp. “XJ-13 put your ass in gear, didn’t it?”

This Yoongi has to smile at. “The most productive I’ve been in my life,” he laughs. “That tangerine aroma, too? Fuckin’ beautiful.”

Seokjin reaches for the clear glass bong atop the coffee table. He brings it to his lips, pausing momentarily to say, “It’s the Jack Herer in it.”

Yoongi watches the smoke furl through the intricately curled tubing. He’s always been more of a bowl kind of guy, but he doesn’t say no when Seokjin passes him the bong and a lime green lighter.

“I’ve got enough of all three, but try out this one.” Seokjin watches expectantly as Yoongi inhales and doesn’t continue talking until he blows a thick cloud toward the ceiling. “It’s called Cosmic Collision. Totally brand new strain, an experimental hybrid. Nobody’s got this on the street except me.”

“Cosmic Collision?” Yoongi runs his tongue across his teeth, then the inside of his cheeks, like he’s gathering the taste in his mouth. It’s fruity and went down so smooth it almost felt more like vaping or hookah than weed. “Tastes like cereal.”

“Good, right? Shit’ll take you somewhere otherworldly.”

Describing the strain as experimental and otherworldly is relatively accurate, Yoongi muses as he takes a few more hits from the bong. Each pull is smooth and surprisingly kind to his throat as he breathes it down. Weed like this is hard to come by on the streets. Most are harsh, perhaps from being doused in pesticides or growing in shoddy environments. Seokjin has never let Yoongi down, though. Everything he provides is always high quality, to the extent that Yoongi wonders if the man grows it himself or if he’s got the hookup with someone professional.

Before long, Yoongi sinks into the couch and forgets his promise of returning home after two hours. His phone buzzes in his pocket with text messages he can’t seem to find the desire to check. He doesn’t hear the notifications, only feels the vibration against his thigh. The sensation warms him to the point that the way his body tingles is a little embarrassing.

Something else buzzes in his ear, something he can hear as a muffled squeak that pulses against his eardrums. It’s rather annoying. Yoongi’s face twists into a slight grimace that quickly melts away when he feels something poke his cheek.

“Yoongi-ya!”

His head is almost too heavy to turn, but he manages. Seokjin’s image is blurry initially. It takes a few blinks for Yoongi to adjust, and only then does he realize his eyes have been closed for a good while.

“Hm?” Like his head, his tongue feels heavy to lift. His mouth tastes like Froot Loops. A small smile stretches his lips against his teeth. God, he’s so fucking high.

“Jimin and I need to leave; I’m sorry,” Seokjin gives him a sheepish look.

Yoongi blinks a few more times and wills his arms to lift up. He stretches his back with a groan. “Shit, sorry. Didn’t realize how long it’s been.”

His phone tells him it’s been nearly four hours since he arrived. His brain struggles to comprehend this new information, just like it struggles to accept that he has somehow migrated upstairs and is now sitting at the kitchen table with a glass of water in front of him. When the fuck had he moved?

Seokjin gives him a knowing smile. “Drink more water when you get home. And drive safely!”

Nodding his head, Yoongi slings his backpack over his shoulder and follows Seokjin to the front door. The bag is heavy with what Yoongi assumes is weed - the whole reason why he came to the house in the first place. But he has no recollection of Seokjin giving it to him.

“That’s some strong shit,” Yoongi mumbles mostly to himself as he says his final goodbyes.

There’s the knowing smile again, though Yoongi doesn’t know what Seokjin knows that he doesn’t know. “Like I said, otherworldly. Have a good night, my friend. I’ll see you around.”

As he returns to his car, Yoongi decides that Seokjin most definitely gives him the creeps. A twinge of guilt accompanies the thought because Yoongi knows Seokjin hasn’t actually done anything to deserve such judgment, but he can’t help it. Knowing that he completely blacked out for hours with the guy sends a shiver down Yoongi’s spine. Smoking has never affected him like that before.

The car ride home is frigid and quiet. Yoongi leans forward against the steering wheel, grasping it with both hands and straining his eyes to see into the dark. Driving while high is a skill Yoongi has perfected over many years of smoking, but tonight he finds himself struggling to stay focused. His eyes keep flicking up to check the rearview mirror. He knows this means he’s so high that paranoia starts kicking in. He usually cuts himself off before that point, but tonight got away from him. Checking for cops in the rearview mirror is one of those paranoid habits of his. At least the sense of self-preservation isn’t too ridiculous. Driving while under the influence of marijuana is illegal, after all.

To his horror, the next time he looks into the mirror, the empty street isn’t what greets him. Instead, Yoongi stares into two large, bright eyes.

There’s a motherfucking person in his backseat.

“What the fuck?!”

Yoongi stomps on the brakes. The abruptness violently lurches the guy forward, making him smack his face into the back of the passenger’s seat.

The guy groans loudly and cups his hand over his nose. “Owww.” When he meets Yoongi’s eyes through the rearview mirror again, they’re shiny and wet. “You hurt me.”

“Who the fuck are you?!”

It doesn’t matter that he’s stopped in the middle of the street. Yoongi puts the car into park and twists in his seat to see the person behind him better. Any feeling of intoxication has swiftly left his body. He doesn’t think he has sobered up so quickly in his entire life.

The guy appears to be a few years younger than Yoongi. His shaggy black hair falls into his eyes, though most of his face is obscured by the large hood of his mossy-green sweatshirt. Looking down, Yoongi sees that he’s in a pair of black basketball shorts that are inappropriate for the cool autumn weather. Tattoos of strange symbols litter his hands and creep up his arms, from what Yoongi can tell. The thought that his teeth look sharp like Seokjin’s do flashes in Yoongi’s mind, but he’s too freaked out to linger on that. Imagined sharp teeth are nothing compared to how the younger man’s eyes glow with a turquoise ring around his black irises.

Despite the fear those eyes strike in Yoongi’s body, he can’t help but admire how beautiful the man is. Something about him feels… otherworldly, Seokjin’s voice sounds in Yoongi’s head.

“My name is-”

Whatever the man says is lost to Yoongi. His supposed name is nothing Yoongi has ever heard before, sounding more like strange clicks and whistles instead of a real language.

Apparently sensing Yoongi’s confusion by his mouth hanging open, the man gives him a nervous smile. “You may call me Jungkook if that is easier for you to pronounce,” he whispers hardly loud enough for Yoongi to hear. “When I am in this realm, that is the name I go by. Elder Seokjin gave it to me.”

Realm? Elder?

Yoongi shakes his head while his palms press into his eyes. Maybe if he slowly counts backward from ten and focuses on his breathing, the marijuana-induced hallucination will disappear.

Silently, he mouths the numbers until he finishes his ten seconds of attempted meditation. To his chagrin, he opens his eyes to see the strange man sitting on the edge of the backseat with his hands clasped between his thighs. He watches Yoongi in earnest.

“I can tell that you are upset.” He speaks slowly as if he thinks Yoongi may not be able to understand him. “There was nothing else that I could do, sir. Elder Jimin and Elder Seokjin closed the portal when they left after they assumed I had returned home without them. But I was in the garden! I do not like the smell of marijuana. It hurts my head so badly. I needed to get fresh air until you left.”

The man waits rather impatiently for Yoongi to respond. He fidgets in his seat, though he keeps his eyes locked with Yoongi’s. His gaze is so intense that Yoongi has to look away.

It’s too much.

Before any more bullshit can spew from the guy’s mouth, Yoongi flings the door open, snatching the keys before slamming the door shut behind him. His hand shakes as he presses the button to lock the doors, leaving him standing outside and the younger man inside.

He looks up at Yoongi through the back window with confusion. Yoongi could swear that the turquoise rings around his eyes dim.

Turning his back to the car so he doesn’t have to look at the man anymore, Yoongi finally takes out his phone. It takes Namjoon three calls to pick up, but Yoongi can’t be mad; he’s just grateful his friend picked up at all.

“Yoong. It’s three-thirty in the morning. Hobi said you never came home.”

There was a reason why he called Namjoon instead of his roommate. Hoseok is such a heavy sleeper, Yoongi knows it would have been pointless to try.

“I need you to come get me. I don’t really know where I am, but there’s a guy in my car.”

Silence on the other end of the line makes Yoongi grow antsy. He lets out a loud huff, then another to indicate the sense of urgency he needs his friend to share with him.

“What?”

“I’m not kidding, man. There’s some random fucking dude in the backseat of my car.”

Yoongi takes a peek over his shoulder. The guy has crawled halfway into the front seats and is pushing the buttons on Yoongi’s radio. Probably fucking up all his saved stations. Yoongi lets out a hiss.

“Bro, you’re tweaking.”

“Fuck you, I’m serious.”

“Tweeeeeaking,” Namjoon drawls. There’s a giggle in the background, the soft deepness of the sound unmistakable.

“Give Taehyung the phone.”

For a few seconds, Yoongi only hears more giggling and some rustling. He tries to respect his friends’ privacy and not ask why they are still together so late at night.

Eventually, Taehyung murmurs a greeting. “Hey, boss man.”

“Come pick me up right now. This dude is refusing to get out of my car.”

“What if he hotwires it, and when you go back in the morning, it’s gone?” Taehyung raises a valid concern, but Yoongi isn’t in the right mind to think with common sense.

“Then it’s fucking gone! It’s a piece of shit car anyway!”

Taehyung gasps. “Don’t talk about Mary Jane like that!”

Yoongi pinches the bridge of his nose and squeezes his eyes shut. Maybe he is tweaking. The universe must agree since he turns around to see an empty car.

“Yoongi?” Taehyung’s voice is small and distant.

Yoongi holds his phone a few inches away from his ear and stares at his car in disbelief. He slowly approaches it, peering into the windows to inspect the backseat. There’s nothing.

“Uhh… nevermind. I’ll be fine. Make sure Joon drinks some water, okay?” He hangs up before Taehyung has the chance to question him further.

With trembling hands, Yoongi unlocks the car and slides behind the wheel. Another quick look around confirms that he’s again the only person in the car. How was it possible for the other guy to get out? Yoongi knows that he locked the doors when he got out. But perhaps he unlocked them from the inside, and the alarm didn’t go off? Yoongi can’t think straight, but he supposes it doesn’t matter. His car is empty.

It remains empty for the rest of the drive. Yoongi is on edge the entire time, but he has calmed down considerably by the time he parks on the street near his apartment.

However, Yoongi doesn’t feel true security until he’s in bed, after showering away the smell of weed and the tingling feeling of his skin. The marijuana is put away, although he hides Cosmic Collision in his closet. He doesn’t know why, but something tells him to keep the odd strain to himself for now.

With how droopy the weed made him and the stress of the ride home, Yoongi quickly falls asleep to his Pink Noise playlist and tries not to dream of turquoise-ringed eyes.

Yoongi loves autumn Saturday mornings. He loves snuggling into his blankets while the sun gently kisses his skin. He loves tilting his head to see red and gold leaves glowing in the sunlight outside his window. He loves knowing there’s nothing that needs to be done, that he has a day to slowly move through the kitchen in his pajamas with a cup of coffee and a blunt with nowhere he needs to be. He loves gentle days.

Today, he does not have the pleasure of enjoying a gentle day.

Rather than the sun waking him, it’s his roommate. Hoseok squeezes Yoongi’s shoulders a bit too tightly as he shakes the older man awake.

“Yoongi,” he whisper-yells. “Yoongi, you didn’t tell me you had someone over. He’s really fucking hot, I get it, but you have to tell me! I just walked out of my bedroom naked, which I should be able to do since it’s my apartment, and I knew you wouldn’t be up yet, and surprise! Some gorgeous man is sitting on the couch, eating my chocolate chip cookies, by the way, staring at my dick! Do you know how embarrassing that is?!”

With squinted eyes and a scrunched nose, Yoongi stares up at Hoseok. To be perfectly honest, all he heard was hot, naked, cookies, dick. Which… Is not what one expects to talk about before their eyes have even adjusted to the daylight.

“Wha-what, Hoba, what?” Yoongi forces himself into a sitting position.

Hoseok flaps his arms at his side and lets out an exasperated sigh. “Your hookup is still here. And he saw me naked. And he’s eating my food. That is what I’m trying to tell you.”

“My hookup?”

“Yes, fuck. He’s really sexy in an adorable kind of way. I was shocked. Not really your usual type, but an improvement, honestly,” Hoseok rambles.

Ignoring the subtle dig at his taste in men, Yoongi tries to focus on the meaning behind his roommate’s words. He is no stranger to casual sex but seldom brings people over out of respect for Hoseok. It’s a situation precisely like this that he tries to avoid.

“But I came home straight from Jin’s… Didn’t I?” Yoongi wracks his brain, desperately searching for some kind of missing link. “I swear on my life, Hoba. I swear on my life I went to Seokjin’s and came straight home. You can ask Joon and Tae. I called them after I left because-”

Hoseok leaps back as Yoongi rips the blankets off of his body. “Fuck!” He flies out of his bedroom, feet barely touching the ground.

He’s breathing hard when he bursts into the living room.

The man from the night before - Jungkook - is cuddled up on the couch. He’s wearing the same outfit, though his hood is lowered now. Yoongi can see just how disarmingly beautiful the man is without the fabric obstructing his view. His face is round with flawless skin that practically glows in the daylight. His bangs are sticking out in all directions, hair mused in what Yoongi assumes is bedhead. Yoongi can’t help but find him kind of adorable, especially when his cheeks are puffy from stuffing so many chocolate chip cookies in his mouth.

Except he shouldn’t be fucking real! Or in his apartment!

As Yoongi steps closer, he notices the turquoise rings around Jungkook’s irises. Fear that Yoongi can only describe as primal tickles the base of his spine. It’s impossible to stamp down, no matter how many deep breaths he takes.

“You.” He points an accusatory finger. “You.”

Not his most intelligent moment, but his brain doesn’t know how to function anymore. A cookie-covered smile makes Yoongi falter, but he does his best to maintain a stern expression.

“Good morning, Yoongi! Your apartment is kind of dirty, but it feels cozy. I like it.” Jungkook places the now empty container of cookies on the coffee table. The action draws Yoongi’s attention to the stack of other empty food containers, beer bottles, weed residue, and game controllers littering the table’s surface. Maybe he is dirty.

Nah, fuck that. This is not what’s important right now.

Yoongi shakes his head, his shaggy blonde hair falling into his eyes. “Why are you here? How did you get here?”

Hoseok makes an odd sound that Yoongi desperately tries to ignore. But then he feels the press of a warm hand against the nape of his neck, and he can’t brush him off from how tightly Hoseok is digging into his skin.

“Yoongi…” He sounds like he’s about to scold him.

Before he can start, Jungkook hops up from the couch. Both strangely-tattooed hands lift upward, about chest-high, and he twists them to hold his palms out.

“It is my fault, Mr. Hoseok.”

“Just Hobi.”

Jungkook nods. “I did not explain the situation well. Elder Jimin and Elder Seokjin told me never to speak to humans about this, but I don’t know what else to do. No one else from our team is here, and they must wait until the next cosmic collision for the portal to reopen.”

His voice trembles as he speaks, and Yoongi worries the guy is about to start crying. He tugs at the many hoops adorning his earlobe and rocks on the balls of his feet, much like children do to comfort themselves.

Maybe he’s a dick, but Yoongi would prefer not to deal with a stranger crying in the middle of his living room.

“Cosmic collision? Like the weed?” He understands all the individual words Jungkook uses, but none of them in how he has strung them together.

The man bites his lip. His teeth wiggle as they dig into the pink flesh. At night they had appeared sharp, but in the daylight, they are blunt and almost too big for his face.

“Not the weed,” he says without further explanation.

Hoseok’s grip on Yoongi’s neck tightens until he turns to look at him. Human? He mouths not so subtly.

Yoongi shakes his head. Nothing about any of this makes sense. With a sigh, he runs his hands down his face and grimaces at how oily his skin feels.

“Look,” he starts, furrowing his eyebrows in Jungkook’s direction. “I’m gonna take a shower. And then I’m gonna drink a cup of coffee. By that point, I expect you to have called Jin or Jimin, fuck, I don’t care who, to take you home. Okay?”

Jungkook opens his mouth, likely to protest, but Yoongi tuts his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Nope. I said what I said.”

“Yoongi-ya,” Hoseok protests on behalf of the bewildered man. He follows Yoongi back into his bedroom, awkwardly wringing his hands as he watches him look for clean clothes to wear. “He seems genuine…”

“Genuine?” Yoongi scoffs.

Hoseok shoots him a glare. “Yes.”

“Did you not hear him, Hoba? Humans? Cosmic collisions? Portals? Last night he said he goes by ‘Jungkook’ when he’s in this realm and made some weird ass clicking sounds like The Predator, like that was supposed to be his fucking name.”

“Okay… that is a bit strange… But I think you’re being harsh. Clearly, the guy is confused, and if he’s a friend of Jin, I think you should be nicer to him.”

“Jin gives me the creeps, too.”

“Yoongi!” Hoseok untangles his fingers to wave them around. “Just, just take your shower. I will get all of us coffee, and we will sort this out.”

They do not sort this out.

While Yoongi showered, Hoseok probed Jungkook a bit further. It was all more or less the same, though. Utter nonsense.

He discovered that Jungkook didn’t know what coffee was, didn’t seem to understand why Hoseok had initially been upset that he’d seen him naked because “nudity is the natural state of all humans,” and seemed shocked that Hoseok could “alter” his features - pointing at the deep orange he had recently dyed his hair. As if to explain his thought process about the hair observation, Hoseok watched with thinly-veiled horror as Jungkook’s hair turned a deep purple right before his eyes.

Needless to say, as Yoongi inches his way into the kitchen after a shower that should have been refreshing but only left him feeling cold, he does not expect to see Hoseok leaning across the kitchen table to stare unblinking at their odd guest. Their odd guest whose previously-dark hair is an icy blue.

“Umm?”

Hoseok lifts his eyes to Yoongi. They’re bright and full of wonder, so shiny Yoongi worries he might be on the verge of tears. Out of sadness or something else, he’s not sure.

“He’s magic.”

Jungkook giggles at Hoseok’s declaration. However, one look at Yoongi’s narrowed eyes makes him clap his hand over his mouth.

“Excuse me?”

“He can change his hair color. And his eyes! See, look. Show him, Jungkookie.”

Jungkookie? In the time it took Yoongi to shower, they’d gotten on nickname-level?

Pouring himself a cup of coffee, Yoongi forgets about his previous threat to kick Jungkook out. Instead, he sits at the table, lets the mug warm his hands, and tries to tell himself that the wave of heat burning down his body is from the coffee and not the intensity of Jungkook’s stare.

A stare that glows brighter the longer Yoongi looks at him until he watches the turquoise rings turn a deep pink. When Yoongi finally pulls his gaze from his eyes, he sees that Jungkook’s hair compliments his new eyes.

“What in the actual fuck?”

“I can change other parts of my body, too!” Jungkook beams. He shakes his head, and his hair returns to its original black. His eyes’ turquoise rings replace the pink. “It takes a lot of energy to change big things, like my facial structure. Hair and eyes are the easiest. I made myself taller when I first got to Earth, though. I like being tall.”

Yoongi slumps in his seat. If Hoseok wasn’t here witnessing this, he would assume that the weed Seokjin gave him was fucking with him harder than he could have imagined. But Hoseok is entirely sober and untainted by Cosmic Collision.

That means only one thing.

This shit is real. Whatever the fuck this is.

“Where were you before you came to Earth?” Hoseok is too willing to go along with this. But, on the other hand, Yoongi feels like everyone is playing a game he doesn’t know the rules to.

Jungkook’s nervous lip-biting returns, but he seems to push through his feelings. “Our planet is called Zephipra.” He shoots a quick look at Yoongi. “It is further into the universe than you humans have visited. Your scientists do not know about us.”

“So you’re an alien?” It comes out like a challenge without Yoongi meaning for it to. He feels a tiny bit bad when Jungkook deflates, closing in on himself as he draws his shoulders inward.

“We don’t like that term.”

Hoseok reaches an arm across the table. He flips his palm upward as though offering it to Jungkook to hold.

“What is a better term for you?” he asks softly, and Yoongi envies his roommate’s ability to be unconditionally kind.

It takes a few minutes of silence before Jungkook hesitantly squeezes Hoseok’s hand.

“I suppose extraterrestrial, but my people are called Zephi. That is also the language we speak.”

The gulp of coffee Yoongi takes is scalding. He should have waited for it to cool, knows this means his tastebuds and throat are burnt to shit and nothing will taste good for days. But he needs something to do as Jungkook rambles on about the history of aliens like this is all real.

Hoseok hums along, asking a few follow-up questions when something Jungkook says confuses him. Yoongi finds it all confusing, but he doesn’t say anything.

“So,” Hoseok claps his hands together and startles Yoongi out of his thoughts. “You said you’re stuck here until some kind of space phenomenon happens?”

Jungkook nods.

“And there’s absolutely no other way to get home?”

Another nod.

“Hmm…”

Yoongi accidentally catches Jungkook’s eyes once again. He knows his cheeks burn, but he doesn’t understand why. The heat only dissipates once Jungkook averts his gaze.

“How long does it take, usually?”

Jungkook draws the coffee Hoseok fixed for him closer. He peers down at the dark liquid and gives the light steam radiating off the surface a few sniffs. Yoongi doesn’t want to find how he scrunches his nose adorable, but he can’t stop the thoughts once they start.

“Hmm, usually a few weeks.” He looks at Yoongi again, and Yoongi really wishes he’d stop doing that. “Sometimes a month or two, right?”

Yoongi’s eyebrows shoot up into his bangs. “How would I know?”

“Well, how often do you purchase marijuana from Elder Seokjin?” When Yoongi doesn’t respond, Jungkook sighs. It’s the first time he looks genuinely upset. “I have never been here alone.”

By the time what Jungkook has said clicks in Yoongi’s head, he and Hoseok have migrated back to the living room. Yoongi scrambles after them as he pulls up Discord on his phone. No new messages from WWHandsome#7451.

Scrolling through their history, he finds that there is a pattern to how often Yoongi buys from him. Once he sorts through stoner memes and news articles about the legalization of marijuana at the federal level, he can see that each conversation about picking up a new order occurs around every four to five weeks. Yoongi rarely initiates the conversation; he doesn’t have to. Seokjin will let him know he has a new supply, and Yoongi suddenly realizes that, yeah, he’s almost out. He mentally joked with himself about how astute Seokjin is, that he must have some sort of supernatural sense to know when Yoongi is running low.

Now Yoongi wonders if there’s more to it than that.

“Are you not supposed to be here on your own?” Hoseok drapes a blanket around Jungkook’s shoulders and tucks him into the corner of the couch where the cushions are the comfiest. With Jungkook taken care of, he flops onto the couch beside him, leaving Yoongi room on the opposite end.

Although Yoongi considers himself to be a pretty reliable guy, Hoseok’s ability to take control of an emotionally-charged situation is Yoongi’s saving grace. Unfortunately, he’s not the best when it comes to emotional shit.

Jungkook tugs at his earrings once again. His other hand curls into a fist he repeatedly hits on the top of his thigh. It’s not hard or aggressive, but it’s distracting.

“No. I am an… intern? I believe that is the correct term. Only researchers are allowed on Earth alone. Interns must stay with their research mentor. Mine is Elder Seokjin.”

Hoseok lets out an understanding hum. He peeks at Yoongi out of the corner of his eye, but Yoongi doesn’t think he gives Hoseok much to go off of. Yoongi still has no idea what to think about all this; his brain won’t let him.

The three men are silent for what feels like forever. The air is full of tension, although Yoongi wonders if he’s the only one who notices it. Jungkook simply looks worried, his fist still thumping against his thigh and his fingers playing with his earrings. Hosoek is almost completely relaxed. Yoongi knows his roommate well enough to tell from how his shoulders sag, and that he’s reaching for the pre-rolls and lighter resting on the coffee table.

“Is this the 93 Boyz?”

Yoongi shakes his head, amazed that his friend can casually light up a joint as if this is just a normal day. “Chem Valley Kush.”

“Nice,” Hoseok speaks out of the corner of his mouth before inhaling as he brings the lighter to the tip of the joint.

Jungkook makes a small noise, perhaps a cough, when Hoseok exhales. His cute little nose wrinkles up, and Yoongi remembers that he doesn’t like the smell of weed.

“Want some, kiddo?” Hoseok hands the joint to Jungkook, who hesitantly pinches it between his fingers like a snake ready to lunge at him.

With furrowed eyebrows, he brings the joint to his lips and sucks in the smoke. Yoongi averts his eyes when Jungkook looks up at him through his lashes, cheeks pink and hollowed. There’s something about the guy that makes Yoongi’s skin crawl.

Despite his dislike of the smell of weed, Jungkook takes a few hits of the joint like a champ, only coughing once, and even then, the sound was dainty and soft.

Yoongi accepts the joint from Hoseok when Jungkook passes it over. He tries not to think about how Jungkook’s lips had just wrapped around the end of the joint, the same place Yoongi is about to put his lips. He keeps the hit quick and deep, passing it on to Hoseok before he’s barely inhaled fresh air to push the smoke further into his lungs.

Only after Hoseok starts the second round of the rotation does he say, “Well, you’ll just have to stay here until the collision or whatever happens.”

Yoongi’s heart drops into the pit of his stomach while a blinding smile blooms across Jungkook’s face. “Whoa, wait a second. Why can’t he go back to their house?”

“We can’t leave him alone!” Hoseok chastizes him as though this is the most obvious solution to their dilemma.

“Hoba, where is he going to sleep?”

“Your room.”

Yoongi scoffs. If it’s Hoseok’s bright idea, it should be him giving up his bedroom. “Then where am I sleeping?”

“The couch.” Hoseok shrugs and passes the joint to a still-hesitant Jungkook. “Or with him, if you’re gonna be a little bitch about the couch. Do you care, Jungkookie?”

Jungkook inhales too deeply and sputters a rough “No, of course not” in between coughs that sound painful.

There’s no way in fuck Yoongi’s going to sleep in the same bed as an alien. “Do ali- I mean, Zephi, even need to sleep?”

Smoke rushes out of Jungkook’s nostrils. The rigid set of his jaw makes him look older and more angular. The masculine aggression of it makes Yoongi’s stomach twist - which he ignores.

“Yes,” Jungkook hisses. “We are not freaks.”

“No one said you were, kiddo.” Hoseok lightly flicks Jungkook under the chin before shoving the joint in Yoongi’s face with a grimace. “You, behave.”

With that, Hoseok rises from the couch. He places his hands on his hips and looks between the two men. Yoongi hates when he gets like this, calculating. Usually, whatever that over-imaginative brain cooks up is never good for Yoongi.

“Is there anything at your house you need while you stay with us?” Hoseok asks with his head tilted to the side as he examines Jungkook.

The alien - Zephi - chews on his bottom lip. His cheeks are still pink, as are his eyes. Except this time, it’s from being high rather than being some supernatural oddity.

“They took all my things when they returned home,” Jungkook admits after a long pause. He stares at his hands in his lap, lacing and unlacing his fingers to the point that Yoongi wants to grab his wrists and force them to his sides. “I don’t require much, though. I do not want to be a bother.”

At that, he steals a shy glance at Yoongi. Yoongi feels heat spread over his cheeks, so he opts to look at Hoseok instead. Which is a mistake because his roommate is glowering at him.

“Jungkookie, no matter how much of a dick Yoongi is, I promise you are not a bother,” he speaks to Jungkook but keeps his eyes on Yoongi.

“I’mnotadick,” Yoongi grumbles. He folds his arms against his chest and stares at his reflection in the TV. It’s not a clear reflection, but it’s enough to tell that his hair is, rather unfortunately, sticking straight up on his head.

“Anyway, I’ll let you borrow some of my clothes. I tend to wear them baggy, so they should fit you fine. I have to go to work soon - I’m a hairstylist. Fucked up, working on the weekends, right? Ahh, but anyway, you can stay with Yoongi.”

Jungkook merely nods with bright, round eyes gazing up at Hoseok as though the man is divulging his most remarkable secrets.

“And if he’s mean to you, you can, I don’t know, shoot him with lasers out of your eyes or whatever scary things you’re capable of.”

“Oh, I would never do that,” Jungkook quickly disagrees, turning those beautiful eyes to Yoongi.

“You can do that?”

“Yes, but I promise I wouldn’t do that to you. I promise.”

Yoongi throws his head back against the couch and groans. His body starts to slip down the cushions, but he does nothing to stop himself from falling onto the floor.

“You cannot leave me with him, Hoba.”

“Oh, hush.” Hoseok swats the back of Yoongi’s head as he makes his way to his bedroom to get ready. “You’ll be besties in no time.”

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yoonlattesworld · 1 year

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Jealousy huh?

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You gasped as a tight smack landed on your ass which was raised high up in the air, a soft moan leaving your swollen lips his finger rubbed lazy circles over your clit causing him to chuckle darkly as he shoved two of his thick fingers inside your tight cunt without a warning. But the loud cry that left your lips was muffled because a dick was shoved in your mouth,also without a warning causing you to gag slightly while looking up at jungkook with teary eyes as yoongi spanked you once again.

"Fuck noona who would have thought you would be so good at this" jungkook groaned gripping your hair in a tight grip as you bobbed your head, all the while moaning because yoongi was still rubbing painfully slow circles over your swollen pussy. Yoongi chuckled with pride as he looked at jungkook with a cocky smirk "jealous much?" Jungkook scoffed shooting a smirk back at the older man mumbling "i can take her anytime i want hyung. You might wanna hold her on. Because after this, i won't be too sure-" a surprised moan left Jungkook's lips but you suddenly moaned loudly sending vibrations through his dick. The reason behind that was because a possessive hand gripped your ass, and yoongi thrusted in with one go. Slipping in your even tighter ass hole with a throaty groan.

Yoongi gritted his teeth, his pace becoming animalistic as he gripped your ass in a bruising grip while grunting out "tell him babygirl. Tell him who *thrust* do *thrust* you *thrust* belong *thrust* to" Jungkook's dick slipped from your mouth as your fell on the bed with a cry of yoongi's name leaving "you! Yoongi i belong to you!" Another cocky smirk was sent in Jungkook's way causing him to clench his jaw as he pumped his length watching as yoongi wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you flush against him. Your sweaty back meeting his equally sweaty chest. You looked at jungkook hazily as he walked towards you both. You moaned softly when he pressed his lips on yours holding your waist as yoongi continued thrusting in from behind.

An even more surprised cry left your lips when you felt another dick entering inside you. Jungkook moaned when your warm walls enveloped his dick completely. You didn't get a chance to recover because he started off with a high pace, thrusting in your pussy with his hand groping whatever skin he could reach, your breast, your ass, your waist. You felt yoongi's hand gripping your jaw and turning your head around so he could kiss you stupid. Your teeth amd tongue clashed together as you made out messily moaning against his lips because of the overwhelming pleasure you were feeling. Yoongi pinched your nipple, playing with the hardened bud and at the same time jungkook hit your g spot moaning against your ear "j-jungkook-!" You gasped as he thrusted in particularly hard grunting "that's not my name noona" "b-baby!" You whimpered as yoongi's hand slipped in between your bodies to rub your clit.

The pleasure was becoming almost painful and it seemed like both the men took notice because yoongi immediately slowed his pace mumbling "you okay babygirl?" You nodded whining when they both slowed down and cried out "m-move!" Jungkook grinned looking at yoongi while yoongi did the same. Both of them thrusting in hard at the same causing you to moan loudly as you came without a warning, your body going limp in there arms as they continued their movements almost ruthlessly. Everything about this seemed filthy. The sound of skin slapping, the smell of sex in the room, the sight of you crushed in between two devilishly handsome men who were using you like a sex toy. You even lost count of many times you came tonight because even with your legs shaking with your previous orgasm, you felt your climax approaching once again. Rapidly.

"Gonna cum again noona?" Jungkook mumbled, his actions getting sloppier as yoongi chuckled darkly "my little slut. Letting us use you like a fucking sex doll. Is that what you are?" You whimpered holding his arm as incoherent words left your lips, feeling jungkook kissing your lips and you tried to kiss him back "y-yoongi jungkook-" you moaned as your high washed over you once again, edging them closer to their own as yoongi came inside you biting your skin to muffle his moans and growls while Jungkook's mouth hanged open, his head falling back as he came hard in the condom. Now the only thing which could be heard was the sound of heavy breathing and pants as you went completely limp in yoongi's arms.

Jungkook pulled out of you slowly, wincing softly and tied a knot on the filled condom before throwing it in the bin. He watched as yoongi pulled out of you slowly making sure to be extra gentle as he took you in his arms amd carried you to bed. It seemed like he had taken 360 degree turn as he kissed your sweaty forehead before looking at Jungkook who immediately looked away but he was a little late as yoongi already caught him staring. Jungkook looked at you one last time, taking a picture of how ethereal you looked in the post orgasm glow before looking at yoongi with an emotion he hasn't felt in a long time.

It seemed like yoongi was right as he stared at jungkook with a protective glint in his eyes and covered your body with the duvet. Because at that time, he couldn't think about anything other yoongi getting to see you like this every day.

Jealousy is a bitch. Jungkook grinned wearing his pants and taking his shirt before walking out of the room.

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lilprincegoo · 10 months

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talk nerdy to me by notyoongs

yoongi/jungkook

Alternate Universe - College/University, Nerd Min Yoongi, Jock Jeon Jungkook, Hockey Player Jeon Jungkook, Falling In Love, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Mild enemies to lovers, they just get off on the wrong foot, Misunderstandings, Friends to Lovers, Opposites Attract, Getting Together, Hurt/Comfort, Minor Injuries

24.4k words

rating: M

“you might not get how much i like studying, but i don’t understand how you can like working out so much. why would you want to sweat that much when you could just… not?” “working out gives you endorphins,” says jeongguk. “besides, it’s not just about working out. the end result is that i’m better at hockey. if you put in good studying, you’ll perform well on the exam. and if i put in good workout and practice time, i’ll perform well in a game. i guess it’s not that different when you think about it.” yoongi snorts. “so studying is just working out for your brain?” (or: yoongi is a nerd. jeongguk is a jock. they meet in the middle.)

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bangtaninborderland · 6 months

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TGM QUESTION

a few weeks ago you all voted that the next chapter be in Jungkooks pov (currently at 4k words) so my question is, when he is with yoongi and jin would you prefer him to be….

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babybearcookie · 1 year

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Movie Night

this was requested

this is an age regression drabble; if you don't like that, don't read it. age regression is a sfw coping mechanism, so i reserve the right to block anyone i think would sexualise it word count: 1,8k !!! this work contains spoilers for the movie Ron's Gone Wrong !!!

“WHAT?!” Jungkook shouted in disbelief, making poor, sensitive Yoongi cover his ears and whimper a bit in surprise over the loud sound coming from the other. Yoongi and Jungkook had gotten into a rhythm of hanging out on the weekend, sometimes regressing together if they had a lot of stress coming on. The two were best friends; they met at the tattoo studio where Yoongi worked as a piercer and manager of the place. He'd seen Jungkook come in multiple times, his friend Taehyung, one of the tattoo artists in the studio, having promised the boy tattoos at a lower rate, and since it looked like the younger was going for having his entire body covered at some point, he gladly took his friend up on that offer. Yoongi’s first real interaction with the boy was when he was coming in for an eyebrow piercing. They got to talking and the talking just never stopped. Even if they didn’t have a lot of things in common, they held a lot of similar values and a huge love for music, though Yoongi showed love for it by making it and Jungkook, by moving his body to it. The more they started hanging out together, the more protective Yoongi felt towards Jungkook, regarding him almost as a little brother, which is why Jungkook found it so funny that when they both regressed together for the first time; Yoongi was the younger in age.

Jungkook loved being a big sibling to Yoongi when they both were regressed and even when it was only Yoongi who had slipped, he loved guiding the ‘younger’ to new and exciting things, like games, food and especially movies, which is why he was astounded that he hadn’t shown his best friend his all-time favourite movie yet. He immediately went to work on building a pillow fort, which he usually did when he and Yoongi wanted to watch some movies, as the smaller was very prone to sensory overload and therefore couldn’t focus much on a movie if he wasn’t comfortable. It was no sweat for Jungkook; he always loved spoiling his little sibling and wanted to show that he would do whatever Yoongi needed to be comfortable.

Having made a pillow fort many, many times before, Jungkook was quick to get one set up, having half a mind to keep watch on Yoongi. It wasn’t that Yoongi was that younger than him, Jungkook being around 8 and Yoongi being about 4, but he couldn’t help but feel nervous if the other wasn’t in his field of vision, being the one responsible for him. But Yoongi stayed put where Jungkook had left him, enamoured by how Jungkook was ensuring everything was up to standard for Yoongi. Back in his mind, the adult version of him found it amusing that his best friend was going through all that trouble to not have an overstimulating environment for the movie night just after yelling in his face, overstimulating him. That was of course not something regressed Jungkook had thought about, and not something Yoongi was hung up about, having slipped into somewhat of a trance, watching Jungkook roam around, getting all the necessary things. It helped with regulating the stimulus.

Jungkook, now very gentle, brought Yoongi over to the finished pillow fort and sat him down in the spot that would be most comfortable. “Okay, Yoonie, this is my faaaavourite movie and I really really think you’ll like it. Do you want some snacks for the movie?” he asked as Yoongi got situated. Yoongi, fumbling with his fingers, looked up a Jungkook, who was still standing, ready to fulfil every request that might be coming from the one sitting. Yoongi mumbled out; “fishies, hyungie?” not feeling particularly verbal that day but still above writing out what he wished to say. Jungkook nodded with a wide smile on his face, sprinting off to get the ‘fishies’ aka the goldfish crackers. He was just happy that Yoongi was in a salty mood instead of something sweet because that would have meant using like 15 minutes on washing and cutting up fruit for the smaller.

Yoongi got himself situated; ears perked as heard the sound of the goldfish crackers being poured into a bowl. He looked around him, suddenly very aware that his stuffed teddy wasn’t in his line of sight. He whimpered, and as if Jungkook had super hearing, he sprinted into the living room and crouched down in front of Yoongi. “Why is Yoonie baby sad?” he pet his friend’s hair, trying his best to comfort him. “Bear!” Yoongi cried out, getting more distressed the longer he was without his stuffed teddy bear. Jungkook whipped his head around, scanning the room to find the plushie, finally spotting a little tuft of brown fur sticking out from underneath the couch. It seemed, that in his hurry to build the pillow fort, he might have pushed the bear out of the way and under the sofa. He quickly got it, dusted it off and handed it over to Yoongi, who immediately hugged it and nuzzled his face into its soft fur. Jungkook let out a sigh of relief. He could see that Yoongi was close to tears, and if Yoongi had cried, Jungkook would have cried, and he didn’t like crying when he was the bigger kid.

After getting everything set up and making sure Yoongi was feeling comfortable beside him, Jungkook finally put on the movie, jumping a little where he sat in excitement for his favourite movie. He had seen the movie a million times before, almost to the point where he could recite the entire script by heart along the movie, so while watching the movie, he was also watching Yoongi for reactions to the movie, excited to see if his baby brother also found it as good as he did.

Though, when Ron got introduced to the viewers as well as to Barney Yoongi didn’t like it one bit, hiding himself a bit behind Jungkook, away from the TV screen. Jungkook frowned and hesitated, reaching out for the remote to stop the movie, not liking Yoongi’s facial expressions one bit, but let a sigh out of relief when Yoongi lit up at Ron doing the ‘dikky dikky dakka’ dance not long after, and leaned back, bringing his arm around Yoongi to bring him closer into his body, knowing that it wouldn’t be the last time Yoongi would find the movie a bit scary. Actually, he tried his best to comfort Yoongi, but then came the scene with the bullies at the playground and he couldn’t help but get excited, though, he did his best to hide it as Yoongi definitely didn’t like the scene.

When they came to the scene of the B Bot being crushed, Yoongi whimpered and hid his face in Jungkook’s chest. Jungkook held him close and after the scene was over, he pressed pause, deciding to give Yoongi a little breather. He did not like the scene himself when he watched the movie for the first time, and that was even when he was feeling big, so he did his best to comfort Yoongi, holding him tight. “Do you wanna stop watching, Yoonie?” he almost whispered and, it took a beat, but Yoongi shook his head the best he could while being burrowed in Jungkook’s chest. Jungkook smiled and patted Yoongi’s head to let him know that he was heard, well, felt.

“Yoonie, can Jungkookie get up? I won’t be long, I promise.” Yoongi let go but not after holding onto the mentally older for a second. Jungkook made sure Yoongi had his teddy and then hurried off to the kitchen, struggling to get on the counter for a second to get to the top cabinets where older Jungkook and Yoongi had put the best snacks, to not make them as tempting for them when they were regressed, but younger Jungkook thought that it was time to bring some of them out. As he opened the cabinet, he was overwhelmed with the scent of all the goodies tucked away, but he reminded himself of having some self-control and not bringing all of them into the living room. His eyes landed on the Honey Butter Chips. He knew that big Jungkook would want to scold his regressed self for taking them, but he reminded himself that it was for Yoongi, even though, even in his younger headspace, he knew that they were expensive compared to other chips.

When he brought them into the living room, Yoongi caught a glimpse of the bag, eyes widening. He waited very patiently (not at all) for Jungkook to sit down and open the bag and immediately dug into the deliciousness that was the honey butter chips. Jungkook started the movie again, happy to see Yoongi content and munching away on the chips, almost not taking any himself, despite the love he had for the snack. Yoongi gave a few very cute reactions throughout the movie as they continued, such as patting Jungkook and saying “frien’ reqwest!” as he had seen Ron do in the movie, which got a giggle from Jungkook, not that Yoongi saw, as he was moving on, doing the same to his teddy, although patting softer than he had Jungkook. Jungkook couldn’t help but coo at Yoongi when he pouted at the scene where Ron uploaded himself. When they were done with the movie, Yoongi was having a hard time keeping his eyes open, bringing Jungkook to help him up and hold his hand as they walked to Yoongi’s bedroom to get him into bed. Jungkook tried his best to tuck Yoongi in but before he could turn to leave, thinking that Yoongi had fallen asleep, the mentally younger tugged on his shirt sleeve. “What is it, Yoonie?” Jungkook asked. “Dark,” was all that Yoongi muttered to him. Jungkook went over to the corner of the room to plug in the little warm light that Yoongi would use as a night light when he needed it, only to be met with a whine and Yoongi pointing his finger downwards. Jungkook happily took the plug to the light out of the socket as he understood what Yoongi was hinting at, plugging it back in, in the socket beside Yoongi’s bed, pushing the light underneath the bed, mimicking the movie they’d just seen. When he was sure everything was good with the light, he crawled back up, giving Yoongi a big, sloppy kiss on his forehead and took his leave.

When he got outside the door, he looked around the living room at the mess they had made of it, deciding that he was definitely too small for that, and it was a problem for big Yoongi and Jungkook the next day when they woke up, and then promptly turned to his bedroom to call it a night also.

a/n: sorry for it taking so long for me to finally having this written, and for writing all the other requests collecting dust in my inbox, but i'll try my quickest to get to them. also, if you haven't tried Honey Butter Chips, i REALLY recommend them. they might be a bit expensive but they're so good

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biaswreckmepls · 1 month

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Fan-Chosen BTS fics #3 - March 2024 - Day 6

bright mistletoe up above us (it's just you and me)

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28292883

Author: twomblying

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Relationships: Park Jimin/Kim Taehyung, side Jeon Jungkook/Min Yoongi

Status: Completed

Chapters: 1/1 (9579 words)

Tags: Office AU, Christmas AU

Summary:

The thing is, Yoongi didn’t even want to go to the party. That’s the thing that Taehyung will keep coming back to, when it’s all said and done and he’s nearly falling off a chair, barefoot, mistletoe dangling infuriatingly over his head.

OR,

Taehyung hatches a plan to get Yoongi and Jungkook together at their office holiday party and, of course, it absolutely does not go according to plan, because of Park Jimin.

OR,

Yoongi and Taehyung are both gay disasters who have a lot of awkward conversations in kitchens.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28292883

#bts fic rec #bangtan fic rec #fan chosen bts fics #fan chosen bts fics 3 #vmin #vmin fic rec #bright mistletoe up above us (it's just you and me)#twomblying #office au #christmas au #5k-10k #side yoonkook #again this is just fun and fluff and also a little crack maybe

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moccahobi · 4 months

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Tangled Mess Masterlist

Summary: Hoseok has a gift. He can see the red strings that tie soulmates together. All his life he’s seen them and has seen the ways just about everyone seems to disregard them. Jaded to the prospect of finding his soulmate and confused by the idea of romance and soulmates, he is lost for what to do when he meets his own soulmate in the most inopportune ways. Yoongi has a skill: emotional repression. He knows what he wants in life but feels unable to do anything to get many of those goals. Isolated and frustrated, he feels like he is trapped in his room, triaging his life. The two watch from the sidelines, rooted in place and unable to do anything to bring them closer to love and connection.

Pairings: Hoseok x GN Reader, Yoongi x Jungkook

Genre: Soulmate AU, Grad School AU, Young Professional AU, Angst, Fluff

Series Warnings: A breakup

Planned Schedule: Wednesdays

Masterlist last updated: 2/4/2024

A/N: I may get behind on updating links, but all the fics and the masterlist will have the tag "series: tangled mess" if the links aren't updated~

Part 1: The Meeting

Part 2: Game Night 1

Part 3: Tight Elastic

Part 4: Something's Cooking

Part 5: Solitare

Part 6: Game Night 2

Part 7: Coffee and Conversations

Part 8: Sheep Farm

Part 9: Together

Part 10: Our Place

Part 11: To-Go Food

Part 12: Changes

Part 13: Other's Secrets

Part 14:

#bts fanfic #bts soulmate au #bts mxr #bts hoseok #bts jhope #hoseok x reader #jhope x reader #bts supernatural au #bts masterlist #bts fluff #bts angst #yoonkook au #bts jungkook #bts yoongi #bts suga #series: tangled mess

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 2 years

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not allowed, interlude | 20220615

drabble: ‘not allowed’ series; fluff pairing(s): est. poly relationship yoongi x reader x jungkook

You can't plan everything in life, but there are some things, surely, that stay consistent - people that will always help face what comes. That's what you are to Min Yoongi and Jeon Jungkook.

“Are you afraid?”

He smiled wryly. “I feel like I should be.”

You smiled back.

“But it’s hard to be when I see you.”

“Why’s that?” you asked him, tilting your head.

He did that thing with his expression, the playful narrowing of his eyes and the spark to his smile, the thing that was so subtle and yet so very him. For a moment, it was quiet, staring into those dark brown orbs and him into yours, a sudden reflection of all the time between you and him, all the different personas you had seen grow and change, SUGA of BTS, Agust D, Min Yoongi. He used to say he was envious of you for living a ‘normal’ life, but you reminded him that sometimes you had to hide in bushes or pretend you were HYBE staff, acting like a criminal undercover is not very normal, Yoongi, to which he responded with an annoyed squint, but that was life. There were all these normal things and then there were the abnormal, unique things that made each person an individual.

Yoongi happened to have a lot of abnormal, unique things that made him a very strong individual.

“I don’t think I’ve ever met someone so ready to do so many reckless things,” he chuckled.

You waved a finger. “That’s not true. You’ve met Jeon Jungkook.”

He laughed then, a familiar, lovely sound.

Time had moved fast and slow all at once. It felt as if you had only just met Yoongi and simultaneously known him all your life, so ingrained in your lifeline that it was hard to imagine not knowing him.

“You are the perfect companion to have a journey with,” he said softly.

You could see he meant it, and it was strange, the sheepishness you felt and slight awkwardness, all of it mirrored in his expression as well, because neither of you were very good at that kind of talk, maybe after a few drinks or over text or in the middle of the night when the edges of the world seemed a little hazy, during the darkest time right before the dawn where all possibilities were born. Most of the time you and him relied on gaze, on simply reading him and him reading you.

But sometimes.

Sometimes you needed to say it, because that made it all the more real.

“I’m been on this journey with you for a long time,” you said to him. “Would be a real shame if I chickened out now when we were just getting to another very good part.”

“Aren’t you mad at me for packing my schedule now?” he joked, tapping his glass.

“Not at all. Your English sucks,” you teased, even though secretly you thought his pronunciation was very impressive… and attractive. How could someone who claimed to not know English very well annunciate so beautifully? Surely, suspicious.

Surely, not allowed.

“Besides,” you exhaled, pouring him a little more despite his raised eyebrows. “I think it’s good. It reminds me of back then, when you worked so hard to be seen and now you’re working hard to see yourself. That’s important and I never want you to feel like you are being held down by me.” You nodded to yourself, thinking deeply about it. “Even I, too… there are many things I’m interested in, although not nearly as cool as your things.”

“You could join Pilates with me.”

“That’s true, your ass is definitely pop like trouble,” you replied. Respectfully.

“On second thought, I practice in the HYBE building, I don’t think we can.”

“Ah, that’s too bad.”

A silence like a comforting melody. You watched him and he noticed mid-sip, looking back.

“You guys are so cool. I’m glad to know you and the rest of the members.”

The edges of his jaw were getting flushed. You wondered if it was the alcohol or the flash of embarrassment. Stop that, those eyes said. You read him easily. There was magic in that, not being able to hide from each other, handing him the proverbial pen to write your story and him handing it back, an adventure among ink, a book in memories.

You grinned at Min Yoongi.

“Books are always more fun when there are twists and turns in different parts.”

“How many mattresses is too many mattresses?”

“One more than your heart desires.”

He grinned, the flash of white teeth and amusement etched around his bright eyes, the mole underneath his lower lip peeking out to play. “The hyungs say you’re a bad influence on me, noona. You always tell me to do whatever I want.”

You snickered. “Good thing you’re the idol, because I would probably drive HYBE bonkers.”

Jeon Jungkook tilted his head at you, playful and with all the mischief of the Golden Maknae. Shirtless and laying on his stomach, looking up at you curiously. There was a time where you thought he was very different from you, but lately you had been feeling it was the opposite, that actually there were all these qualities that you shared, consciously or unconsciously, and it was a desired problem to have, loving Jeon Jungkook too much.

“Why do you say that?” he questioned.

“Well, firstly I don’t think the company would enjoy my excessive swearing–”

Jungkook laughed. “We can edit that out!”

“Secondly, I don’t think HYBE would enjoy all the sneaky, half-nakey pictures I would want to take of you.”

His round, big peepers went wide. “You would do what?” he gasped dramatically, acting as if he couldn’t believe it even though you were pretty sure there was a very interested sparkle dancing behind those shaking dark brown irises

You waved a hand, playing along. “I’m just saying I could take some very artful photos for your IG, that’s all. We don’t have to expose any bits.” You bounced your eyebrows. “You seem to want to do that on your own.”

“I told you, that was an accident!”

You placed your hands together in mock prayer and looked up to the ceiling. “Thank you for your hard work, button-nim.”

Jungkook shoved you lightheartedly and you laughed, rolling about in a ball for a moment. This. It was these moments, this time in a bottle, not the same as the years with Yoongi, but just as meaningful. A different kind of depth, a breathlessness that you savored, tipping your head and finding his lips, stopping time with softness and a hint of silver ring, and you realized that you, too, had changed, somehow an impossible to a possible, somehow a hope in a different universe becoming reality in this one, and that was so weird to think about that, years ago, young you would have never thought that you would taste the magic of Jeon Jungkook’s kiss.

There’s nothing like us.

Also, young you would be gagging at the thought of being this mushy but Jungkook did that to you, this was all his fault for being so earnest and wonderful to love. Surely, he must be stopped.

Surely, not allowed.

He grinned against your smile, unstoppable.

“I always feel better when I see your face.”

“Kind of hard to see it when you’re all up in my business.”

Jungkook closed one eye and brought the open one very close to yours, brushing your eyebrow with his eyelashes to be both annoying and cute. You licked his underlip mole and he backed up, laughing. It was short-lived though, his expression softening, looking down at you.

“I… I just always feel like I can do anything when I know you’re by my side,” he breathed, soft and light.

“That’s because you can do anything,” you chuckled, reaching up to tuck part of his black hair behind his ear. “You’re just a little lazy sometimes. I understand.”

Jungkook leaned against your palm and you stilled.

“I always think I can be better,” he sighed ruefully.

“Everyone can,” you murmured softly. “But imperfection is also perfection in its own way. Without it, you wouldn’t have the guts to run forward, right?”

That little roguish spark danced in his eyes. “You sound just like him.”

“You mean he sounds like me.” You stuck your tongue out, bantering with the absent Yoongi.

“Maybe you should write lyrics.”

“Definitely not.”

“Could be fun,” he nudged. “You have lots of cool things to say.”

“I have a whole lotta nonsense to say. That can be your job to make sense of it.”

“That’s plagiarism.”

“I’m not looking for royalties, I’m only looking for–” You abruptly cut yourself off.

Jungkook raised his eyebrows. A very Kim Seokjin-esque face. He did learn from his hyungs after all. You remained tight lipped. He wiggled his eyebrows, making them laugh at you.

“For?” He dragged out the word, reaching out and dragging you to him.

“Yah, Jeon Jung–!”

drabble 2022.06.17 — the secret

part xiv JK birthday

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#jungkook x reader #yoongi x reader #yoonkook x reader #bts idol au #yoonkook fluff #yoonkook x you #jungkook x you #yoongi x you #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x you #min yoongi x reader #min yoongi x you

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bts-fic-collection · 1 year

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Yoonkook wooing or courting fics where Yoongi trys to woo Jungkook?

Hi there - I've certainly found a few yoonkook courting fics, and hopefully some of them will have Yoongi doing the courting!

Ragged wood by dennmah

Rating: M

Status: Incomplete

Word count: 66,142

Summary: Winter is approaching and the soil has been tarnished, the Min’s territory has reached its culmination, no longer able to sustain the wolves. the mountain pack is forced to integrate into the Jung's compound, famous for its vast and prosperous lands.

or: In between one-sided love, a possible arranged marriage and reeling pursuit, the demise of mother nature looms over yoongi.

When Spring Comes Again by sanggchu

Rating: T

Status: Complete

Word count: 55,340

Summary: “Maybe… but I say it’s obvious.”, Jimin chuckles upon seeing Yoongi’s red face. The omega shakes his head as if he could make his crush fly away that way. It’s no use though.

He’s really hopeless.

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As the head alpha's only omega son, Yoongi gets a lot of courting gifts from alphas trying to woo him. There's only one he's interested in though, but said alpha seems to take his time...

First Date Fire by Aisara_SeirinNo17_Iwasaki

Rating: M

Status: Complete

Word count: 5,575

Summary: Jungkook, a college student studying to go into Criminology, keeps denying his best friend's (Jimin's) advances to get him to go on a blind date. However, after some clever trickery, he finally gets Jungkook to go out, only by making him think that Jimin is the one he's going to be dining with at Kookie's favorite restaurant where he loves to go to get gaseous. However, when Kookie gets there, he finds out that he's in a whole lot more than what he expected.

#ask #yoonkook #yoongi #jungkook #abo au #courting au #angst #fluff #college au #Rating: M #Rating: T

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yeoubimoments · 8 months

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daily fic rec twenty-four by @/fruitily yoonkook ✦ 20k ✦ teen modern, college/uni, mutual pining, fluff, humor

comedic genius! and so so cute aaaa

summary:

“i’m doing a social experiment and writing about it,” taehyung says easily. “i decided to handcuff two people together for twenty-four hours and have them report back to me on the experience. you guys are an ideal pair for this, really, because of your contradictory lifestyles. kookie goes to the gym every day, yoongi hasn’t seen the sun in what, four years -“

“jungkook has a semi-healthy sleep schedule, and yoongi texted me at two a.m. asking if i want to grab dinner,” namjoon supplies.

“i am the pinnacle of health,” yoongi snaps. the handcuffs clink as jungkook lifts their arms.

“so you just. handcuffed us together while we were sleeping?"

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gimmethatagustd · 1 year

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cosmic collision (masterlist) | myg + jjk

↳ pairing: weedman!yoongi x alien!jungkook

↳ warnings: marijuana | alcohol | jungkook is so precious you might not survive | eventual smut | each chapter will have individual warnings

↳ notes: as i said, i swear to god, ik a know a lot of y'all don't read mem x mem, and the alien component of this might seem weird, but i promise on my own soul, this yoongi is fucking funny like SO FUNNY. so i ask that you pls give this a chance! initially, this was gonna be a oneshot, but i realized there are a lot of scenes/scenarios i wanted to explore and i didn’t want to feel like i needed to rush or cram everything into a long oneshot. therefore, i’m just gonna go with the flow on this series. it’s mostly gonna be slice of life. there is a plot that’s a driving force for the story, which is introduced in the first chapter, so it’s not totally aimless. also, this story is set in the united states (mostly for the sake of realism considering how harsh laws are in korea about drugs vs the US), so that is why the guys don’t always use formal language with each other and there are conversations/details that are specific to the US.

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↳ what was jai listening to? spaceman (carnage festival trap remix) - hardwell

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Chapter 1 - “You’ll be besties in no time.”

↳ 6.8k | April 30, 2023

do not copy, repost, modify, or translate any of my work

#yoongi x jungkook #jungkook x yoongi #yoonkook au #bts fanfic #jungkook fanfic #jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #bts fluff #bts smut #gimmethatagustd #min yoongi #yoongi fanfic #yoongi smut #yoongi fluff #cosmic collision #masterlist #jai writes

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bangtanoneshotsx · 2 years

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Silence - Yoonkook

It's not what I usually post here...

Yoongi had a habit of acting in silence. Not wanting to draw attention to him. Jungkook soon found that his relationship with Yoongi was changing. In the way Yoongi did most things. Silently, but definite.

It started off so simple. Like a lot of things Jungkook supposed. He was a silent force. Did things without question, and without any explanation. Jungkook had heard how he used to give presents. Simply chucking it on the recipients bed, muttering ‘it’s here.’ He himself had been on the end of that sentence. Got a vintage jacket out of it.

He used to pick him up from school. An iced coffee in his hand, Jungkook’s school bag on his back. Again, he’d take it without words, simply taking one strap, and pulling it from Jungkook’s grasp, shrugging it onto his shoulder. Jungkook was still in his shy stage then. Not as bad as it had been. But conversation was lost easily on him, his hyung walking just ahead, sipping his iced coffee he had previously offered Jungkook a sip of. Though Jungkook knew if he asked, Yoongi would give him the whole thing. They were yet to debut, the itch of the stage still crawling under his skin. It was only a couple months away Namjoon promised. But Namjoon could only do and know so much.

The company had promised that the bunkbeds wouldn’t last that long. But it had already been two years, and Jungkook was still on the top bunk, just above Taehyung. His feet now reached the bottom of the bed, his legs having to bend slightly to fit himself in the wooden box. The blanket was thin, almost always askew as Jungkook tried to position the one pillow he had into a comfortable position. Namjoon’s snores reminded him of where he was, of what he was doing. And with every snore it seemed like his heartache and the deep pit of homesickness churned in him. He knew the boys were probably aware of his tears, sometimes he wasn’t subtle. And he assumed the dried snot and tear stains on his pillow case was a sure sign. He used to stay up late to have a shower, so he was used to the boys’ patterns. Used to avoiding Hoseok’s habit of waking up to get a glass of water. Used to Jimin’s little grunts. Used to the fan that was always on in the corner of the room, only giving a short relief until it faced away from you. Used to the curtains swaying slightly because of the breeze, sending Jungkook’s imagination wild.

This night was particularly bad. He had messed up in training. Badly. At least in his mind. He just couldn’t focus. His homesickness, his tests at school, the pressure of debuting. Of being the macknae, because whether he liked it or not, Jungkook knew that came with an expectation. They all pilled on top of each other, resulting in stumbling dance moves, and a broken voice, his throat never wet enough. So while he was used to crying himself to sleep, he wasn’t use to this. To the heart clenching, the feeling of utter disappointment, making you tense and curl up. He still shoved his face into the pillow, his shoulders shaking. Until something happened that he didn’t expect. That wasn’t normal. Back then, Yoongi’s habit of staying overnight in the studio hadn’t developed yet. He always came home, sometimes at the stroke of midnight, passing out as soon as his head hit the pillow. This night he must have had some inspiration to keep him up late. Jungkook had noticed his phone light lighting up the corner of the room as he scrawled on his tattered notebook. Somehow he hadn’t noticed the light suddenly switching off, and the soft pads of feet on the wooden ladder holding the bunkbeds together.

Though he did notice the dip on his mattress, near the steps. He assumed Yoongi’s feet were swinging off the edge, the elder being careful not to make a bang. Yoongi didn’t say anything as Jungkook sniffled, wiping his nose on the edge of the pillow, his eyes squeezed shut. Eventually more of the bed dipped, and his blanket was lifted. He felt the heat of the elder, the smell of his favourite shampoo making him realise who it was. Yoongi wrapped an arm around his waist, his head at the back of his neck. With slow, careful movements, his thumb gave featherlight touches down his arm in a constant movement. A slow ‘shhh’ escaping Yoongi’s lips. Jungkook found himself relaxing, his tears slowing, a headache slowly growing. You know the one you get after crying too much. Jungkook fell asleep like that. And if he woke up alone, the elder already busy in the kitchen helping Seokjin make breakfast, Jungkook didn’t utter a word.

The day they had been waiting for had arrived. Jungkook sat in the corner of the small dressing room. By dressing room, he meant closet. The television company hadn’t given them a proper dressing room. Instead, they simply had the corridor, and the tiny closet their managers had found unlocked, shoving them inside for a small bit of dignity. Jungkook was thankful for them. While it seemed like the world was against them, their managers were protective. Fighting their battles while trying to hide it from the boys. Though they knew. Jungkook could see the apprehensive stares of the production crew. The raised eyebrows that he knew only meant they didn’t believe they would last. To be honest, neither did Jungkook. He wanted to, he wanted to grasp this chance with everything. He was hopeful, he was. Really. But just some small part of him, the part he hated was doubtful. Yoongi had thrown up in the bathroom. Jungkook could tell from the pale tone of his face, and the way he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he joined the group. His suspicions would be confirmed many years later, now that Yoongi could laugh at the situation.

The eyeliner felt heavy on his eyes. He still had to get used to the amount of makeup they had to use. Yoongi’s eyeliner suited him, it added to the harsh exterior the management wanted. Jungkook was sure Yoongi would be placed in the role by the fans. The elder was quiet, showing his true personality in short bursts of excitement. Until he fell into the background, allowing the others to shine. Jungkook’s knee bounced, the chair underneath him squeaking. His heart was pounding. Only 15 minutes left. 15 minutes until his career started. Until BTS was shown to the world, in what Jungkook hoped was a perfect performance. He felt the crushing pressure thinning the air of the closet. He sat in the corner of the room, hoping no one would notice his nerves. He didn’t need anyone to encourage him. Didn’t want Namjoon to be the leader and rattle off a leader’s speech the company probably taught him. As childish as it may have seemed there was only two people he wanted to see at that moment. His mom and dad. He just wanted there reassurance, to know that they were proud of him no matter what happened. For just a few minutes he wanted to know he had unconditional support. He couldn’t phone them. He couldn’t baby himself any more than the hyungs did. He also didn’t want to worry his parents. They were already worried about him moving to Seoul. Worried about what the lifestyle would bring. Him calling them would only add another reason for him to move back on their list. His bottom lip in between his teeth, Jungkook shuffled in his plastic chair, glancing up at the clock that hadn’t seemed to move.

Yoongi blocked Jungkook’s eyesight, a small smile on his face as he held out his phone. With his forehead creased with confusion, Jungkook took the device slowly. Looking down at the screen, Jungkook let out a gasp. A lump formed in his throat. On Yoongi’s phone was Jungkook’s parents, in a video call.

“Thank you.” Jungkook whispered, looking up to find Yoongi, only to see he was already walking away. Jungkook sniffled, wiping the rolling tear with the back of his hand.

“Mom.” He whispered, his voice high pitched and broken.

Jungkook was the only one who had been to America before. Yet, he was still as apprehensive as the others. His eyes were still sticking together with sleep, his face feeling dry, though he knew it would get even more dry after the long flight. Namjoon hid his tired eyes with large dark sunglasses. Gripping his passport tightly, Jungkook watched as Taehyung took another five photos, his eyes wide with curiosity. It was the elder’s first time on an airplane, and he wanted to document everything. Jungkook however, was already done with everything. The chair in the gate was too hard, his back already sore. His earphones barely worked, the sound crackling out every so often. He knew that his irritability was due to his nerves. His leg was bouncing, his wide eyes scanning everything in his viewpoint. He payed careful attention to Namjoon who was talking to the manager that held their boarding passes. Yoongi sat across from him, head down, and thumb swiping up and down his phone screen. Around his neck was a pale white neck pillow, specially bought for this flight. Jungkook noticed it still had it’s tag on. Jungkook sighed, shuffling down in the chair, his feet kicking Yoongi’s carry on. Mumbling an apology Jungkook closed his eyes, waiting for his leader to tell him when to move.

Jungkook could hear the clicks of Taehyung’s camera, taking pictures of the blue sky out the window. They had only been flying for an hour or so, Jungkook couldn’t really tell. His headphones worked enough for him to chose a movie. Settling in to watch the tiny screen for the next two hours. His stomach still bubbled. Bubbled with anxiety, but also a hopefulness that was just as damming. If he hoped too much, he knew he would fall as expectations crashed with reality. He didn’t dare let himself think too much about what could happen. He let his hyungs do that. Namjoon and Yoongi had already talked about visiting music shops, about how they could hopefully gain some American audience. The boys talked like the streets were painted with gold, and a magical dust that made your dreams come true. Jungkook, however, wasn’t so sure. He wanted to believe, wanted to hope. But he had seen America before, the competition was tough. They could barely survive in Seoul. How could they manage in LA? One of the staff members had been around taking photos. Holding up a peace sign, Jungkook grinned, as Yoongi ignored the camera, his eyes shut. As the staff member passed them, the camera clicking as it focused on the next members, Jungkook decided he should do the same.

The headrest was uncomfortable. But so was his hand. With a sigh, Jungkook tried to stretch out, resting his head against the wall of the airplane. While he found himself drifting off ever so slightly, he soon got a kink in his neck. With a grumble, Jungkook sat up, opening his eyes as he peered ‘round at the members in his row. Hoseok was focused on the movie, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration and his phone on the tray in front of him. Yoongi however, was only half awake, the neck pillow still around his neck. Jungkook sighed, pulling up the window cover to stare out the window. Hoping the mindless action would drift him to sleep.

“Jungkook.” He heard Yoongi mutter. He turned back to face the elder. Yoongi was now fully awake, his hair ruffled. The neck pillow was now off his shoulders and on his lap.

“Take it.” The elder stated, his accent slipping through. Jungkook’s eyebrows rose. Everyone joked about how much Yoongi was attached to the soft pillow, some even called it his new lover. So for Yoongi to offer it to him, was unexpected.

“You sure?” Yoongi nodded, shoving it onto Jungkook’s lap. Before Jungkook could argue, Yoongi turned, closing his eyes once more and folding his arms. Jungkook gave a soft smile, wrapping the pillow around his neck and closing his eyes once more.

Jungkook’s eyes had rested on the banana flavoured frozen yogurt for a moment too long, for Yoongi to consider it a mistake. America was hot, hotter than they expected it to be in August. So Yoongi could see why Jungkook was looking at the frozen desert. There was only one problem. Jungkook couldn’t speak English that well, and he wasn’t confident enough to try. It was only the two of them just now, having been sent out by the production crew to discover the city. Yoongi felt small in the city. His mind racing as he heard glimpses of a language he didn’t know too well. At times he just wanted to shrink, become invisible. He already felt too exposed, felt like everyone could tell he was trying too hard to fit in. Jungkook however, seemed to thrive. Yoongi knew that Jungkook almost left training for America. But he didn’t realise just how much Jungkook fit in. The younger, while not being able to speak any more English than Yoongi, he just seemed to melt into the city life. If Yoongi didn’t know him, he would think Jungkook was a local. So he wanted to get Jungkook this ice cream. Needed to. Almost to prove something to himself. He didn’t feel like a good friend. Not when he was looking at Jungkook with something different in his heart. He had brought the boy up. He was there when Jungkook stumbled into the practice room for the first time, his eyes wide. Namjoon called him Bambi. He wasn’t allowed to feel this for the younger. Anyway, Jungkook was straight. Yoongi had over heard his conversations with Jimin and Taehyung at the back of the car. He knew of Jungkook’s high school crushes, of his secret girlfriends he kept from management. So maybe this ice cream was his peace treaty. One that Jungkook didn’t know he was signing. With a lot of hand gestures, and stumbling over foreign words, Yoongi managed to order a tub of banana frozen, a neon green plastic spoon shoved in the middle. Jungkook sat on a wall, his feet dangling as he took in the scenery in front of him. Yoongi took a deep breath, his grip on the carton slightly too tight. Striding over to where Jungkook sat, he cleared his throat. Jungkook looked up, his eyes softening.

“Hyung. Did you find what you were looking for?” Yoongi nodded, scraping his knees as he sat on the brick wall. Without further explanation, he shoved the tub in Jungkook’s direction. He was sure his cheeks were red. He could barely hear Jungkook’s mumbled ‘thank you’ over the white noise in his ears.

Nothing felt real. That’s why Yoongi didn’t question what Jungkook was doing at his bedroom door, his eyes red at 3am.

It was too warm under the blankets, the snow visible from the window a stark contrast. They had to use blankets in the car to keep themselves warm, the hot air barely blowing all the way to the back where Yoongi sat. The car was quiet, half of them were sleeping, while the other half were still in shock. That night was the night everything changed. At that moment, Yoongi felt everything slip from his grasp. If his career was a blanket, he had a weak hold on it. It was enough to feel secure, to feel protected, but it was easily pulled away from him. And that’s what happened tonight. Tonight they won their first big award, ‘Best Album of the Year.’ As the host shouted their name Yoongi felt the blanket rip from his hands, leaving him exposed. Now there were expectations, now he had to figure out what this meant. He wanted fame, he wanted recognition, but with that came the shadow that grew behind him. And Yoongi wasn’t sure if he was prepared for more. So he slunk to his bedroom, avoiding the rest of the group that was celebrating, albeit half awake. The weight on his shoulders didn’t lighten as he took off his award clothes. Didn’t lighten as he saw his phone light up with a text from his mom telling him she was proud of him. He finally made it. Yet his shoulders felt so heavy.

He had only been asleep for a few minutes before a light knock could be heard at his door. He expected Seokjin, about to force him to eat something, knowing he had missed the celebratory meal.

“Hyung.” A light voice whispered, making him sit up more. Even through his half-asleep state he knew that voice. Jungkook. “Hyung, are you awake? Can I talk to you?” Yoongi mumbled, smacking his lips together before sitting up properly, smoothing down the strands of hair he caught sticking up in the mirror. With a hum, Yoongi beckoned the younger in. The younger had red puffy eyes, a trail of snot falling from his nose. Sniffling, Jungkook wiped his nose with the back of his hand. Whatever it was, Yoongi knew it wasn’t about the award. Crossing his legs, Yoongi patted the space beside him on the bed. He kept quiet, waiting for Jungkook to speak first. Jungkook took a few more minutes, giggling as he took a tissue from the box Yoongi offered beside his bed.

“‘M sorry. You were probably asleep.”

“Not really. Tonight’s been a lot.” Jungkook nodded, sniffling again.

“Can I ask you a question?” Yoongi nodded, his heart picking up speed.

“Do you think you’ll ever be able to tell the fans about you?” Yoongi instantly knew what this was about. He had hinted about his bisexuality in songs before, but that was all the company allowed. As much as it was tough, he knew their reasonings behind their decision.

“I don’t know. Maybe if we get bigger, and maybe if the world becomes a bit more accepting.” Jungkook sighed, and Yoongi wondered if that was the wrong answer. “What’s this about Kook?”

“Winning the award tonight made me think about how things are changing for us. Jimin and Taehyung think we’re hitting the peak of our career. And I know what happens to groups after they’ve reached their peak. And I couldn’t let us separate without telling you this.” Jungkook took a deep, shaky breath. “I like boys Hyung.” With this Jungkook started to sob, as if every inch of tension was released, he folded in half. Yoongi could only close his eyes, a tear rolling down his own cheek as he pulled Jungkook into a tight hug, his right hand running through the younger’s still styled hair. Whatever made Jungkook feel the need to confess tonight, Yoongi was pleased Jungkook felt comfortable enough with him to tell him. He kept quiet for a few moments more, allowing Jungkook’s shaking to slow, almost stilling. Taking a breath, Yoongi’s hand in Jungkook’s hair stilled as he whispered out, ‘it’s okay.’

Ever since that night, something in their relationship changed. Jungkook shifted his weight as he tried to balance the takeaway bag and the couple of drinks he held, as he entered the passcode of Yoongi’s studio. He had been spending a lot more time with the elder. With a click, Jungkook knew the door was open. Pressing down the door handle he used his shoulder to enter. Yoongi sat facing his computer, his headphones on, oblivious to the world. Jungkook sighed, taking a seat on the sofa at the back. Picking up an eraser sat on the small table next to the sofa, he aimed before throwing it at the back of Yoongi’s head. The elder cursed, jumping. In a flash he turned, his scowl quickly morphing into a soft smile.

“Jungkook.”

“Lunch is here.” He grinned, holding up the takeaway bag. Yoongi had a delayed reaction. Simply blinking a couple times, before something seemed to kick in. Pushing back, he gestured for Jungkook to open the takeaway bag, before turning back to the computer, saving what he had done that day. With a groan, he got up, his knees clicking from not standing for most of the day. Yoongi rolled his eyes as Jungkook grinned, a bubble of laughter erupting. Yoongi shuffled to the sofa, allowing himself to collapse onto the black material, his knee touching Jungkook’s.

“What did you get?”

“Japchae.” Jungkook answered, passing Yoongi a large round brown tub, a clear plastic lid keeping the food inside warm. Yoongi hummed as Jungkook passed him some wooden chopsticks, the restaurants logo branded on the side.

This wasn’t the first time Jungkook had spent his evening in Yoongi’s studio. It had become a pattern. Only happening every so often. But it happened enough times that the rest of the boys didn’t need to wonder where he was heading.

Silence fell over the studio. The slurping of noodles the only sound breaking the silence every so often.

The two now empty tubs sat next to each other on the coffee table, the two chopsticks just peeking out. Jungkook was silent, his eyes fluttering shut only to shoot open. This happened a few times before Yoongi shifted, pulling Jungkook down to rest his head on Yoongi’s shoulder. He could forget about work for a while. Jungkook sighed contently, folding his arms.

“Thanks hyung.” He murmured, allowing his eyes to flutter shut this time. Yoongi tried to ignore the pounding heart he thought was going to keep Jungkook awake.

Yoongi cursed as another flash of lightning lit the otherwise dark studio. Rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hands, he glared at the computer, looking at the flashing time. It was too late for him to instantly understand what the 24 hour time meant. Once he did, he knew it was time to go home. Saving what he had managed to do for the night, he shut down his computer, grabbing his jacket and finally standing up for the first time in hours. His back clicked as he stretched, another roll of thunder making him jump. Looking around at the empty takeaway boxes Yoongi decided he’d deal with them tomorrow. He had to get his own food himself today, Jungkook was out with Jimin and Taehyung, a shopping trip Yoongi thinks. It felt strange not to have the youngest with him. Jungkook didn’t usually do much. Not enough for Yoongi to truly miss his presence. Jungkook usually just sat in the back on the sofa, a notebook in his hand as he doodled or tried to write lyrics. Occasionally, he’d pull the extra desk chair up to beside Yoongi, watching the elder work, sometimes quietly asking questions, his lisp coming out ever so gentle. But it wasn’t common enough for Yoongi to miss Jungkook. Not the way he did tonight. Yoongi sighed, closing the door to his studio and making sure it was locked before he walked down the corridor to the car that was waiting for him.

Yoongi kept his phone in his pocket the whole journey home. His eyes focused on the blurry city speeding past his window. The flash of lightning occasionally framed the skyscrapers in a yellow glow. The rumbling thunder threatening to shake the ground. The driver seemed more hesitant in his drive home, Yoongi usually hated asking people to drive him somewhere when the weather was less than manageable, but he desperately needed his bed. Wanted to just crawl under the dark blanket into a cave where he could stay safe, shedding all his problems. Jungkook existed outside of the blanket cave, existed where Yoongi couldn’t see him if he closed his eyes. Where Yoongi could pretend his pounding heart was due to the caffeine battling against his urge to fall asleep. His room was his own, something that wasn’t touched by the other six, somewhere Suga didn’t exist. Stepping into his bedroom was stepping into Yoongi, the scared, homesick boy who could only keep a small grasp onto the blanket that was pulled away from him with every big achievement. Yoongi, who just wanted the world to stop, even for a few minutes.

Yoongi was careful not to let the door to the dorms slam against the wall. Closing the door gently, he slid off his shoes, kicking them next to Namjoon’s muddy boots. Dropping his keys into the bowl they had at the small table next to the door, Yoongi could feel his shoulders drop. Yoongi yawned, running his hand through his hair as he shuffled towards the living room. In his tired state Yoongi didn’t notice the figure sitting on the sofa, covered in a blanket until it was too late. Jumping, he cursed, disturbing the figure.

“Jungkook?” He mumbled, his voice rough from not having to speak to anyone for most of the day. “What are you still doing up?”

Jungkook gave a shy smile, his eyes fleeting down to the ground before looking back up at Yoongi. The youngest look exhausted. His eyes half closed, his hair sticking up in all directions. There was a small red mark in the pattern of the sofa on his left cheek like he tried to sleep in the living room.

“Couldn’t sleep. Thunderstorms too loud.” Yoongi knew the unspoken words. Knew what Jungkook wanted to ask. It had become a habit ever since that night in the bunkbeds. A habit Yoongi thought they grew out of. And they had. Partly. Yoongi started to bring home guys, and Jungkook stopped knocking on his bedroom door. Yoongi couldn’t say that he didn’t stay awake afterwards wondering how the youngest was sleeping. Ignoring the strangers’ snores as he could only hope that Jungkook didn’t hate him in the morning. Of course Jungkook never did. Or at least he never showed it.

“Come on.” Yoongi slurred, starting to walk in the direction of his bedroom. “I just need to brush my teeth and I’ll be in bed. But you can go there just now.” He didn’t have to look at him to know the look Jungkook had on his face. The grateful smile, and his wide eyes that had somehow not changed since the first day he met him. Those big brown eyes Yoongi had a love-hate relationship with.

Yoongi splashed some cold water on his face, wiping some toothpaste from the corner of his mouth. His room was a Jungkook-free sanctuary, until Jungkook needed him. Then everything reminded him of the youngest. His pillows would smell like him, his blanket, his decorations would be slightly askew since the youngest liked to investigate them like he had never seen them before. Yoongi knew he could only spend so much longer in the bathroom before Jungkook would get concerned. So opening the door, he made the short distance across the corridor and into the bedroom. There, Jungkook lay, his eyes already almost closed, his breathing slow. He lay in his usual side of the bed. The fact that Jungkook had a usual side of Yoongi’s bed was something Yoongi was not ready to think about. Yoongi turned off the main light, using the torch on his phone to navigate to his bed. Turning on the small lamp on his bedside table, Yoongi turned off his torch, peeling back the blanket and sliding into bed. He turned off the light instantly. It made it easier to talk to Jungkook. If he couldn’t see him, he could pretend he was simply on a phone call with him. Didn’t have to think about the fact he was in bed with him.

“You didn’t have to wait for me Kook.” Jungkook gave a tired hum. Yoongi could feel the mattress move as the youngest shifted in bed.

“You know I don’t like thunderstorms. Didn’t want to bother anyone else anyway.”

“Who says you can bother me?” There was a playfulness to Yoongi’s tone that he hoped Jungkook could hear.

“You never say no to me hyung.” Although Yoongi could hear the small teasing note, he couldn’t help but notice how Jungkook’s voice was now a whisper. Yoongi hummed, turning so he lay on his side.

“You or me?” He simply asked. There was a pause before Jungkook quietly answered.

“Me please.”

Yoongi inched forward until he felt him hit the back of Jungkook. Silently he placed his arm around Jungkook’s waist. Exhaling softly so it tickled the back of Jungkook’s neck. Yoongi closed his eyes.

“Night Kook.”

“Night Hyung.”

Yoongi wasn’t waiting for Jungkook. Not necessarily. He was simply in the living room on his computer, having decided to work there instead of his studio. The other six boys had gone out for a meal and drinks. Yoongi hadn’t slept well the night before, his mind running too fast for him to catch it. So instead, he told them he would work on some music, hoping the music would lull him to sleep. Even if it ended with him getting a kink in his back from the awkward position he would fall asleep in. From Yoongi’s knowledge the plan was just a fancy restaurant, Namjoon had already sent him a couple photos of the food, telling Yoongi to remember to order something for himself or they’d bring back him a couple things. It was just food and drinks. That was what Yoongi thought. So he was surprised when the front door to the dorm opened earlier than he expected, a giggling Jungkook at the doorway. Except he wasn’t alone. Holding Jungkook’s hand was a strange man Yoongi had never seen. Yoongi wanted to say something as Jungkook gave a soft kiss to the man’s neck, whispering something inaudible to Yoongi. Wanted to scream that the youngest wasn’t alone. Wanted to reverse time so he could pick the studio to work in. So he didn’t have to see his heart break on the floor. He knew Jungkook liked boys. The youngest had told him so. But Jungkook had never brought someone home before. Not like this. Not to Yoongi’s knowledge anyway. Yoongi was still deciding what to say when Jungkook’s eyes caught his.

“Hyung.” He gaped, his eyes wide and almost apologetic. “I thought you were at the studio.”

“Decided to work here for a change.” Yoongi choked out, his throat dry. Jungkook nodded. Never had the air around the two ever felt this awkward. Yoongi noticed the boy standing next to Jungkook shift his weight from one foot to the other. Yoongi wanted to scoff. It was his fault this was so awkward. Why did he have to be here? Why did he have to remind Yoongi that Jungkook was an adult? Was someone Yoongi technically didn’t have to keep at arms length?

“I think you should go.” Jungkook apologised to his friend, his hand on their chest, his eyebrows knitted together.

“No, it’s okay.” Yoongi waved the thought away. “I was going to go out for some late food anyway. Namjoon’s been annoying me about it.”

“You sure hyung?”

That felt like a weighted question. What would happen if Yoongi said yes? Did that mean he was wishing away any relationship with Jungkook? Did that mean he was closing the book on that forever? Was he letting go? But what if he said no? Then he’d have to have a conversation he wasn’t sure he was ready for. The grip Yoongi had on the blanket was loosening with every second. With every deep look from Jungkook.

“Yeah.” He whispered, receiving a frown from Jungkook.

Yoongi didn’t say another word. Throwing on his shoes he was out the door before he could look at Jungkook again. His chest felt like something was weighing it down. His breaths quick and shallow. Yoongi felt more exposed than he ever did. The way Jungkook looked at him, analysed him etched on his brain.

Yoongi had his hands wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee as he sat at the kitchen table. He knew he looked exhausted. He felt it. The other five boys had come home a couple hours later, Seokjin texting him to check he was okay. Yoongi wasn’t sure how much he knew about Jungkook’s new friend. How much they all knew. They must have seen the youngest leave. Otherwise he would have gotten panicked texts about Jungkook being missing. Yoongi heard a thud signalling Namjoon had woken up. The rapper stumbled into the kitchen minutes later shirtless and his pyjama trousers riding low.

“Hyung.” He groaned, his hand to his head as he turned on the coffee machine, wincing at the loud groan the machine made.

“Good night last night?” Yoongi managed to chuckle. Namjoon glared at him, his eyes squinting.

“Don’t talk so loud.” Grabbing the macchiato from the coffee machine, Namjoon took a seat across from Yoongi. The scrape of the chair against the wooden floor creating another wince from the rapper.

“Jungkook should be feeling okay. He came home early.”

“I know.”

Namjoon froze, looking up to Yoongi from his cup of coffee.

“Hyung.”

There it was. The look of sympathy Yoongi wanted to avoid. How little Yoongi felt under Namjoon’s gaze. How pathetic he felt. If Namjoon knew Yoongi was at home would he have allowed Jungkook to go back to the dorms? Or would he have told him to go somewhere else? Has he been hiding these events from Yoongi?

“I thought you were at the studio.”

“Decided to work at the dorms for a change. I was in the living room when he came home. Don’t worry, I gave him his privacy.” The chuckle tasted bitter.

“Hyung do you…” Namjoon was interrupted by Jungkook entering the kitchen. Yoongi couldn’t help but notice the gathering of small red marks at the base of his neck. Namjoon seemed to notice them too.

“Jungkook, what have we said about marks? You know the makeup team barely has time to cover these.” Namjoon’s tired warning made it all worse. The way he spoke made it sound like he had to warn the youngest before. Was Yoongi really that oblivious? Did he just spend too much time at the studio to notice Jungkook coming home covered in marks? Yoongi’s stomach churned and for once it wasn’t because of the early hour.

“Studio.” He muttered, standing up with such a force that the chair almost fell backwards. Placing his half-drunk coffee in the sink, Yoongi didn’t look back as he collected his stuff, making his way out of the dorms.

Yoongi’s mouse hadn’t moved for the past half an hour. Day had quickly turned into evening, takeaway boxes now covering the small table in Yoongi’s studio. He had turned off his phone. Didn’t want to see Namjoon’s apologetic texts, didn’t want to see any of the philosophy Namjoon would attach to this incident. Didn’t want to see words of encouragement as the younger tried to make Yoongi confess to Jungkook. He knew Jungkook would text him. At least he thought so. Maybe he wouldn’t after last night. Usually Jungkook would make sure he ate, or he would make sure it was still okay for him to come to the studio only to appear five minutes after Yoongi’s confirmation, telling the elder he was basically outside the door when he asked. Jungkook hadn’t come today. But maybe that was for the best. Yoongi could feel him slip, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted anyone to pick him up today. He just wanted to be Min Yoongi for a moment. Let himself be the boy who was suffering from heartbreak. Though what was there truly to be heartbroken about? He had never admitted to Jungkook those swirling feelings. Never told him what was in his head every time he lay next to him. He had never been rejected. So why did it feel like he had? Yoongi sat in the dark of his studio, the only light emitting from his computer screen.

“Hyung?” A small voice spoke from outside his studio followed by two knocks. Yoongi froze. He knew that voice. Jungkook. If leaves were falling in Yoongi’s they would have stopped mid air. Why was he here? Yoongi knew there was no point in asking him to leave. Jungkook was stubborn, always had been. Plus, he knew the studio’s passcode, so it was only a matter of time before Jungkook entered the studio.

Except he didn’t. Yoongi kept quiet, hoping that the dark studio and his silence was enough to fool Jungkook into thinking he wasn’t there before he tried to enter.

“Hyung please.” Jungkook’s voice was high pitched, a slight whine to the tone. Was it sad that Yoongi was still so weak to his voice, to his pleas? Silently, Yoongi stood up, pulling the door open to reveal Jungkook with his hand raised, closed into a fist as if he was about to knock again. Jungkook’s eyes widened, his hand slowly lowering. Without a word, Yoongi stepped aside, allowing Jungkook to enter his studio. He could feel the armour grow around his heart as Jungkook took a seat on the sofa.

Yoongi took a hesitant seat next to him, his hands clenching and unclenching subconsciously, almost trying to grasp onto something that wasn’t there. Maybe the blanket that he always wanted to try to keep a hold of.

“Can we talk?” Jungkook asked, his voice small as he played with his hands. “Namjoon said it might be best to.” Namjoon. What had the leader been saying to Jungkook? Yoongi nodded. Yoongi’s heart could only pound, his bottom lip in between his teeth as he waited for Jungkook to speak.

“I made a mistake hyung.” Jungkook started speaking hesitantly. “I didn’t think about the consequences. Well, I kind of did. But I didn’t really think about what would happen after. About how I could hurt someone.” Jungkook let out a sigh. “I didn’t expect that you would be home last night.” Yoongi froze. He wanted to talk about that. “I wouldn’t have…No, I would have, that was the plan.”

“The plan?” Yoongi asked softly. The plan was for him to be there? To see Jungkook walk in with a guy?

“Have you ever…Have you ever thought that something has changed between us?” Jungkook’s eyes flitted from the floor to Yoongi and back to the floor. This was Yoongi’s time to answer. To confess. But no words spilled from his mouth. Instead, he could only nod. Not deterred by the quiet answer, Jungkook continued.

“Looking back on it, you’ve always been there hyung. Always by my side. Until it just became a thing I was used to. And I don’t know when but I started to search for you when you weren’t with me. At first I thought it was because you were my dependable hyung. But it wasn’t until Namjoon brought that girl home. How we all saw them in the kitchen the next morning. How cute they were. How open they were with each other. I wished…I wished that was us.” Jungkook whispered the last sentence, an exhale leaving him.

“They broke up.” Yoongi instantly winced at the three words that escaped him. Jungkook gave a high pitched nervous laugh, covering his mouth.

“Yeah, hyung. They broke up. I don’t want that part to be us. I’m not…I’m not explaining this right am I?”

It was that moment Yoongi’s heart squeezed. Jungkook looked at him with his wide brown doe eyes, his bottom lip in between his teeth, his eyebrows knitted.

Silently, like he did most things, Yoongi leant forward, pressing his lips against Jungkook’s. The younger gasped before smiling. As Jungkook started to kiss back Yoongi relaxed, allowing his hands to grasp onto the bottom of Jungkook’s t-shirt.

Though he was silent, his mind was anything but. Yoongi could feel a tear roll down his right cheek. Finally. Finally he had let go of the balloon that was his love for Jungkook. The balloon that made him feel so weightless but he had to carry so silently for years. Yoongi almost couldn’t believe it. At that moment, with Jungkook’s lips moving against his, Yoongi regained some more grip of that blanket. In that moment he was Min Yoongi, an ordinary boy kissing the man he loved. Finally.

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