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Jimin doesn't have to try very hard to persuade Jungkook to help him with a song. Honestly, one look at his pretty pout and Jungkook never stood a chance in the first place. So he's getting ready for a full afternoon in Jimin's cosy studio, and he knows the latter doesn't take many breaks, so Jungkook makes a point of getting some coffee before heading to work. However, the coffee machine is broken.

The coffee pod rolls out of his hand as he tries to place it back inside the coffee machine, landing near someone else's feet. Min Yoongi’s to be exact. He’s standing in the middle of the kitchen, looking down at the pod on the ground. He then crouches down, his back gracefully arching as he reaches for the pod.

It's the first time he sees Min Yoongi moving for so long, and the thoughts racing through his mind are so obviously inappropriate that Jungkook can't believe it. 

Yoongi grabs the pod, places it in Jungkook’s hand, and bolts out of the kitchen.

Jungkook remains rooted to the spot, perplexed but strangely endeared.

//

Some things remain the same even after years of not speaking. Jungkook still receives messages from Suga in the middle of the night, informing him that he has the same amount of insomnia as before, and to be honest, Jungkook has recently developed the habit of staying up late at night. Perhaps it's his fault.

Suga [2:28]

Are you up?

JK [2:29]

take a guess 

Suga [2:30]

Can I have your opinion on something?

JK [2:32]

another prod? 

hyung, you need to sleep sometime 

Suga [2:32]

No.

Just a question.

JK [2:32]

shoot 

Suga [2:33]

Do you find me awkward? 

Wait, let me rephrase that. 

When we first started talking, did you find me awkward? 

JK [2:33]

that was a long time ago hyung 

Suga [2:34]

Are you saying you don’t remember?

JK [2:34]

no no i do recall actually 

you’re pretty much the same now i think 

not awkward, but a bit introverted and mysterious 

Suga [2:35]

You’re saying that because you know me a bit more now. 

But the very first time we talked, what did you think of me?

It's embarrassing, but Jungkook remembers nonetheless. That doesn't mean he's dead set on telling Suga the whole truth. Nobody gets hurt by a little white lie. 

If you asked Jungkook when he realized he was gay, you'd expect him to say it was because of Kim Namjoon. But, as lovely and talented as RM is, he was not Jungkook's gay awakening. No, because it’s a certain Suga that hit him square in the face with that realization. Jungkoot didn't know how it happened at the time, only that he fell flat on his face and never recovered.

But in all that time they went without speaking, Jungkook figured out a few things. He recalls Suga telling him about his boyfriend at the time, and Jungkook recalls being startled by this new sensation, so strange but rooted in his chest. Perhaps jealousy? Combined with something else? In retrospect, it makes sense that Jungkook's first impression of Suga on Tumblr was that he was cool and charming, and that he felt an immediate need to impress him.

Yeah, it definitly makes sense. 

JK [2:38]

i thought you were cool 

Suga [2:38]

Sounds fake. 

JK [2:39]

no really 

i remember you answering one of my post with a whole essay explaining me your interpretation of forever rain 

how you thought the song was comparing pouring rain to a friend knocking and left u speechless 

Suga [2:40]

Embarrassing.

No, endearing, Jungkook thinks. 

JK [2:41]

why the question though 

Suga [2:41]

I don’t know. 

Just thought about it. 

JK [2:41]

randomly at 2am? 

you can lie to someone else hyung 

Suga [2:42]

There’s just this guy. 

Jungkook clutches his phone tightly to his chest, unable to close his eyes. As much as Jungkook tries not to admit it, he can't help but notice the same tightness in his chest that he felt years ago, creeping up on him. And no matter how hard he tries not to give in, it's impossible. It is, however, stupid. He's never met Suga, mostly because he refused for reasons Jungkook still doesn't understand. They haven't spoken in years, and Suga probably had so many boyfriends at the time that it makes no sense for Jungkook to feel that way after so many years.

JK [2:42]

what guy 

Suga [2:43]

Someone I work with.

I feel like he might find me awkward. 

I don’t know. 

JK [2:44]

why do u care 

you like him?

Suga [2:44]

You’re right. 

Forget about it. 

JK [2:45]

???

...seriously? no come-back? no witty retort? no... sarcastic shot at me? 

come on, hyung ?? 

Jungkook is staring at the ceiling of his bedroom, at the glowing sticky stars he placed there when he first moved into his Seoul apartment and couldn't sleep. The darkness brought all of his insecurities to the surface and had a way of making him feel as if he always got things wrong. The light helps. But they don't make him feel any better right now.

It isn’t the first time Suga mentions someone he likes. If there's one thing they've always had in common, it's that they could trust each other with anything, without any judgment. And that's how they used to tell each other anything, even such intimate details. However, this is the first time Suga has dismissed it. And Jungkook can't help but think it's because something is different this time. He has no idea what it is.

//

"Don't look so wounded, Tae, I'm sorry," Jungkook says. Jungkook is aware that if he turns his head, he will see Taehyung dramatically staring down at his shoes. "Seokjin-hyung will be sharing my studio for a while. Sorry. I would have fixed his power outage if I had known how."

“He’s the love of my life,” Taehyung mutters. “You’re a jerk.”

“Jungkook-ah,” a voice from over his office door. 

Taehyung immediately turns his head, straightening up on his chair. “Seokjin hyung? Crazy seeing you here. Have you possibly come to see me?” 

Kim Seokjin spares Taehyung a disgusted look. Jin’s hands are full with a box of his things. Jungkook looks away, busies himself with his notebook, anything to keep him occupied, but he can still feel the electric athmosphere. 

“I’m working,” Jin deadpans. “I’m just dropping some stuff here.”

A quick look at Tae’s face shows the blood draining from his face so rapidly. “Are you sure it’s not because I left—” Taehyung manages weakly.

“— that piece of pie on my desk?”

Taehyung’s eyes widen comically. “How do you know it was from me?”

“It made my whole studio smell like onion. Disgusting.” Seokjin drops his box on Jungkook’s desk and turns around. “Don’t come back into my studio, ever.” The door slams behind him. 

“He’s obviously whipped,” Taehyung whispers, voice dripping with mischievousness

Jungkook ignores him. There is a moment of silence before Jungkook jumps in shock as he sees Taehyung’s eyes staring back at him just below his notebook. He closes it. 

“Uh, yeah? I guess?” Jungkook confirms uncertainly, leaning back against his chair. 

“He’s still shaken by the onion incident, but one day he will realize our obvious compatibility and the value of my gifts. And by then—” 

“Maybe he’s just disgusted by onions…. and you by extension.”

“You are supposed to be on my side,” Taehyung exclaims in outrage, straightening up from his slumped position in his chair.

“Of course I am but—”

“—no, first you offer him to move into your studio, and now you’re spreading negative vibes upon our relationship.”

“WHAT relationship?” Jungkook asks lifting his hands and Taehyung gasps in outrage. 

“Bye,” Taehyung says abruptly, ducking out of the office. Taehyung comes back five seconds later to grab his phone that he left on the desk. “Traitor,” he whispers by the door frame before disappearing from sight once again. 

Jungkook sighs in exasperation, grabbing his phone. 

JK [4:45]

penny for your thoughts? hell. a dollar? ten? fifty?

Suga [4:46]

I’m going to die. 

JK [4:46]

you are not going to die. 

Suga [4:47]

I am. 

JK [4:48]

what is it about 

Suga [4:48]

I spent the last two nights working on a prod for work. 

I unintentionally deleted it. 

JK [4:49]

o fuckkk

Suga [4:49]

Yeah. 

JK [4:50]

well 

if that makes you feel better, i have a deadline and i’m so uninspired it’s crazy 

probably also because my coworker keeps distracting me

Suga [4:50]

I know the feeling. 

There’s someone from work who keeps insisting I go out with the team. But he’s always distracting me while working. 

JK [4:51]

is it the guy you like ?

Jungkook is still clutching his phone, refreshing the conversation for at least five minutes straight. He quietly regrets bringing it up again, but eventually, a response comes.

Suga [4:55]

No. 

He’s part of the team, though. 

JK [4:56]

you should definitely go out with your team someday then 

if you’re scared he finds you awkward 

Suga [4:57]

I don’t know how that could play to my advantage. 

I would be in his presence longer, so statistically, I'd be more awkward. 

JK [4:56]

hyung you’ll have to be near him eventually 

why does it look like it’s your first crush when i know it’s not

i remember about jaehyun

Suga [4:58]

We don’t. Talk. About. Jaehyun.

Jungkook can’t help but giggles to himself. 

JK [4:59]

alright 

that song about him still exists somewhere though 

Suga [4:59]

Nice talk. 

JK [5:00]

hyung? 

Suga [5:00]

Yeah

Jungkook takes a deep breath, his fingers tipping way faster than what’s going through his mind. 

JK [5:01]

we don't have to talk about it if you don't want to

but it'd be cool to meet you some time now 

Jungkook does not want to keep his nose buried in his phone. He returns to work after more than ten minutes of waiting for a response. He leaves his phone on the desk; a part of him wishes he could hear the sound of an incoming text message from his phone, but the rational side of him knows he won't.

It's similar to the last time Jungkook asked Suga to meet up, when they were still talking to each other. Except Yoongi had stated that he lived in Daegu and couldn't afford to pay for the meeting. Jungkook had let it go, but he still felt it was an easy excuse. Or maybe he wasn’t understanding enough. 

But if he's learned anything from Taehyung and his crush on Seokjin these days, it's that forcing things never works. So Jungkook puts down his phone and leans back in his chair, accepting his fate.

//

"I don't know why you're all looking at me—I've never made a mistake."

Seokjin leans over to get a look at the screen of his computer, careful to preserve a certain distance between them. "I can name three from this morning alone."

“Oh. My god,” Jungkook says, hands dropping over his keyboard. “If I had known you would be like my father I would not have offered to share my studio with you.”

“Too late,”  Jin mumbles, carelessly grabbing jungkook’s coffee mug on the desk. Jungkook grabbed the mug out of his hands, gaping at him. 

“That’s my coffee. Taehyung's right. I should’ve let him beg you to share his studio.”

Seokjin scoffs viciously. “And let him make my life a living hell? You’re not that cruel Jungkook-ah.

Jungkook sits up straighter, “I’m pretty sure he wants to make your life anything but a living hell.”

“What do you mean?” Jin asks, eyebrows furrowed. 

“Well the guy obviously loves you.”

“Whoa whoa whoa,” Jin waves his hands in a manner that is clearly meant to calm him, obviously a little shocked. “Where did you get that from?” Jin demands, clearly flustered.

Jungkook looks at him like he’s grown two heads. “Because he’s giving you gifts.”

“No he’s trying to poison me with a disgusting pie.”

“Are you for real?” Jungkook says, and he’s only met with Seokjin’s confused expression. “Jesus. Okay,” he clears his throat, scooting his chair closer to Seokjin. “Tae’s not a good cook, that’s fair, but that pie… that was him trying to gift you something.”

“And what about him cutting that onion with his foot? You can’t tell me that’s—”

“That’s by definition the only talent he has. He probably tried to impress you. ”

Jin buries his head in his hands, and Jungkook hears a pathetic sad groan. “I was pretty sure he knew I was allergic to onions and wanted to annoy me. Mother fucking Kim Taehyung.”

“I can assure you that he does not know it.”

“Um. I’m… just gonna come back… later,” Seokjin says, backing away from the studio nervously.

Jungkook returns to his usual spot on his couch, opens his notebook, and attempts to finish the lyrics of that song while the studio is quiet. Hoseok is working with Yoongi, Taehyung has been working on a new project and hasn't been around, and Jimin is on a late lunch break. It's now or never. 

By the time Jungkook finishes the lyrics, it's time for their usual night out as a group. When he closes his studio, he finds everyone in the corridor getting ready to leave. And when he says "everyone," he means it. Min Yoongi is awkwardly standing next to Hoseok, and Seokjin is clutching Taehyung's arm as if it's the first time he's seen him. For a moment, Jungkook feels like he’s having a fever dream. He almost asks Jimin to pinch his arm but Jimin is already tackling him with a tight hug and an embarrassing loud kiss to his cheek.

Thirty minutes later, Jungkook is sitting on the sofa, his phone carelessly tossed on the small table of the karaoke bar for more sitting room, and watching Taehyung serenade Seokjin with a very high pitched reedition of It's You by Henry Lau while Seokjin dramatically wipes fake tears from his cheeks.

For now, nothing very shocking

This scene almost makes him forget that his thigh is firmly pressed against a certain Min Yoongi. 

Almost.

He's right next to him and hasn't said anything the entire evening. But every time Jungkook meets his gaze, he gets the impression that he doesn't want to be talked to. Hoseok, on the other hand, doesn't seem to mind, casually slapping Yoongi's thigh and causing Yoongi to flinch back.

"I'm so glad you finally came," Hoseok says, his usual bright smile beaming. "Thank goodness you found that demo song in your basket, or you'd have had an excuse not to come. Am I correct?"

Yoongi scratches the back of his neck. “Yeah…”

“What song ?" Jungkook jumps in, squinting at them while taking a sip of soju. 

“Just a song I thought I had lost,”  Yoongi admits, shrinking back in his chair.

“Oh?” Jungkook perks up at that. “Is it for RM’s project?”

Yoongi nods, looking him in the eyes for the first time that evening, and Jungkook notices the back of his neck prickle under such a deep gaze.

"It's fine," Jungkook assures, sensing Yoongi's discomfort at admitting his error. "It can happen to the best of us; it happened to a friend of mine. I think he misplaced the song he had been working on for so long."

"I know it’s fine, but that doesn't mean I'm not frustrated.” Yoongi shrugs. 

“Fair.”

“Jungkook-ah,” Taehyung calls him, handing him the mic. “It’s your turn.”

“Okay, but only if Yoongi-ssi choses which song I’ll be singing.”

Yoongi freezes, eyes wide and fearful, pointing a finger at himself and asking, “Me?”

“Yes, you.” Jungkook grins. 

Jungkook realizes he must be deliriously tipsy. He isn’t usually this forward. At least he seems to finally be getting somewhere towards the friendly side with Min Yoongi. 

“It can be anything,” Jungkook adds with a shrug. “Your favorite song perhaps?”

“You probably don’t know it,” Yoongi whispers. 

“Can’t know if you don’t tell me,” Jungkook answers with a small smile, reaching for his glass of soju. 

“Forever rain, then.” Jungkook freezes mid-sip. He coughs, choking down on some soju. “Are you okay?” Yoongi asks, gently taking the cup from his hand. 

Jungkook nods silently, catching his breath. “Just… took me by surprise. Made me think of… nevermind. Yes, I know that song, obviously.” 

Jungkook picks up the tablet and clicks on the song, then a slow piano begins blaring over the speakers. Jungkook stands up. 

Jungkook raises the mic back to his mouth and begins to sing. After the first notes, Jungkook sees Yoongi’s expression soften considerably. As the song progresses, Jungkook forgets he’s even in the room with everyone, closing his eyes as he sings every note with precision. 

When the song ends, a waiter enters holding a tray of fried chicken, and that's his cue to stop singing.  

“Alright, I'm done for the night,” Jungkook jokes.

As the waiter closes the door, Jungkok returns to the couch, reaching for the bottle of soju. Because getting drunker is the obvious way to avoid thinking about that song and allowing his thoughts to drift towards Su—

“That was beautiful,” Yoongi says, snapping him out of his thoughts. Jungkook looks at him and smiles shyly. 

“Thank you.”

“No, really,” Yoongi insists, scratching the back of his neck like he wants to say more but just sighs as he drops his hand back onto his lap. “I mean, that song means a lot to me, lyrically speaking, and… your interpretation left me speechless. I didn’t know you could also sing.”

He’s never heard Min Yoongi talk for that long. He's never listened to Min Yoongi for that long. But Jungkook finds himself curious about what he has to say. There's definitely more to him than what he lets on. Definitely.

“Yes… I dabble…” Jungkook lets out. 

Yoongi nods, not insisting as everyone else would if they knew you were good at something but were hiding it. And Jungkook is grateful.

He hasn't talked much to Yoongi, but the few times he has left him with the impression of being with a long-lost friend. If you ignore the fact that he was more than a little attractive. Nonetheless, a long-time friend. An attractive long-time friend. Jungkook takes a sip of his soju. Yoongi may be more than a little attractive, with his long black hair and soft pale skin, and Jungkook is only now realizing it.

But he can't help but feel a pang of guilt in the back of his mind. 

//

When Jungkook wakes up in the morning the next day, he immediately grabs his phone. It had been a sleepless night. Jungkook's thoughts were racing at full speed, nonstop. 

Jungkook rests his phone on his chest and stares blankly at the illuminated stars on his ceiling before opening the message app. Who cares if he's still drunk from the night before as he types those messages? He's well aware that he doesn't make the best decisions when he's drunk.

JK [6:59]

hey 

about what i said the other dayy

its alright if you don’t wanna meet 

i think I got the hint 

but you caan at least tell me why 

Suga [7:00]

JK…

I’m sorry. 

JK [7:00]

that still doesn’t explain anything 

look it’s okay 

it’s reallyy fine 

you know i love talking to you

and i’m so glad we’re talking again 

but i cant just pretend that it’s not bothering me right? 

Suga [7:01]

I’m not the best in social situations. 

JK [7:02]

what do u mean 

Suga [7:03]

It's easy over text.  

But in real life it’s another story.

You wouldn’t even recognize me. 

I’m not like you probably think I am.  

JK [7:03]

hyung 

i don’t care 

Suga [7:03]

I do care, though.

JK [7:04]

hyung if that’s what ur afraid of,  i’m sure i’ll like you irl as well 

don’t u know me from all those years 

Suga [7:05]

Sorry. 

JK [7:06]

it’s fine 

thank you for clearing things up at least

Jungkook gives himself the rest of the morning to mope and wallow in pity. He’s a few hours late for work because he had to visit three different stores to get some hangover syrup. He senses something is wrong the moment he walks through the door into the unusually quiet office. Even through his haze, he can feel it.

He walks cautiously to his desk, shaking a strand of hair from behind his eyes. He scans the area around him before lowering himself into his seat. A high pitched giggle echoes in the distance, or perhaps closer, and it sounds just like Taehyung's. 

That's when it all comes together.

Jin's belongings are nowhere to be found in his studio, indicating that he has most likely moved out. Jungkook exhales deeply as he leans back in his chair. The day did not begin well, but this news alone made it a little better. 

"Hey," a voice, Yoongi's voice, says behind him, and Jungkook is startled to the point of hitting his knee on his desk.

“Fuck.”

“Sorry, I keep startling you,” Yoongi says, slowly approaching his desk. “I came so we could work a bit on our demo, adapt your lyrics or the prod, just to see what fits, you know,” Yoongi rambles. 

“Of course,” Jungkook says, sliding a chair next to his. Yoongi takes place and opens his laptop. 

There’s a moment of silence where Jungkook carefully chews his bottom lip, eyes flicking back and forth between Yoongi and his laptop, then finally over to Yoongi.

Jungkook takes a larger-than-necessary sip of his drink to gain a few seconds. "To be honest, today has been a bit of a down day for me." Jungkook pauses and picks at his nails. "So, I apologize in advance if I'm not reactive enough or... yeah. I'll do my best" Then he takes out his own notebook. 

Yoongi's silence causes him to turn his head, only to find him looking directly at him. Yoongi lowers his gaze as he licks his lips slowly.

“Actually, me too. So… no worries.” 

Jungkook smiles at him and Yoongi slowly smiles back, ducking his face. It’s shy, and it’s also the first time Jungkook actually sees a smile on his face. But now he wished Yoongi would smile more frequently. The way it brightens his face is endearing. 

Jungkook grins as he watches Yoongi read over the lyrics he scribbled down in his notebook those past days. Nothing else matters to Jungkook but the expression on Yoongi’s face. And when Yoongi lowers the notebook and silently hands it back to Jungkook, he knows he must like it.

“You’re amazing, have I said it before?” Yoongi asks bluntly with a laugh. And it’s so unexpected that Jungkook stills for a second, then slowly shakes his head. 

“Well, shit,” Jungkook lets out. “I thought you’d be really hard to please… you.. I don’t know, you just seem like a hard worker, aiming for perfection. I was getting ready to defend each of these lyrics from your critics, I guess,” Jungkook admits as Yoongi fell silent, scraping his thumbnail across his bottom lip repeatedly. 

“You’re right.” Yoongi runs a hand through his hair, then sighs. “But no need to contradict a work that is already very close to being perfect. I know how to stay humble.” He then gestures to the book in Jungkook’s hands. “You have a way with words that’s actually really familiar to me… it’s um.. a compliment.”

“Thank you.” Jungkook smiles. “Maybe you can let me hear the prod,” Jungkook adds. “And we can get inspiration for the melody.”

“Go,” Yoongi says, grabbing his computer mouse and searching for his file. “I’m—like, uh… still working on it. So there will be some opposite vibes, different—um, stuff. It’s still pretty rough, definitely a work-in-progress. But please look forward to it and—”

There’s a deep bass blaring through the speaker along with a rough voice rapping on that track. For a moment Jungkook is confused, but he lets himself listen to it and then his head whips towards the computer at the same time the song stops. But Jungkook tries to read as much as he can of the title on the screen before going cross-eyed.

“Sorry–that wasn’t—that was a solo project, I wasn’t supposed to open this one.”

Jungkook slumps back into his chair, eyes wide open. This voice. This rapping voice, he would recognize it anywhere. Anywhere. 

“It’s really good, Yoongi-ssi,” Jungkook assures him, trying to catch his eye to emphasize his sincerity. “Really good. Is it… yours?”

“Um, yeah. I’m just—”

Jungkook feels dumb for a second as everything makes sense in front of his eyes now. 

Min Yoongi who asked him to sing Forever rain on karaoke yesterday, the same song that Suga so deeply loves. Min Yoongi who lost his song that he’s been working on for days, the same way Suga unintentionally deleted his song. Min Yoongi who was sick the week before, strangely at the same time as Suga. Min Yoongi who never goes out with the team, but does, right after Jungkook told Suga he should go out with his team some day.

Jungkook stifles a chuckle, like he can’t even believe what he’s about to say. “You seem to be a man of many gifts,” he says, whispering like it’s a secret between them, “Suga.”

Yoongi’s head whips around so fast that his neck actually cracks. “What… ?” Yoongi stares at him in a state of disbelief, but Jungkook doesn't budge. Slowly, Yoongi seems to look at him, really look at him, then his mouth opens to form a little ‘o’.”

“JK?”

Not even four hours ago, Jungkook was wallowing in pity, sad that he’ll never get to meet Suga. And now here was Suga, also being Min Yoongi, and somehow being everything he’s ever imagined him being. 

Jungkook doesn’t say a word, stares directly into Yoongi’s eyes that seem far less vulnerable than a few minutes ago. Now, more than ever, he wanted to cry. He wanted to shake Yoongi and ask why, why he had thought that meeting him would ever be a bad idea.  

Without thinking twice about his gesture, Jungkook wraps his arms around Yoongi’s shoulders in a mixture of frustrated fury and overwhelming fondness blooming in the center of his chest. Yoongi wraps his arms around him as well, even though the position might be uncomfortable, and squeezes back. 

“I knew those lyrics seemed familiar,” Yoongi whispers and Jungkook detaches himself from him to directly look at him. At the slope of his nose, the blush on his cheeks, the shininess on his lips. He’s always found Min Yoongi attractive. But now that he knows Yoongi’s also the person he had feelings for in the past, and also the one he might be on his way to have feelings for again, it’s different. 

It can’t be anything but different. 

“Hyung. Did–did you know?” Jungkook asks. 

“No,” Yoongi breathes, shaking his head, eyes shining with worry. “I would’ve told you—I just— thought some things were familiar in you… that’s all. Now it makes sense.”

Jungkook lets out a clipped sigh, closing his eyes. He’s overwhelmed, but it’s all fleeting. How can he remain out of control when he can finally hold Yoongi like this? 

“I’m glad it’s you,” Jungkook whispers. “I’m so mad, but I’m so glad it’s you.”

“What?” Yoongi whispers back. 

“You really worried me when you told me you didn’t want to meet,” Jungkook admits, eyes glazing at his phone on the desk for a second before looking back at Yoongi. “But you have nothing to be afraid of, Hyung. I’m so glad you’re you.”

“But you probably think I’m—”

“I think you’re great. And I stand by what I said previously, through texts to Suga, and in real life to Min Yoongi. They’re the same person and I’m not disappointed. How–how could you…” Jungkook shakes his head in disbelief. He can’t wrap his mind around what went through Yoongi’s mind to ever think he’d be a disappointment. 

Before Yoongi can respond, Taehyung emerges from his closet, which is located behind Yoongi. He hears a soft 'ouch!' and then Seokjin's face appears from the darkness of the closet's interior.

They both look awful. Hair is a mess, sticking up in all directions. Lips pink and shiny, shirts wrinkled. Jungkook almost wants to look away because the scene in front of him implies that something explicit happened in his closet. HIS CLOSET. 

Taehyung’s eyes are wild and terrified, and Yoongi is looking just as shocked to be honest. 

“So… yes… this is… what you guys think it is.”

Jungkook raises a brow. “Not even going to deny it?”

“Nope.” Taehyung emphasizes the ‘p’ then grabs Seokjin's hand to walk out of the studio. “We didn’t hear anything of what you guys were saying by the way, bye.”

“Me neither,” Jungkook says, then repeats. “Me neither? That’s weird how did—”

“Seokjin hyung isn't really a screamer,” Yoongi replies, then freezes on the spot while Jungkook frowns. 

“How do… you know that piece of information?”

“They were in MY closet yesterday.”

“Fuck. Of course.”

//

Against all odds, Jungkook has not yet run away from his office. The moment he looks away from RM’s face to look at his thighs could be his death, though. Don't look down, don't look down. Pull it together. 

“RM… You're… in my studio?” Jungkook asks. 

Jungkook is so startled by the fact that RM is standing in his studio that he doesn’t even know how to act. Namjoon looks mildly terrified of his surroundings, and who could blame him honestly, when from the corridor they could see a screaming Jimin running after Taehyung. 

“Call me Namjoon,” Namjoon says plainly with a breathy laugh, and that’s when Jungkook finally snaps out of it. He inhales sharply, comes out from behind his desk, and then bows to Namjoon ninety degrees.

Namjoon laughs, taking another step away from the door. It’s then that Jungkook's face splits into a radiant smile, and he bows again.

Yoongi coughs in his fist from his position on the couch, catching everyone’s attention in the room. There’s something jarring about the way Yoongi is looking at him. It makes him feel completely exposed, but not in a bad way. 

Yoongi has been frequently seen with Jungkook at his studio since a few weeks ago. The two quickly became inseparable, not only because of their friendly affinity, which they already knew, but also because of their professional affinity, which was unexpected but very much welcomed. 

“I really hope I didn’t interrupt,” Namjoon says with sincerity. Jungkook shakes his head.

“It’s fine. I was just brainstorming with—” he trails off as Yoongi interrupts him. 

“—We were working.”

Jungkook looks at Yoongi with wide eyes, then back at Namjoon in panic. “It’s fine, Namjoon-ssi. You can take a seat.”

Namjoon nods, pursing his lips. Then he lets out a little breath, as he sits down. “I won’t be long, I just wanted to thank you for your hard work until now. Hoseok sent me some demos and I was pleasantly surprised.” Namjoon says breathily, eyes sparkling in wonderment.

“Oh?” Jungkook’s eyes smile before it reaches his lips. “That’s—”

“Thank you,” Yoongi deadpans, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“And you have a nice voice Jungkook-ssi,” Namjoon continues in a soft voice, like he isn’t quite sure how much he should divulge. Yoongi snickers loudly and crosses one leg over the other. 

“Just nice? He could totally be an Idol,” Yoongi argues, squinting his eyes. 

Jungkook raises an eyebrow at him. “I’m doing much better as a songwriter,” he says in a dismissive fashion with a shrug.

“No, he’s right.” Namjoon gives Jungkook a lopsided smile. “You clearly have something. I didn’t mean to downplay it.”

“Yeah,” Yoongi lets out, lips pursed, and Jungkook’s jaw drops in disbelief.

“Namjoon-ssi, it’s okay. You did nothing wrong, really.”

“Alright, then” Namjoon stands up, and Jungkook rockets to his feet as well. “I really appreciate your work, I’ll leave you to it, then. Thank you. I really like your piercings by the way.” 

“Ah. Thanks,” Jungkook says, rather proud as he touches his lip piercing with the tip of his fingers while Namjoon walks away. “It was nice to meet you. I really am a huge fan.”

Jungkook stares after his broad, retreating figure so intently that he almost forgets Yoongi’s still in the room. Jungkook turns around to glare at him. 

“Hyung! You didn’t have to be so impolite.”

Far from looking intimidated, Yoongi looks extremely pleased, and shrugs. “He was being unprofessional.”

Jungkook chews his lip in frustration, trying for a few moments to formulate a counterargument. “Yoongi Hyung, I adore you, but you were acting like a second-grade boy just a moment ago”

Yoongi shoots him a skeptical look. 

“You’d never talk to Namjoon like that, you’re a fan too, that is unless…” Jungkook mumbles under his breath, cocking his head to the side. “Unless…You... He... He’s the one you have a crush on... Look…"

It would be a lie to say that Jungkook did not consider this mysterious crush more than once. He initially assumed it was Jimin, who checks all the boxes: he is a member of the team and is embarrassed by Yoongi. But now that he'd seen Yoongi acting like a child in front of Namjoon, it seemed much more likely that it’s him.

Yoongi snarls in disgust. “No. He’s not– No way. He is an enemy.”

Jungkook squints his eyes in thought. “Enemy?”

“Fuck. Why… does it have to be you?” Yoongi whispers to himself, running a hand down his face.  

“What are you talking about?” Jungkook asks evenly, trying to ignore the unpleasant sensation of blood draining from his face.

“It’s you. I like you… a stupid amount.”

Jungkook scoffs. “You’re saying that like it’s obvious.”

Yoongi blinks at him thrice in a row, like Jungkook’s grown two heads. “You’re still scolding me after I’m telling you that I like you?”

“Yes,” Jungkook insists, crossing his arms on his chest, and Yoongi looks confused as hell. “And I like you too.”

“Jesus Christ,” Seokjin despairs, stopping by the entrance of Jungkook’s studio. “Me getting with Taehyung was less dramatic than whatever you two are doing.”

“Fuck off, Hyung,” Yoongi lets out and Seokjin gasps in outrage. 

“Don't be surprised if something ever happens inside your closet again,” he lets out while walking away. 

“Don’t you dare.”

There’s kind of a stillness that hangs in the air, like when someone reveals things to another, but none of them acknowledge them. 

Yoongi is always quick to joke around with Jungkook, but at the same time, he’s the sincerest person ever. And if he isn't wrong, Yoongi is just as sincere as he is right now. 

Jungkook proceeds to his couch with caution, sitting down next to Yoongi while running a hand through his wavy hair. He feels immensely unsettled that he doesn’t know what to say, but his heart tells him to at least be close to Yoongi. So, he does. 

“Shouldn’t you be asking questions?” Yoongi asks, looking confused. 

“I think I’ve connected the dots.”

“You didn’t connect shit.”

“I did. I’m the coworker you have a crush on, am I right?” Jungkook says and Yoongi immediately lowers his head. "Hey, I told you I liked you, have you forgotten?" Jungkook gently places a hand on his lap and squeezes it. “I am in fact head over heels for Suga, and since it’s you…”

“What about… Min Yoongi? What did you think of him?” he asks in a whisper.  

“Cute eyes, nice smile, beautiful ass—” Jungkook stops when Yoongi slaps his thigh playfully. 

“You’re ridiculous,” Yoongi says, looking away, blush blooming on his cheeks. 

“Would you have coffee with me, Hyung?” Jungkook asks, he doesn’t remember ever being this straightforward, but he knows how much time he lost spent pining over Suga, and now that everything’s within reach, there was no time to lose. “I can also show you some of my lyrics I’ve been working on…”

“Of course. Whatever you want.”

Jungkook swallows, unable to tear his eyes away from Yoongi’s slightly parted lips. His hand slides further up on his thighs until one reaches the back of his neck and the other cups the side of his face. Yoongi leans in first and before Jungkook realizes it, he’s leaving a soft peck on his lips. And it’s all Jungkook ever dreamed of.