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“yoon, macaroons for you too?”

yoongi looked up from his phone and nodded in jungkook’s direction, with the sweetest smile on his face.

ah yes, jungkook. his popular hunk of a boyfriend who was currently buying little treats for the two of them. they had started dating two months back, the story being quite a typical college sweethearts’ tale. the two met at a college party and had crossed paths via mutual friends, and yoongi’s poor little heart was instantly drawn to this well-admired young man. fortunately for him, he caught jungkook’s eye as well. and so the story goes.

yoongi hadn’t been in a lot of relationships before, but he knew this one was his ‘endgame,’ if at all such a thing even existed. jungkook was this charismatic, near-perfect law student who was extremely popular amongst the ladies, he had a whole troop of jocks to back him up anytime anywhere, he was good at everything and you know- the works. whereas yoongi, yoongi was this lovely, intelligent political science major with his own little set of friends from almost all the other departments. he was popular amongst the ladies as well, but the only difference was that yoongi didn’t indulge them and well- jungkook had his fun here and there (before yoongi happened of course).

now here’s the thing, yoongi didn’t exactly know how to respond to the question that jungkook had posed to him around three days back. and he knew he was getting all this confectionary as a bribe, but he thought it was cute. jungkook was cute. they went on fun dates, sleepovers, had study nights, did almost everything together, and they were happy. yoongi truly was happy.

come home to busan with me? meet my family and friends and all that, you know?

please?

and he really, really wanted to go. he trusted jungkook with his entire life, yes it was kind of naive for him to just fall so hard and easy in just a period of two months, but he knew that it was reciprocated. and the fact that jungkook wanted him to meet his own people, yeah that made him feel giddy in a way that he couldn’t even describe.

his boyfriend made his way towards him with a bag full of sweet delicacies. yoongi took the cue and rose from the table, extending his hand for jungkook to hold as they exited the little confectionary store.

xxx

“really?!”

jungkook pulled yoongi by the waist with a wide grin spread across his features, his fingers laced behind the small of yoongi’s back. “so we’re really going?”

yoongi smiled as he raised himself up on his toes to place a small kiss on jungkook’s nose, “yeah, i always want to see you like this.”

jungkook furrowed his brows inquisitively, “like what?”

to which the shorter man cupped jungkook’s face and squished it a little, eyes twinkling with love and admiration as he pecked him on that still-confused ‘o’ of a mouth of his, “like this, happy.”

“you’re sure right? i mean i really don’t want to force you into this. it’s just that my parents have been bugging me,” jungkook rolled his eyes and sighed as he continued, “they’ve been dying to meet you, to meet ‘my baby’ you see,” he winked right at the man trapped in his arms.

yoongi bit his lower lip as he smiled softly, a blush slowly rising on his pale cheeks. he playfully punched jungkook’s chest and placed his palms on his (very built) shoulders, “i love you, of course i can take an hour’s flight for you. besides, um,” he paused and looked down at his feet, peeking up at jungkook through his lashes and muttered a low, “kinda feels domestic.”

jungkook giggled. i think we can all agree that shy yoongi.

xxx

the plane landed right at 4:00 p.m. and by 4:15, yoongi was being squished by multiple people all at once.

“okay, okay! let him breathe, let me introduce him first geez,” jungkook’s voice boomed through the tiny terminal.

he was finally let go of and so began the niceties. he could easily tell jungkook’s parents apart from the five other men who were seemingly over-excited about this entire affair.

“this is min yoongi, my boyfriend. and yoongi, this is my mom,” jungkook pointed towards a gentle, polished looking lady who smiled and bowed back at yoongi, “my dad,” he gestured towards a tall man with a smile as bright as jungkook’s, “and of course, my best friends,” with that, the five men waved all at once, quite enthusiastically so to say.

“so ‘busan’s playboy’ has finally settled on one huh?” a relatively short man with plump lips and black hair set perfectly spoke up, smirking right at the couple. jungkook rolled his eyes and patted the man’s shoulder, “shut the fuck up, chim. yoongi? this is jimin.”

within no time, yoongi learnt that the tall, smart man with glasses was namjoon, the tanned, pretty looking man with a deep voice was taehyung, the extremely beautiful (like on god he could star in a k-drama) man who seemed to be the most sensible was seokjin and the man in bright, colourful clothes (hypebeast for sure) whose smile could light up an entire room was hoseok.

they all seemed very close-knit, which is what yoongi sort of envied. just what does it take to have friends who’re practically a part of your family?

and he’s definitely going to ask jungkook about this entire ‘busan’s playboy’ thing, fishy ass punk that one.

on their way to the cars, taehyung hopped a little faster and threw an arm around yoongi’s neck with a large grin on his face, “sooo buddy, can i call you yoon too?”

yoongi gave him a coy little smile (so jungkook really talks about yoongi?), “yeah, of course. what do i call you?”

“tae or tete!”

xxx

jungkook’s house was…well, his mansion was absolutely huge and beautifully decorated. yoongi swore he’d never seen jungkook act like he owned a place like this, in a humble way of course. everyone had busied themselves around the dinner table so yoongi decided to pop into the kitchen to lend a hand to ms. jeon.

“yoongi!” she half-squealed half-exclaimed, “what are you doing dear?”

“um, i just- i thought i’d help you out,” he smiled softly at the kind lady and proceeded to gesture towards the spread of warm food waiting to be put out on the table.

“oh why thank you darling!”

“no, thank you for hosting me, you have a lovely home!”

“ahem,” hoseok walked into the kitchen almost like it was his own house and gently hugged ms. jeon with his chin on her shoulder, “yoongi, you can chat her up later, let’s get the food outside,” and so they started bringing the dishes out together.

yoongi wanted to feel like he was no guest, he wanted to be a part of everything just as much as everyone else was. maybe it was a little wishful and selfish of him, how could he just fit into a huge family like this one? but so far so good. he felt at home, and he felt at ease around jungkook’s parents and friends. he was feeling giddy with happiness, his boyfriend had actually brought him back home, this was real.

once everyone had settled around the table, jungkook raised his glass and announced a toast, “to my wonderful partner, yoongi.” obviously, there were five people audibly hooting and whistling to this. and yoongi? he simply blushed and bit his lower lip in response, clearly feeling all sorts of butterflies in his tummy for jungkook.

“so yoongi,” jungkook’s father started, “i heard you’re a politics major? up for a chat about the country sometime?”

“sure sir!” he giggled, “mind you, i might have some radical views though.”

“i’m open to all child, i’m glad you’re a man of strong opinions.”

jimin huddled a little closer to namjoon and nudged his arm, “psst listen, i’m getting a feeling,” and with a Serious Business Face, namjoon replied, “me too.”

to which, of course, hoseok shoved his face between the two with no intentions of letting either of them have their personal space and asked, “what’s the tea?”

namjoon rolled his eyes and spoke in a soft whisper, “this yoongi guy, seems too good for our dumbass jungkook.”

“are we sure jungkook’s not…he’s not playing right?” jimin was actually concerned at this point, jungkook never brought anyone back home to meet his parents and now that he finally had, he really hoped this was real. besides, yoongi really seemed like a sweetheart, it’d be a shame if jungkook fucks it up.

“i think we need to watch out for this smol little boy.”

“he’s a fully-grown man, hobi.”

“tell tae and jinnie that we’re on a Yoongi Protection mission now.” the three of them fist bumped as though they were really about to go to war for this guy.

“what are you guys discussing in your own little corner huh?” seokjin casually asked while the three broke up from their little huddle as if they had been caught in the middle of some fishy business.

“we’re just talking about how you’re a dick,” jimin poked his tongue out at seokjin, giggling at the little cough that ms. jeon let out.

the party wrapped up quite early and yoongi was now trailing jungkook as his awkwardness started creeping in. he was about to tug on jungkook’s sleeve and that’s right when ms. jeon barged in (much to yoongi’s relief, surprisingly) and interjected, “yoongi dear, feel free to rest in jungkook’s room! i know it’s unfair to lovebirds if-”

“mom!” jungkook widened his eyes as ms. jeon chuckled a little and hurried off before her son could speak further. he laced his fingers with yoongi’s and dragged him along to his room.

yoongi felt all tingly from within, his boyfriend (who was lovely as ever) brought him back to his home, to his family and friends, and was actually inviting yoongi into his actual bedroom, his home. it still made him feel giddy, this was a big step- at least for him.

jungkook’s room felt just like him. roomy, not too crowded with things, his gaming apparatus set up perfectly, and polaroid pictures littered all over the walls. it was pretty and neat, and it funnily reminded him of jungkook’s hands, the way they were always clean and his nails trimmed, always so gentle on yoongi and perfectly rough when they needed to be.

and before he even knew it, he was sitting on the edge of jungkook’s bed with the door locked and a very eager jungkook kneeling in front of him.

“kookoo,” yoongi took in a shaky breath as he cupped jungkook’s head, whose mouth was currently working on his collarbones, spit-slick lips gliding along the pale skin. jungkook was relentless, the minute he heard yoongi whisper his name like that he pressed in harder and peppered soft kisses running up from his collarbone to his neck, sneaking in little licks and dragging his tongue along the vein in yoongi’s neck as he noticed the shorter’s breath getting faster, uneven.

“please…koo?”

“please what, baby?” without even looking up, jungkook slowly spread yoongi’s legs apart sliding his palms up those pretty, thick thighs.

“mmnf- p-please just,” yoongi gasped a little as he felt jungkook’s hands reaching the top of his thighs, right at the juncture between his torso and limbs. his fingers tightened within the nest of jungkook’s hair, heat rapidly spreading all across his body.

“say it.”

yoongi suddenly grabbed jungkook’s face and cupped it, putting an abrupt end to his ministrations. he slid off the bed and sat exactly the way the other was, perched up on his knees. with barely any space between the two, he placed a kittenish lick over jungkook’s lips and breathed into his mouth, “googie, take me.”

and the night was theirs.

xxx

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he opened his eyes to a flushed, puffy faced jungkook smiling at him, looking pretty as ever. yoongi was so, so in love. the entire “i want to wake up next to you” thing always made him feel some kind of way, and here he was, living it with none other than the ever perfect jungkook. yoongi never had any complaints from him, he loved it when jungkook wiped his wet hands on yoongi’s shirt, he even loved it when jungkook coughed without covering his mouth on purpose- just to annoy yoongi, he loved everything he did.

“morning, baby.”

yoongi shifted closer to him in response, throwing an arm over his tiny (yum) waist and nuzzling his face in the crook of his neck.

he was really here. in jungkook’s actual home. waking up next to him. what more could yoongi ever ask for?

jungkook returned the gesture by pulling the other in closer. with his chin resting on top of yoongi’s messy hair, he softly asked, “breakfast?”

“mmph,” yoongi shook his head and buried in further, refusing to let go of jungkook anytime soon, to which the latter chuckled a little, “yoonie, you’re a baby.”

“nghh- your baby,” he mumbled back.

they finally let go of each other (quite reluctantly, which was no big surprise). yoongi winced as he sat up, “ow fuck.”

jungkook turned back to give him a little smirk, “aww yoongi, weren’t you the one begging for more?”

yoongi’s face lit up like a stop signal. he threw a pillow right at a giggling jungkook’s face, feeling slightly embarrassed because well…jungkook wasn’t wrong.

xxx

“we’re crashing here tonight.” seokjin casually piped in. the plan was to have a small party in the evening at the jeon household, guests were coming from all parts of south korea just to get a chance to mingle with mr. and ms. jeon. the whole affair seemed like a big deal to yoongi, but to jungkook it was another casual dinner at his place, and apparently to his best friends too.

“that’s a given,” jimin rolled his eyes and made himself comfortable on the kitchen counter, digging into an apple as he nonchalantly scrolled through his messages.

jungkook sighed and shook his head in faux exasperation. he loved his friends, he really did. they weren’t blood related, but it felt like they were. he found comfort in the way they just made themselves at home, the familiarity of it all soothed him.

and yoongi knew this. he loved jungkook even more for it. sometimes, yoongi felt like maybe he wasn’t giving jungkook enough space or was too clingy, too ‘in love’, but the latter always reassured him whenever he needed it. deeper and deeper, there was no end.

the party started around 7 pm, people poured in with gifts, dressed in fancy clothes. the affluence around yoongi was quite evident, and honestly, a little overwhelming as well. he excused himself to go use the washroom (not really, he just wanted to escape for a smoke break).

he walked up the steps to head to their room and halted midway as he heard two people talking (arguing?) in hushed tones. he could see their silhouettes on the flight above, and one of them was certainly jungkook. the other was…seokjin?

no, he shouldn’t do this. he shouldn’t eavesdrop like this on jungkook but- but he couldn’t fight the feeling that was resting in his gut. something didn’t feel right and maybe it wasn’t yoongi’s place to even know about it, but this could be his little secret. well, we’re not all good now are we?

“does he know?”

“about what?”

“that you’re not serious about him, obviously?”

“hyung, it’s not a big deal. i’m probably going to end it in a month or so, it won’t last longer. and anyway, you just met him it’s none of your concern, calm down.”

“calm down?! jungkook, you might’ve been doing this with other people but yoongi is a good man. don’t hurt him like this.”

“it’s not going to matter, i’m sure he’ll get over it.”

“this is wrong, kook.”

“you don’t even know him that well-“

“i know him well enough to know that you’re not worthy…”

suddenly yoongi’s throat felt tight, like it was being choked with barbed wires, his vision blurry, his lungs too heavy with realisation and pain. this was a big, big mistake. he backtracked his steps and climbed down, tears rolling down his cheeks as he tried to process the entire situation. there was so much to unpack and barely any space or time to do so. what the fuck was he supposed to do now? tell jungkook that he eavesdropped and knows everything and then what? jungkook leaves. or does he just stay silent and be with jungkook while having the knowledge that ‘busan’s playboy’ hadn’t mended his fucking ways.

he didn’t know what felt worse, the fact that jungkook could’ve been flirting around with (or fucking or whatever) other people while keeping yoongi in the dark or the fact that yoongi was so pathetically in love that he still couldn’t bring himself to hate jungkook. it felt messed up, wrong. yoongi had been wronged. but what the fuck could he even do. nah, he needed a break. a long, damned break.

he walked out of the house, ensuring that nobody sees him leave, and kept walking straight ahead in his nightclothes with nothing but his phone and wallet in his pockets. where was he going? no idea. what was he going to do? no idea again. but did he want to be alone? yes.

he couldn’t see clearly; the streetlights looked a little too dim through his teary eyes. his feet hurt with all the walking and he had no clue where he was, but he knew one thing for sure- he wanted to get away. what the fuck was he going to do in the middle of nowhere in a town that he barely had a clue about? go back sobbing to jungkook’s friends? to the friends of the very man who fucked everything up? his head was spinning and he felt nauseous, his entire body feeling as though ants were crawling all over him, and it seemed like the irritating sensation was here to stay. yoongi was a wreck, a sobbing mess with a head full of nonsensical thoughts, annoying thoughts, things he didn’t want to know. maybe he should’ve just walked away, maybe he should’ve just been happy in his oblivion. but the reality is harsher, and he spotted the perfect place to drown his sorrows away.

yoongi sauntered into the bar with heavy steps. the place looked shady, but it was crowded and all yoongi needed right then was to get lost within that sea of bodies. he wordlessly climbed up a barstool and through the mess of tears and snot, he ordered a neat whiskey, single malt- just the way he liked it.

it’s not like yoongi hadn’t faced heartbreak before, actually he wouldn’t even call this heartbreak, but for some reason it hurt more than ever before. he harboured nothing but love for jungkook and these feelings of anger and contempt felt so…foreign. they didn’t seem to be right; they didn’t seem to fit with jungkook’s bright bunny smile, his gentle kisses or the feeling of his fingertips lightly running across yoongi’s face. it felt new in a terrible, upsetting way. could it really be true?

he gulped down the fifth glass, bottoms up with the liquid directly hitting his throat, feeling that harsh burn just to distract himself. he wasn’t a lightweight but the mix of all those tears and alcohol made him feel weak, his body numb and fingers impuissant.

“need some company?”

yoongi tried to focus his gaze on the person who was addressing him- an unknown face, he slurred a soft “maybe” and let his head fall onto his palm, resting his elbow on the table.

“may i?” the man gestured towards the barstool next to yoongi’s, who nodded in response, “so, are you from around here?”

“no, i’m here with my- with a friend.”

“oh? and your friend’s house is around, i’m guessing.”

“yeah.”

the man tapped the counter and gestured for two plain whiskeys, smiling as he turned back to look at yoongi, who was pretty much half asleep. he shifted his stool closer, knees brushing against yoongi’s and rested a light hand at the small of his waist.

“mmph?” yoongi struggled to sit up straight, but somehow managed to. he felt uncomfortable, but he wasn’t averse to the idea of letting someone flirt and play with him a little. fuck jungkook, right? except, what if this random man ended up being some junkie who’d spike his drink and kidnap him or something- even if he looked too polished to be of that kind. but yoongi wanted to understand, get his head straight first.

sit up goddamnit.

the man spoke up, “maybe i could drop you back whenever you’re ready to leave?” he flashed a bright grin, his hand trailing along yoongi’s spine.

this is not good.

“baby, let’s go home.” yoongi felt the familiarity of an arm wrapping itself around his shoulder. huh?

jungkook glowered at the man and immediately detached his hand from yoongi’s back, holding the drunk one protectively. yoongi let his head drop onto jungkook’s chest, mumbling something unintelligible while the other tried to get him off the stool. the random man took the hint and raised his glass at jungkook, smirking and shaking his head as he walked off.

a wave of fresh air hit yoongi right in the face the minute they stepped out of the bar, clearing his head a little. his eyes refocussed and oh- he was clinging onto jungkook for dear life. fuck no.

he elbowed jungkook in a swift motion, “fucking let go of me!”

jungkook stumbled backwards in surprise, not quite understanding why yoongi would behave this way. usually, drunk yoongi would nuzzle in the crook of jungkook’s neck while the latter would carry him around, communicating in nothing but soft whispers and giggles. but this- this seemed so off-putting.

“why did you drag me out, huh? why don’t you just leave me alone?” yoongi slurred, his pitch getting higher as if he was on the verge of tears.

“yoon, that guy was trying to-“

“why do you care?!” yoongi stomped in rage, tugging at his hair. his inebriated state just made everything worse, he truly didn’t comprehend how to deal with this mess. he really, really wanted to be left alone for goddamn once.

“because it’s me, jungkook?”

“fuck you.”

jungkook watched the other walk away, and even though he couldn’t see his face, he knew his cheeks were covered with saline tears. maybe he should just let him be for tonight, there could be something else bothering him. but he’s never been so hostile towards jungkook, then why the sudden unpleasant reaction?

why do you care?!

the stinging voice was ringing through his head, and why did he care? why did he feel this sudden urge to rip that man’s hand away from yoongi? why did he feel nauseous when he saw someone else trying to get cosy with yoongi? this was new, nobody had ever dared to get so close to him, or maybe this was just the first time jungkook was getting to witness it.

was jungkook jealous of all things? he quickened his steps, fists clenched. he needed to get his head clear, maybe he was the one in need of a drink. wasn’t jungkook talking about how nonchalant he was with yoongi just a while back? then why this terrible, sickening feeling of wanting to keep yoongi close, all for himself. he was definitely going crazy.

or could it be…?

xxx

yoongi tiptoed back inside the house, making sure he wasn’t seen by the guests (or by jungkook’s parents especially) and headed for the terrace, hoping for a silent smoke, hoping to get his head straight.

but of course, luck was definitely not on his side tonight.

he faltered in his steps as he spotted namjoon, hoseok and taehyung already huddled together. without any second thought, he turned on his heel ready to head back inside. but what he didn’t realise in his inebriated state was that he had already been spotted.

“hey yoongi! join us for a smoke!”

“fuck,” he softly muttered under his breath as he turned around to plaster a smile on his face, “oh thank you, but maybe later.”

taehyung rolled his eyes and marched towards him while stomping his feet like a petulant child, “come on,” and before he could even gather his bearings, yoongi was being dragged to the other two.

hoseok smirked and punched yoongi’s shoulder, “so you disappeared and now you’re reeking of alcohol, fun night huh?” he laughed, which echoed through yoongi’s head. everything seemed so overwhelming, he smiled in response and pulled out a cigarette which was immediately lit up by namjoon. they seemed so nice and friendly, yoongi shouldn’t even be here, yoongi wasn’t needed, he wasn’t wanted either. these weren’t his friends, these were people under the impression that he was their best friend’s lover. which was no longer true. he had to tell them, he had to leave. but how?

“man you’re sloshed,” taehyung observed as he watched yoongi closely, his lips curling into a playful smile.

“yeah, I kinda- had to,” yoongi took a drag and tried his best to not think of jungkook’s arm around him, the familiarity of it all, and the fact that it was all a lie.

don’t cry don’t cry don’t cry…

namjoon furrowed his brows, “jungkook did something, didn’t he?”

there was a long silence. yoongi simply looked at namjoon with tears already welling up in his eyes, “no,” his voice wavered as if he was choking on something.

“fucking jungkook I swear I will-,” hoseok angrily muttered and flicked the long put out filter.

yoongi took a deep breath in and smiled at them, “he’s your friend, i’m not going to talk ill about him. i’ll be leaving tomorrow, it was great meeting you all.”

“who’s leaving what?” jimin walked up to the small group, his face laced with an expression of concern.

“no. you’re not,” taehyung ignored jimin and turned towards yoongi, his voice steady and loud, again echoing in yoongi’s already spinning head.

jimin snatched the half burnt cigarette out of taehyung’s hand and took a long drag, “what did he do this time,” he sighed, clearly fed up with his best friend’s habits.

“it’s really not a big deal, i was just dumb that’s it. he’s not at fault.” was he? did jungkook really fuck up or was it just yoongi who had too many expectations? maybe it was yoongi’s fault that he took it seriously, maybe he should’ve read the signs. nobody ever stays and yoongi knew that. his relationship with jungkook really turned out to be too good to be true.

“yoongi!” seokjin called out from behind. he jogged up to the group, panting a little. “are you okay?”

“huh?” yoongi was just as confused as the rest of them.

“i um- jungkook just got back home. he uh, he told me what happened. he doesn’t know it but…you heard him us talking right? i mean jungkook and i, our conversation about uh, about you. because that’s exactly when you disappeared.”

yoongi felt physically numb at this point, he didn’t want to hold back, not for jungkook’s friends, not for anyone. his ears were ringing and his mouth was dry, little saline teardrops trailed down his cheeks as he simply nodded in response, gulping audibly.

“jin, you better open your fucking mouth right now,” namjoon’s voice boomed, almost scaring the rest of them. and seokjin obliged. after he was done narrating the entire story, right from the exchange between jungkook and him to the drunk outlash in front of the bar, they all fell silent. almost as if they had understood, they pulled out a cigarette each and lit it up, solemnly staring at the ground lost deep in their thoughts.

taehyung didn’t know how to feel. he’d taken a liking to sweet little yoongi and he felt hurt on his behalf, he empathised with him. taehyung was the kind of person to let love take over, so he understood exactly what yoongi was going through. even though yoongi wasn’t saying it, the pain was written all over his face. he knew that yoongi didn’t even completely blame jungkook, which was the worst part, because he knew they all did exactly that, including taehyung. goddamn the bigshot player.

namjoon felt deceived. like he’d been robbed of a wonderful dream. namjoon loved his friends to the extent that he always wanted the best for them. he always wanted to make sure that jungkook was happy, no matter what he did to other people in the process. but this time around, it felt like jungkook had hurt them instead. this was the only time all of them had genuinely believed that jungkook had finally met someone he truly loved, and it showed. at least they thought it showed.

hoseok wasn’t annoyed, or hurt. he was concerned, for both yoongi and jungkook. hoseok knew how to read people, and the second he’d seen the two of them together, he knew that they were in love. except that jungkook just didn’t know it yet, and yoongi did. he was concerned because jungkook needed to grow and face his emotions in a mature manner instead of pushing them away, he needed to see for himself- to understand himself. as for yoongi, he felt that the man was too nice to actually do something about this, he’d probably just take the blame and let go. but nah, they were going to stop that from happening.

jimin’s mind was filled with angry, racing thoughts. he had been jungkook’s closest mate since they were literal babies, and jimin didn’t mind jungkook playing around with people. jungkook had hurt people in the past but jimin didn’t really care except this time, this time he was expecting him to be real with someone for once. but as it turns out, he couldn’t even be true to the nicest man that jimin (and therefore, jungkook) had probably met in his life. fucking ‘busan’s playboy.’

and seokjin? he felt more than sorry, he felt- guilty? in a way. to him it was like he was a part of something that hurt someone, and that someone was unfortunately yoongi. he didn’t approve of jungkook’s habits because he knew he’d wrong people in the process, but he never stopped loving or supporting him as his best friend. it was jungkook’s choice yes, he was free to do as he pleased, but this time it felt weird. this time, it felt like even jungkook was hurting, and he just didn’t know it.

“yoongi,” he spoke up, “please stay a little longer.”

“what? why”

seokjin hadn’t really thought of an excuse so he simply blurted out, “uh your plane tickets?” to which yoongi furrowed his brows in confusion and responded, “yeah i’ll get them preponed?”

namjoon sighed, “god, you’re so bad at this jinnie. yoongi,” he turned to face the man he was addressing, “what he means is, we aren’t just jungkook’s friends, we’d like to spend some time with you as well. jungkook’s parents…”

oh of course. yoongi had almost forgotten about them. how would they feel if yoongi just ran away from their house on the second day itself, having fought with their only son?

“but i’m no longer going to be with jungkook-“

“yoongi,” jimin sternly interjected, “i know for a fact that jungkook wants you to stay as well. please stay.”

did he? did he even want yoongi?

“i-if jungkook wants me to, maybe i will.” because yoongi was fucking stupid, and still in love.

xxx

the party got over pretty late, yoongi had washed up and gathered himself before heading back to the crowd with the rest of them, seeing the guests off alongside ms. jeon. he didn’t want to see jungkook, not for a while at least, but of course he didn’t have a choice there.

(and they were roommates.)

he headed to jungkook’s room for a shower, at least he could hide there for a bit.

meanwhile, the five friends had already cornered jungkook, their expressions stern and disappointed.

“what?”

seokjin looked at a half-confused, half-pissed off jungkook, “yoongi knows about- what we talked about earlier. that’s why he reacted like that.”

“and?”

“and? and you gotta fucking do something about it,” jimin angrily muttered through his gritted teeth, “yoongi hasn’t done shit to you, and we really thought this time you were serious about someone for goddamned once but it turns out-“

“it turns out what?” jungkook yelled back, “that i haven’t changed my ways? so fucking what if i don’t stay with someone for too long?”

namjoon sighed and motioned towards jungkook to lower his voice, “jungkook, he’s in love with you.”

“that’s not my fault. now may i please be excused fucking dads for fuck’s sake.” and without waiting for any response, jungkook stormed off.

jimin rolled his eyes and looked at the other four, “now what?”

namjoon turned towards seokjin and said, “jinnie, aren’t you usually the smart one?”

“i’m honestly at a loss here,” seokjin replied in a sad sounding voice.

taehyung huffed and clapped his hands once, “i have an idea but you all have to promise not to judge me.”

“at this point, anything works. Mission Protecc Yoongi,” jimin replied.

“we can collectively make jungkook realise what he’s missing out on, by uh- by making him jealous?”

jimin burst out laughing, “you really think jungkook will care?”

“i do. i really do think he will,” hoseok piped in, “i bet my ass, jungkook will make him stay.”

“how’re you so sure?”

“he’s fallen for yoongi, obviously. I know it for a fact. and you all will see,” hoseok adamantly made his statement and waited for the rest to approve of the idea.

namjoon shrugged, “i’m cool with this,” and seokjin followed up with, “yeah same. i’m on board with this.”

xxx

jungkook slammed the door behind him only to be met with yoongi stepping out of the shower, looking like a deer caught in the headlights.

“yoongi.”

“jungkook.”

yoongi proceeded to act like nothing was wrong, busying himself in putting his things together, packing up immediately (right in front of jungkook, yes he was making a statement).

“what are you doing?”

“well can’t you see? i’m packing?”

“why?”

“i leave tomorrow.”

jungkook suddenly felt his heart drop (why?), his head screamed don’t care but his heart said otherwise. not knowing what took over him, he blurted out a loud, “stay.”

yoongi whipped his head around and huffed in annoyance, “i’m not going to waste your or my time anymore.” of course he put up a strong front, but a larger part of him was happy knowing that jungkook wanted his company at least. yoongi felt pathetic, being in love sucked and that’s on that.

jungkook gulped (why was he choking up?), “please stay. i just- you needn’t stay with me, just stay with us a little longer. i brought you here for a holiday, at least stay as a friend.”

“pfft. ‘friends’, right.” he wanted to say yes so, so bad. but he couldn’t be weak, not right now. not in front of him.

“just stay. that’s all, please?”

how could yoongi say no to those oh-so-charming eyes sparkling right at him, jungkook’s classic puppy face, how dare he even play that card at this point.

and yoongi’s poor did a backflip, “fine, i will.”

oh to be stupid and in love.

xxx

Chapter Text

jungkook woke up to an empty bed. he instinctively extended his arm to feel the sheets on the other side, to see if they were warm. he jerked awake the minute he realised that the bed was cold, yoongi was nowhere in the room and it was quite late in the morning. his heart suddenly dropped, almost leaving a large empty cavity in its wake.

had he already left?

so what? so what if he had actually left, they weren’t in a relationship anymore and yoongi probably hated him. jungkook couldn’t understand himself, it felt like there was an intense tug of war between what he should’ve ideally felt and what he actually was feeling.

i have to get him back.

why? before jungkook could even collect his thoughts and make sense of why he suddenly felt like dry autumn leaves that people would usually mindlessly step on, the bathroom door opened and yoongi stepped out. he gave jungkook a weary glance and headed out of the room wordlessly, as if jungkook wasn’t in the room at all.

thank god at least he’s still here.

jungkook drew a deep breath in and reluctantly got out of bed, not looking forward to the day anymore. he wanted yoongi to look at him and smile with his little teeth showing like he normally did. well, it wasn’t normal anymore, was it? but what he couldn’t understand was that this should be normal, jungkook had never been ‘heartbroken’ or upset about any of his partners leaving, he had his fun and he believed that nothing could last for a long time anyway. but this was strange, to the point that he couldn’t even make sense of his own thoughts and feelings.

xxx

namjoon cleared his throat and patted yoongi’s shoulder, “ah yoon, sorry we just have cereal for breakfast today.”

yoongi’s eyes immediately widened, with a mouth full of cereal he rapidly shook his head and made a high pitched noise. he gulped and rolled his eyes at namjoon, “don’t make me feel like some honoured guest, anything i get to do with you guys is perfect.”

namjoon grinned at that. yeah, this boy was not only pretty but had his manners right too. and it somehow didn’t feel odd anymore, he liked how yoongi had quickly adapted to the situation and was not moping around. well, he wasn’t showing it (not that he shouldn’t) but it was a bonus that he had kept up a strong front.

he took a chair next to yoongi and pulled his own bowl closer, and right then from the corner of his eye he noticed a sleepy jungkook making his way towards the table. well, this was his chance.

“umm hey yoongi,” namjoon loudly called the other’s attention to himself (and jungkook’s, intentionally of course), “you’ve got a little something here.”

yoongi cocked his head to one side in mild confusion and brought his hands up to his mouth, “oh? where?”

namjoon swiftly took one look in jungkook’s direction to make sure that the other’s attention was fixated in the right place. and lo and behold, there jungkook was, standing at a distance, carefully watching the exchange between the two. namjoon internally punched the air and picked up a napkin, “here, let me help you.”

jungkook couldn’t believe his eyes. his best friend was sweetly dabbing away at his boy- at yoongi’s face. was this even real? almost out of reflex, his hands clenched up into tight fists, this didn’t look good. nah, he didn’t want namjoon (or anyone, actually) doing that, he wanted it to be him instead.

mine.

really, jungkook? it wasn’t a big deal now, was it? maybe namjoon was just helping him out or something (no that sounded so fucking weird, it almost sounded as if jungkook was trying to pacify himself).

“thanks,” yoongi politely replied and the two got up from their chairs, heading towards the kitchen. jungkook simply watched.

xxx

taehyung lit his cigarette up and passed the lighter to yoongi. the two of them were on the terrace, enjoying the rainy weather with their smokes. and well, taehyung already had a plan.

“so yoongi, do you like ghibli?”

yoongi took a drag and puffed out the smoke through a soft smile, “of course, miyazaki’s are my favourite.”

with his highly adored, popular boxy grin, the other eagerly responded, “let’s watch one today?” he spoke in an enthusiastic tone while he half-whined, “pleeease?”

the shorter man simply chuckled and nodded, “who said i was going to refuse?”

“ah, you’re a gem! let’s go,” and with that, the two flicked off the ends and headed back inside.

taehyung sat on one end of the couch and yoongi followed suit, “i have it on my phone, small screen works for you?”

“yeah, why not.”

taehyung sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, now how the fuck do i say it out loud, “umm yoon, you can sit on my lap.”

yoongi whipped his head to the side to face taehyung with a clearly confused and slightly embarrassed look on his face, “huh?”

“oh i mean, we could share the screen better that way.” taehyung crossed his fingers and hoped for his lame excuse to actually work.

“huh,” yoongi just shrugged and slid into taehyung’s lap, making himself comfortable with the straightest face possible, “okay let’s watch.”

taehyung took a second to realise that it had actually worked, this absolute sweetheart didn’t even say anything, how is that possible…

jungkook didn’t know how to feel anymore, yoongi wouldn’t even look at him. and his stupid friends decided to make him stay, it just couldn’t get worse. it felt too odd, the pretty boy who was his boyfriend a few days ago was now a stranger to him in his own house. he let out a deep sigh and entered the living room just to be greeted with yoongi sitting on…taehyung’s lap? and the two of them were giggling away at the studio ghibli that was playing on the screen in front of them? jungkook couldn’t believe this was happening in his damned house, that he had to put up with that weird feeling at home. but it served him right, who was he to even question anything anymore. if only he’d come to his senses earlier.

nah, this didn’t sit right with him. he couldn’t bear to just stand there and watch his friend get all cuddly and sweet with yoongi. he knew he had no rights to…but he just couldn’t stop himself.

“what the fuck are you guys doing?”

taehyung turned with a confused expression lacing his features, “woah that’s aggressive, we’re watching a movie?”

yoongi didn’t even turn back to look, let alone address him. did he really fuck it up that bad?

“uh yeah okay, i’m just- yeah,” jungkook shook his head and walked away, trying his absolute best to not go back and snatch yoongi right out of taehyung’s arms.

taehyung glanced back, smirking to himself because he knew his best friend all too well. he could see that it was working, and he wanted him to finally realise that sometimes it’s better to listen to your heart than your ego. and taehyung was determined, he wouldn’t let his friend lose out on love, that too with someone as wonderful as yoongi.

he looked at yoongi to gauge his reaction, and the other clearly seemed upset. the corners of his mouth had turned down a bit, which taehyung didn’t like at all. he didn’t like pitying anyone, but he just felt too sorry for poor yoongi.

“hey yoon,” he placed his chin on yoongi’s shoulder, “you know you can say whatever is on your mind.”

“thank you tae but i’m just- hurting? i’ll be okay, don’t worry,” yoongi leaned to the other side to give him a small smile. taehyung didn’t want to prod him further so he simply shrugged and pat yoongi’s shoulder reassuringly.

xxx

yoongi was definitely hurting. it was so hard to keep up this façade of being absolutely okay, of being friends with his ex boyfriend’s friends, of everything just being normal. he hated it, and a small, irrational part of him wished that jungkook would miss him and take him back. but of course, that was unrealistic, jungkook didn’t give two fucks and yoongi had unfortunately fallen too hard for ‘busan’s playboy’. and yoongi couldn’t even blame jungkook because he stayed…for him? and why? this was what hell felt like.

his stress smoking had gotten worse, well- he saw that coming anyway. he headed for the terrace alone, this time really hoping that he’d be alone and fortunately, he was. what he’d forgotten was that it had just rained and the floor was marble. in a span of two seconds, yoongi slipped and prepared to scream in pain, only to be caught midway by those very, very familiar arms.

yoongi had squeezed his eyes shut in anticipation, and he opened them to (a very beautiful, glowing, angel-like) jungkook’s face right in front of his own, his arms wrapped around yoongi’s waist to hold up his weight.

was that concern he saw in jungkook’s eyes?

he straightened himself out and stood back up, while the other just seemed like he was lost in a trance. jungkook’s arms were still wrapped around his waist, holding onto yoongi firmly as if he’d run away if he didn’t.

oh.

yoongi’s heart was beating crazy fast, a slight rosy tint rising up on his cheeks. it felt like he’d just met jungkook again, like those cliché movie scenes where they start looking at each other differently, but yoongi knew. yoongi knew it wasn’t that. or was it?

“uh…um goo- jungkook, y-you can let go of me.” fucking hell yoongi, why can’t you just look into his eyes and be Firm.

the other still stood there entirely spaced out, staring at yoongi’s face with a mouth slightly parted open, as if he was dumbstruck.

yoongi brought a finger up to jungkook’s chest and poked at it, “let go.”

jungkook immediately snapped out of whatever the hell he was in and (reluctantly) let go of yoongi, feeling as confused as yoongi was.

“what are you doing here?”

yoongi frowned at him, “what does that mean?”

“i mean- well you came for a smoke, didn’t you?”

“yes.”

“me too.”

yoongi could either stay or leave, the choice was now his. and he chose to stay, because he’d rather have jungkook think that he’s unaffected and unbothered (which he wasn’t, of course). but yoongi and his need to put up a strong front in front of the man he was in love with was extremely (painfully) strong. he shrugged and lit up his cigarette, after taking two steps away from jungkook.

the two of them stood in silence, the only sounds that they could hear were of the tree leaves rustling due to the mild breeze and of the burning tobacco. it didn’t feel awkward, and unbeknownst to both of them, they equally found comfort in each other’s presence.

xxx

“guys!” jimin burst into the living room and clapped his hands together, “drinks on me tonight.”

“wow, what have we done to deserve your generosity,” replied taehyung in the most bored tone ever, without even looking up from his phone.

“geez i just landed myself a job, this client is big and the money being offered is insane.”

“congratulations chim! it’s your duty to get us sloshed,” hoseok beamed.

meanwhile, jungkook’s gaze was fixated on yoongi, watching every move, every expression. he felt this odd electricity between the two of them, like they had just met. maybe the alcohol will take his mind off things.

two hours later, the seven of them were sitting on the floor in a circle and a glass bottle was being spun in the centre by hoseok. none of them were in their senses, giggling and talking about things that barely made sense.

“okay, mouth of the bottle means answer, got it?”

jungkook enthusiastically patted the ground in response, “let’s geddit.”

it landed on taehyung, who was busy giggling away at an ant on the floor.

“tae!”

“huh?”

“truth or dare?”

“hmm, dare,” he grinned at the rest of them as they all got to thinking.

“go to ms. jeon and get her to drink our cheap liquor,” namjoon slurred.

“what the fuck,” jungkook immediately sat up straight.

needless to say, taehyung happily sprang up and headed out to do exactly that. jimin followed him, claiming to be the “dare checker” of the group.

once taehyung had successfully done the task, the bottle was spun again. and this time, it pointed to namjoon.

“truth or dare?”

“truth.”

before anyone could even begin thinking of a good question, jungkook slurred a soft, “yoongi isn’t yours.” and there it was, pin drop silence.

“huh?”

jungkook looked around, clearly unhappy with the fact that everyone had actually heard him. but now that they had, he muttered a low, “or taehyung’s.”

yoongi’s face was absolutely red, and the others couldn’t tell if it was embarrassment or rage or shyness, but he was clearly affected by what had just transpired.

“ugh, fi-fucking-nally,” jimin exclaimed and got off the floor, clapping his hands in order to get the others to move off their butts as well. the five of them shook their heads and slowly started clearing the living room out. yoongi half-panicked and grabbed taehyung’s ankle, “what the fuck?”

“clear it up, yoon. can’t see you hurtin’.”

yoongi let go of him and started fiddling with his fingers, sitting in silence with jungkook on the other side, doing exactly the same.

“why did you say that?” yoongi spoke up with a small pout on his face, without looking up at the other.

jungkook sighed and crawled towards yoongi in his highly inebriated state, “because you’re mine.”

“i’m not.”

“you are,” jungkook pushed yoongi back and straddled him, pinning his arms above his head, “you will be mine.”

“jungkook, what the fuck are you saying?”

he loosened his grip on yoongi’s wrists and cupped his face, “i’m in love with you.”

the other immediately forced jungkook’s hands off his face, “you’re just fucking drunk, this isn’t a game. i’m not one of your fucking toys, jeon jungkook.”

jungkook (respectfully) got off yoongi and sat next to him, the latter following suit. “no yoongi, you’re not. i was fucking stupid.”

“you don’t know what you’re saying.”

“yoongi, look at me.” and the other did, unable to take the heat between them, he lowered his gaze and whispered, “what?”

“the other day at the bar- when that guy was all over you, that’s when i saw it. i saw how blind i had been. i took everything for granted, you- us. but losing you isn’t something i could deal with, or sharing you with anyone else. call me crazy, but i know i’m in love with you. i know i’m unreasonable and selfish, but i can’t be with any-fucking-body else,” jungkook took a deep breath and waited for yoongi, for him to just acknowledge what he’d said.

“you don’t mean it.”

“i’ll do anything to make you believe me, anything you ask of me.”

yoongi’s heart was racing, was this just confirmation bias? did he believe him just because that’s what he had been wanting?

he wordlessly climbed into jungkook’s lap, leaving the other in something close to shock. he straddled him and took his face between his palms, feeling the warmth of his smooth skin against his own. he lowered his head a little, directly staring into his eyes, “say it now.”

within a heartbeat jungkook replied, “i love you. more than anything in this whole fucking world.”

yoongi inched closer to jungkook, grazing his lips against the other’s. teasing him a little, he moved back and watched the other blindly follow, waiting to just taste him. jungkook grabbed the back of yoongi’s head and pulled him closer, taking in the sweetness of his mouth as their tongues mingled. yoongi smiled against his lips, “once more.”

“i love you.”

it was hurried, messy, heated. it was everything and nothing at the same time. yoongi’s nails dug into jungkook’s shoulder as he bounced up and down, his head thrown back with soft moans escaping his lips. they were both drunk, reeking of alcohol and smoke, their bodies tingling with all the liquor and the energy between them. jungkook’s hands explored all of yoongi’s soft, pale skin, cherishing every single inch of his body.

the realisation was surging through his veins, jungkook didn’t want to lose this ever. he wanted to be that lovestruck, unrealistic man, he wanted to be everything he had never been before. and it was all thanks to the one currently moaning against his neck, licking up a single stripe from the middle of his neck to the end of his ears.

yoongi couldn’t take all of it, his head was spinning, but in a good way this time. yes, they were fucking like bunnies in the middle of the living room, drunk out of their minds, extremely in love. yoongi believed him. yoongi believed jungkook instantly, he knew the other well enough to know his sincerity, to know when he meant something or not. and he was absolutely going crazy bouncing on his cock like that, fucking stupid kids.

“koo- ‘m need…”

“say it baby, what do you need?” jungkook spoke against the other’s forehead, tightening his firm grip on his hips, giving him a little support every now and then.

“mm, you know kookoo,” yoongi whined, slowing down his movements and sitting on top of jungkook’s lap with his cock still inside him.

jungkook brought two of his fingers up to yoongi’s lips, tracing them lightly with the tips of his fingers. without any instruction or prodding, yoongi pliantly opened his mouth, parting his lips eagerly. the other slid his fingers in, groaning in pleasure as he felt yoongi’s warm, wet tongue gliding across his tips, rolling around them. yoongi continued sucking on his fingers, and started moving his hips back and forth, grinding a little, feeling jungkook’s cock go in deeper. he moaned with his lips still sealed, tongue still working.

jungkook pulled out his fingers with a pop and put them inside his own mouth, dragging them along his tongue as he looked yoongi right in the eye, who was going crazy at this point, his own cock bobbing and dripping against his stomach.

yoongi frantically got off and pulled jungkook up, “bedroom, take me kookoo.”

xxx

jungkook woke up and mindlessly reached out to his side, only to feel a soft belly under his palm. with his eyes still closed, jungkook smiled to himself. there it was. this is what he wanted. this time, it was jungkook who felt the whole “i want to wake up next to you” thing. this time, he understood what he’d been taking for granted. this time, he didn’t want to leave the bed just the way yoongi would normally whine.

normally.

yeah, he wanted his regular to be yoongi, his normal, usual, daily, routine, everything. he raised himself up on his elbow and placed a soft kiss against yoongi’s stomach, waking the other up in the process.

“morning, love.”

“koo mornin’.”

yoongi made grabby hands towards jungkook, who understood what he wanted (under a second, just by the way) and dived right into his arms. he nuzzled his head against yoongi’s chest and let the other card his fingers through his hair. this was peaceful, this was what every morning should look like, yoongi’s warm body pressed under his own and the only sound that could be heard being yoongi’s heartbeat.

their silence had always been comfortable, both before and after.

yoongi felt like he could stay like this forever, with his boy caged in his arms, taking in slow and steady breaths. the calmness in that very moment was all they needed, all they cared for.

“i’m sorry, yoon.”

“hmm?”

“for everything. i didn’t say it last night but i’m so, so sorry. nobody can hurt you now, not even me.”

“mhmm, are you still drunk?” yoongi lightly chuckled.

“yoongi i’m serious, i’m sorry.”

“i know.”

“by the way, your neck is ruined,” with a strong shove, a pillow went flying across the room aimed at a howling jungkook.

xxx

“y’all FUCKED in the living room?”

jimin choked on his water, “the fuck?”

jungkook simply nodded and pulled yoongi by the waist, who pretended like he didn’t hear anything and continued taking hurried drags from his smoke. the five other men were currently surrounding the pair with their mouths hanging open.
“so you guys are actually crazy huh.”

jungkook narrowed his eyelids down to slits and looked in taehyung’s direction, “and you, you don’t get to-“

“yes, yes i know,” taehyung interjected, “i was anyway doing it on purpose you absolutely dumb piece of shit.”

“i hate you all.”

“i knew it! i told you guys, they’re in fucking love,” hoseok announced.

of all the people, seokjin was the happiest. what felt like an unnecessary burden was now lifted, and even though that sounded selfish, he knew what they tried doing was right. well, at least they got there. jimin’s anger had long faded away and it was now just this intense feeling of glee for his best friend, he loved this. as for the rest of them, they just knew jungkook had begun a new phase in his life and this is exactly what he needed.

and they happily lived ever after.