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As strong as he thought he was, he will always be the same 14 year-old Jungkook who’s afraid of thunderstorms, even until now where his height is basically towering over almost everyone in the dorm. He knew it was silly for a 19 year-old to still fear the sudden roar of the clouds bursting above him but that was just it— the sudden bursting of clouds above him as if it’s going to get him, kill him or pull him into an unknown destination where his darkest fears lies before him. Just the very thought of it made him sick with apprehensions.

Jungkook was hiding under his blankets along with a pile of clean laundry that he was too lazy to fold and put away, he’ll just wait for Seokjin to lose temper and fold them for him. That always works. 

Huge droplets of rain hammered against the fragile window, creating almost glittering streams against the glass. The almost pounding was only emphasizing the fearful roars of the thunderstorm accompanied by flashing of lightning. Jungkook lets out a squeak when a rather loud, heart stopping boom resounded throughout the dorm. The echoes fading within every dark crevice. “H—Hyung,” he mutters, hoping that their leader will hear him but of course, that man is a thunderstorm himself when he sleeps.

Jungkook lets out a small whimper before taking a deep breath and climbing down from his top bunk, freezing momentarily when the lightning flashes, creating monstrous shadows against his skin and the walls. He quickly pads out of the room, almost tripping as he runs to the nearest bedroom which was Seokjin and Yoongi’s. The two eldest hyung’s room were like his safety blanket. He always finds himself crawling in their room whenever the storm rages. “Hyung?” he calls, feeling a little safer but frowns when he gets no reply. Seokjin’s bed was empty, neatly folded and Jungkook felt himself worry because sleeping in the jungle doesn’t sound like a good idea especially if the jungle is witnessing the same weather as Korea. He wonders how Seokjin is surviving right now. Law of The Jungle isn’t all about abs and no-makeup, it’s about surviving and coming back alive or in Bangtan’s case, not setting the dorm on fire while Seokjin is gone.

Putting that thought aside, he crept to the other bed where a loose blanket hugs a sleeping male’s body gently. “Yoongi hyung,” Jungkook whispers, voice cracking slightly. He crawls on the bed and it sinks at his weight. Everyone knows how much of a bad idea it was to wake up a sleeping bear and everyone in Bangtan knows the closest they can get to waking a sleeping bear up is by waking up Min Yoongi. The small man can flip a table and throw profanities at them if awaken wrongly. But between thunderstorms and their small hyung, Jungkook finds thunderstorms more terrifying so with a brave front, he gentle shook the rapper. It didn’t take awhile for Yoongi’s eyes to flutter open, eyebrows already furrowing in anger. 

“What— do you wa—nt?” his voice was hoarse as it cracks, deep and sexy but still laced with warning that screams ‘back away now and get out quietly or I will end you.’  but Jungkook didn’t pay any heed to the warning and slumped down on his hyung, whimpering uncontrollably. “Hyung!” oh how happy he was to have someone awake with him right now. Yoongi choked a little from the arms around his neck. “If you’re gonna kill me, I prefer being stabbed not hugged to suffocation, kid,” he jokes a little, sighing. This wasn’t the first time Jungkook came into their room teary eyes and a wavering voice. 

“Got scared of the storm?” Yoongi pulls himself up, sitting up lazily. He ruffles his disheveled hair and yawns, eyes accustomed to the liquid darkness. “Can I sleep with hyung tonight?” his question was met with another question but he doesn’t mind. Yoongi gives a nonchalant shrug and nods before lying back down and Jungkook immediately took his spot beside him. 

“Can you sing to me?” Jungkook asks, snuggling closer to the older who wrapped his arms around his protectively. “You know I can’t sing,” Yoongi shakes his head, chuckling slightly and Jungkook can already feel himself ease just from the deep chuckle. “Then rap for me?” he rephrased. “Just go to sleep, baby,” Yoongi pecks his cheek, pulling him closer against his chest. Jungkook loves that petname especially when Yoongi uses it because he rarely uses it to call him but when he does, every heart string in Jungkook’s heart strums a little and roses blooms on his cheeks. “Hyung will protect me while I sleep right?” and then Yoongi’s eyes soften, lips curving into a subtle smile. He rakes his fingers through Jungkook’s fluffy locks, brushing away his bangs before leaning down to peck his forehead, then his nose, then his cheek, then his neck, then he went up and finally kissed his lips, swallowing the silent gasp. Jungkook flutters his eyes closed and kissed back meekly. 

As they kiss, the roaring thunder faded until Jungkook couldn’t hear it anymore. The only thing he can hear were the wet sounds of Yoongi’s tongue slipping between his lips, grazing across his as the two wet muscle danced. Jungkook doesn’t want this moment to end. He doesn’t want to pull away. He wants Yoongi to keep kissing him, making him deaf for everything but Yoongi, only Yoongi. Even when his lungs were threatening to burst, even when his chest felt like it was going to rip open and demand for air, he doesn’t ever want to pull away. 

But Yoongi pulls away, panting heavily and Jungkook whimpers, leaning in for more. Yoongi taps on his nose to still him. “Hyung will protect you, baby, I always have,” and he was right. There wasn’t a time where Yoongi’s worried gaze wouldn’t trace every bruise on Jungkook’s body. There wasn’t a time where Yoongi’s usual rough hands wouldn’t gently caress his cheeks and kiss the tears away as if they were forbidden. There wasn’t a time where Yoongi wouldn’t volunteer to drive to the company studio and check up on their maknae who stayed back to practice more. Jungkook loves being babied by him, especially him. It made him feel special, loved, protected. As if nothing will ever harm him if Yoongi is around. It’s silly for a growing man to still stick around his hyung as if he was still but a toddler but Jungkook doesn’t care becuase Yoongi would shut every critisism and judgements away.

“Can we kiss more?” Jungkook asks brazenly and Yoongi laughs, his laughter vibrating against his cheek. “It’s 4am, sweetheart. Go to sleep. I promise we can cuddle and make out as long as you want after schedules tomorrow,” he jokes slightly but he knew Jungkook would anticipate it, maybe even yell and pout at him for forgetting his promise. But sometimes Yoongi forgets deliberately just to witness that cute bunny pout that never fails to make him smile.

“Good night, hyung,”

“Good night, kid,”

It wasn’t long until Jungkook’s heart finally relaxed and all signs of fear were gone as if it was never there in the first place. But Yoongi was still awake, eyes soft as he watch the bunny in his arms all warm and protected. He loves watching Jungkook sleep so soundly and peacefully. Jungkook’s cheeks would look so pink and his button nose would twitch from time to time. It was too adorable that Yoongi just couldn’t resist but lean down and peck those thin lips again and maybe slip his tongue in just briefly. He shouldn’t really take advantage of his bunny like this when he’s asleep but no one’s complaining. Jungkook loves waking up in the middle of the night from the sudden tongue down his throat. 

Sometime in the middle of the dawn, Jungkook’s soft whimpering were heard and Yoongi was awoken by a knee to his crotch. He lurched a little, groaning in pain. “Jungkook, what the fuck,” he rubs the pained area before allowing his eyes to focus more on its surroundings. The storm had subsided, only a little drizzle tiptoeing against the window. The skies were turning blue by the second meaning the sun would be up in less than an hour or two. The fresh, cold after rain was relaxing and heavenly for a lazy man like Yoongi but his attention was more on his crying bunny beside him, clutching on his shirt with trembling balled fists.

“Sweetheart,” the rapper calls, using his nose to nudge the said name’s cheek before shaking him awake gentle. Teary eyes fluttered open and Jungkook sniffles, his grip loosening to rub his eyes like a child. “What’s wrong, sweetie? nightmare?” Yoongi smiles fondly when Jungkook nods and whimpers. “My poor baby,” he coos, scooping Jungkook in his arms and embracing him tightly. Yoongi’s having a hard time believing that the boy in his arms, whimpering against his neck, is the same man who deemed himself strong, the same man who wore a sinful and predatory expression on stage.

“Go back to sleep, sweetheart. We have a schedule in a few hours,” Yoongi loosens his hug a little only to be tugged closer again. “But…the monsters…” Jungkook drags his words. It’s childish, he knows it but despite being a teenager, he can’t help the nightmares that haunts him in his dreams—the very same monsters that he imagined was crawling under his car-shaped bed as a child. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” Yoongi coos fondly. “There are no monsters under hyung’s bed, I made sure their asses left my bed before I turned 20,” he jokes, lightening Jungkook’s mood as he giggles against the rapper’s chest. “Kiss!” Jungkook demands, already puckering his lips. “You spoiled bunny,” Yoongi rolls his eyes but leans in nonetheless. Their lips met and presses against each other with no motion before Yoongi tilts his head and deepens the kiss a little, darting his tongue out for Jungkook to suck on. “Baby, don’t bite,” he mutters against bruised lips and Jungkook giggles, his fingers absently rubbing the soft material of Yoongi’s thin shirt. 

“I like it,” Jungkook says after pulling away, head dipped against his chest as he fiddle with the strings on Yoongi’s sweatpants.

“Hm?” Yoongi hums in confusion, watching the small fingers toy with his clothing. 

“I like it when you call me like that,” and then Jungkook looks up with so much love in his eyes and it melts Yoongi’s heart. His eyes soften as he caress the bunny’s rose-tinted cheeks. “Yeah? How about you call me that too?” 

Jungkook giggles, a little squeal at the end. “But I’m the baby!” he reasons childishly and Yoongi laughs before pulling Jungkook down onto the pillows, planting feather light kisses on his neck. “I love it when you say my name,” he whispers in that deep, morning voice that sends chills down Jungkook’s anatomy.

“Yoongi,” Jungkook tries and Yoongi smiles. “Yoongi,” he whispers, leaning close, so close he can hear the rapper’s steady breathing. “I love you,” and then everything stops for a moment as those three words sinks in the air, lingering a little before fading completely like the first morning dew. 

Yoongi lets it fade, he lets it approach him unexpecting before pulling Jungkook into a subtle embrace; not too tight and not too foreign.

And then he whispers as softly and as loving against smooth skin, “I love you too,”

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Jungkook sulks against the pile of pillows he had stolen from his hyung’s bedroom. The sun was hidden and the sky was crying; it made him sad with the need to shed a few tears but he pushed it back. The dorm was quiet which was unusual. “Hyung,” he calls and lets the word sink into thin air before rolling off the couch and thumping against the wooden floors. He decides to roll to his destination which was Seokjin and Yoongi’s bedroom.

He makes muffled car sounds as he stops in front of the doorframe. “Hyung,” he calls again, peeking inside to find the eldest on his respective bed, engrossed in a book in his palms. Jungkook watches him with curiosity before deciding to play a little. He stood on his knees, silently inching closing to the bed before sprawling his upper body on the edge.

“The summit!” he exclaims suddenly, catching Seokjin off guard as he drops his book by surprise. “Jesus christ, Jungkook, what’re you doing?” Seokjin sits up, retrieving his book and closing it after trapping his bookmark on a specific page. He chucks the book in his nightstand closet and stares down at Jungkook, giggling against the mattress.

“Mount Everest,” he says and Seokjin raises an eyebrow at him. “The mountain,” Jungkook rephrased.

“I know it’s a mountain, Kook…and?” Seokjin rolls his eyes, leaning back on his arms.

“And, I’m climbing it. Help me up, hyung, before the yeti gets me! It’s pulling at my feet!!” Jungkook screeches, clawing on the blankets as he feigned falling. It took a second of Seokjin laughing at his acting before pulling the maknae up onto the bed with so little effort. Jungkook gasps at the sudden loss of gravity before soft pillows cradle his head. “Yay!” he grins in triumph. Well, that was fun but now what. “Hyung, I’m bored,”

“I can see that,” Seokjin acknowledges and slips off the bed to stretch his tired limbs. It’s their day off today and they had so many plans within the 24-hour limit but all their fun plans went down the drain because apparently, the sky thinks they don’t deserve such freedom and rest. The dorm was empty too, only them in the small apartment. Yoongi and Namjoon somehow managed to run to their respective work studio despite the pouring rain. Jimin and Hoseok hailed a cab so they can watch whatever movie they’ve been dying to see since it came out a few month ago and Taehyung, well Taehyung is somewhere in Korea— Seokjin hopes he’s safe because god knows what that kid is up to especially in the rain where puddles seem to perk Taehyung’s childish interests.

Jungkook hugs Seokjin’s pillow, inhaling the scent of lavender shampoo. He loves the smell of his eldest hyung. It feels safe and nurturing like the scent was enough to make him feel unharmed and protected. “Hyung?” he calls, more subtle and soft this time and Seokjin turns around after opening the drapes to reveal waterfalls against blurry windows.

“Can we cuddle?” it was an innocent ask yet somehow so intimate but Seokjin found himself nodding and slipping under the covers next to their maknae. “You know, you’re 19,” he says. It wasn’t a protest, more like a gentle pat on the cheek.

“So I’m not your bunny anymore?” it was accompanied by a whimpering pout that stings Seokjin’s heart. “Sweetheart, you’ll always be my bunny,” he tucks Jungkook’s head under his chin and presses him close until it’s almost impossible for the younger to breathe. Jungkook lets those loving words fade into him until he can hear the same words echo in his mind when he closes his eyes.

“Hyung, can we play something?” it wasn’t a question, more like a demand and Seokjin had no other option but to comply. “Sure, sweetie, what do you want to do?” he pulls away just a little to watch ideas slash across Jungkook’s bunny-like features.

“Let’s bake! or build a fort! no! let’s go through Yoongi hyung’s stuff!” Jungkook squeals excitedly, already crawling out of Seokjin’s hug as he dives on Yoongi’s bed and starts jumping around, hugging the kumamon plushie that was hiding under the blankets that Yoongi thought he hid so well but that obvious black ears poking out could never deceive anyone.

“We can do anything you want, Kookie, but stay away from Yoongi’s stuff,” Seokjin warns gently, pointing at the stuffed bear in Jungkook’s grasp. “Fine,” the maknae pouts in defeat and tucks kumamon where he found it and retreats to Seokjin’s arms where he sulks against broad shoulders. He feels Seokjin’s deep chuckle vibrate against his chin before he’s being carried. He wraps his arms around Seokjin’s neck out of habit and watches as they walk out of the bedroom, Seokjin’s footsteps creating a soft rhythm with the heavy tapping of the raindrops.

They reach the kitchen and Seokjin sets Jungkook down on top of the counter. He looks out the window and frowns. The rain only got louder and it hammered against the roof petrifyingly. “Hyung, you’re standing on lava,” Jungkook says, pointing on the floor but nothing in particular. “Quick, get on the counter before you burn!”

“You weird child,” Seokjin ruffles his disheveled hair out of affection before slipping between his legs. He taps his nose against Jungkook’s and sighs. “Do you want to go outside? We’ll bring an umbrella,” instead of an answer, he gets a whine against his ear and arms wrapping around his neck.

“We can call Jaewhan to see if he can get on his console so we can play Overwatch,” he offers but then he remembered that their game console is currently broken; thanks to the apple juice and Namjoon's massive feet of destruction.
Jungkook whines again, remembering the time he almost won but Taehyung just had to set the apple juice beside the console— and who allowed Namjoon to wear fucking boots in the house!

“Hyung, let's just watch a lame movie and make out,” Jungkook sighs acceptingly. The way he said it was innocent but the content was intimate. “You know, I’m your hyung,” Seokjin pulls away to give him a stern look that quickly softens when Jungkook pouts at him with that adorable protruding lip that quivers with every decline.

And then Jungkook giggles in triumph when Seokjin scoops him up in his arms and they saunter to the living room where Jungkook’s previous pillow fort lay cold and forgotten. “My fort!” Jungkook gasps, wriggling out of Seokjin’s hold and diving face first into the pile.

“So that’s where my pillows went,” Seokjin intones as he shakes his head. He slumps on the couch next to the mini pillow fort and switches on the television, digital lights slashing across the dimly lit dorm.

Jungkook pokes his head out of the pillows, suddenly interested in the sounds flowing out of the television before his tilts his head with a scrunched face. “Hyung, movie,” he says and grabs the remote, switching to a different channel because he just watched this variety show with Jimin the other day and it wasn’t very entertaining.

He finally settles on an action movie with Korean subtitles before crawling to sit on Seokjin’s lap. The rain’s voice faded momentarily before a loud boom resounded in the sky and Jungkook freezes before sinking into Seokjin’s embrace and melting. He loves how Seokjin’s arms would automatically wrap around him and lock him in a warm and endearing hug that’s so quiet and gentle.

It was quiet again as they watch the animation of the movie flash across the screen, creating lines against the walls and floor. But Jungkook’s ears were paying more attention to the rain outside rather than the movie that they don’t even know what it’s about. The sound of the rain knocking on wood and glass; it was soothing.

“Movies just aren’t fun to watch when you started in the middle,” Seokjin breaks the silent suddenly and presses his lips on Jungkook’s nape, feather-light and lingering against the flushing skin. “We can go to the cinema if it wasn’t for this rain,” Jungkook points an accusing finger at the window.

“You don’t wanna hail a cab?”

“No…I’m too lazy to go anywhere right now,” Jungkook shifts around on Seokjin’s lap, finding a comfortable position, and straddles him. His thighs close tightly around the elder’s waist and he looks down at him with big, doe eyes. Boredom swam in his orbs as he stares back.

Seokjin’s hands snake up his waist, sliding under his sweater and he kneads the skin under. Jungkook sighs contently, loving the way Seokjin’s warm palms hold him so close. It was platonic yet so intimate.

“Hyung, I love you,”

Silence filled the air, the words lingering in the thin atmosphere. Seokjin lets it sink, lets the words tickle his life source lying deep within his chest before he parts his lips.

“I love you too,”

He blinks at the oldest, his eyes carrying stars and fairy lights. Seokjin loves his eyes, he loves how those big, doe bunny-like eyes would widen so innocently as he stares up at anything that perks his interest. Seokjin loves his eyes, he loves how they sparkle and illuminate during concerts where his orbs would shine brighter than the spotlights.

Jungkook leans in, stopping just when their noses touch. He lingers painfully so Seokjin closes the gap and they kiss. They kiss slow and passionate, dragging the movement across every crook and cranny. The clicking of their tongue, the little-wet noises and soft noises echoing from their throats fades the sounds of raindrops tap on the windows and the way the thunder makes the earth tremble.

Seokjin’s hand found their way on Jungkook’s waist, holding him in place as he massages his hipbone while Jungkook’s fingers tickle along the sharp line of his jawline, tracing every vein on his neck whenever he tilts his head.

Jungkook tastes sweet, sugary; like warm honey dripping down fresh apples and melting on the tip of his tongue. It was addicting, he’s addicted.

They kiss more, deeper but still passionate and chaste. Jungkook’s little tongue would dart out to carelessly flick across Seokjin’s bottom lip before they pulled away, eyes hooded and panting heavily. The chilling air making their breath fog.

“Pretty,” Seokjin whispers and Jungkook lets out a heart-fluttering giggle, cuddling closer to the eldest who wraps protective arms around him.

Seokjin was wrapped up in a navy red blanket with Jungkook sitting between his legs, his back against his wide chest. They faced the window while sharing the rather thin blanket. Seokjin had an arm wrapped around his shoulders, Jungkook cheek resting on his bicep, planting kisses on the back of his elbow. Jungkook’s hands were holding Seokjin’s free hand under the blanket, against his belly, tracing his crooked fingers fondly. They watch the rain and lightning in silence, enjoying each other’s company and basking in their loving presence.

“Love you,” Seokjin whispers next to his ear and pulls him closer, tightening his hold on his bunny. Jungkook’s heart swelled with affection. He squeezed Seokjin’s hand and lands a lingering kiss on his arm. “Love you too,”

The rain continued to pour an hour later and they found themselves sharing a book, sharing a cup of tea and cuddling on the floor where they fell because the couch was too small but they didn’t get up because Jungkook found Seokjin to be a comfortable body pillow and Seokjin didn’t mind, not when his bunny is snuggled so close to him, whining for affection that he, of course, gave so easily.

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They say you’ll meet the right person when the time comes. Jungkook didn’t believe all that despite it happening to his friends. Soulmates are what they call it and Jungkook laughed so hard his eyes teared up.

Each pair of soulmates is unique. In Jimin’s case, he has a streak of hair on his head where it changes color naturally but only that streak. There were times where the streak would turn green then pink then blonde and Jimin has to dye his hair to match the color. Dying the streak wasn’t helping since he would just wake up the next morning to a different color. It was cute, he thinks because then he knows what his soulmate’s hair color would be. In Taehyung’s case, his chest would glow a pale pink when he looks at the eyes of his soulmate for the first time. He couldn’t hide his excitement when his chest started to glow as he was being introduced to their new dance instructor at his dance school. One thing leads to another, he was transferred to a different class because they don’t really allow instructors to teach the people they were dating. And in Jungkook’s case, he dreams of his soulmate but very vague. In his most recent dreams, he sees his soulmate’s silhouette before fading completely as he wakes up. In rare dreams, he catches a glimpse of his face; plump lips and sharp jaw line but the image would distort even before he could open his eyes to the morning sun.

Jungkook has a ton of ways of being connected with his soulmate that he hasn’t even met. Recently, a tattoo appeared on his skin. It was a black wing. It didn’t make sense what it actually means or why it filtered his pale skin.

“Maybe it’ll turn white when you meet your soulmate,” Jimin suggests, tugging on the green streak of hair on his brown locks. Looks like his soulmate dyed his hair back to green.

“Or maybe the missing pair will appear when you meet him?” Taehyung chimed in, shifting around on the armchair so he can reach for the apple juice box he left on the coffee table.
“You’ll know what happened once you meet your soulmate, Kooks,” Hoseok says, settling on the armrest of Taehyung’s chair.

“It’s stupid, actually,” Jungkook sighs, staring at the ink on his skin. “Why is the world pairing me up with some random stranger? Can’t I date whoever I want?”

Jimin and Taehyung glanced at each other before laughing in unison. “It’s not that you can’t, Kook,” Jimin huffs. “It’s just that when you’re born, your soul is automatically linked with someone,”

Taehyung nods. “You don’t have to date and marry your soulmate but trust me, when you meet them…your whole world will stop as you focus solely on that one person that is your soulmate,” he reaches over to squeeze Hoseok’s palm, smiling fondly at the older male who leaned down to peck his lips. “And every person you have dated in the past wouldn’t matter anymore,” Hoseok adds in the end.

Jimin smiles at the couple, sighing against his folded arms. “I wonder if my soulmate has a streak on his hair too,” he mused out loud. “I’m sure he does,” Taehyung and Hoseok nods while Jungkook was too deep in thought staring at his tattoo.

It’s been 2 weeks since his soulmate tattoo appeared on his skin. There appears to be no effect of the tattoo suddenly engraving his skin but sometimes he finds himself staring at the tattoo without intending to like his eyes are forcing him to get off his lazy ass and search for that someone who has the same tattoo as him or probably possess the other pair of the wing. I mean it’s pretty useless if it’s only one wing right?

Jungkook groans against his math homework, catching himself staring at the tattoo instead of staring at the question that makes absolutely no sense to him. I mean, who the fucking hell would buy 50 fucking watermelons. He sighs. For a math question, it isn’t very logical.

“Hey, Kook,” Jimin pokes his head in his room. “Taetae and I are going out to this party Hoseok and his college friends are holding and you’re invited so get dressed. We’re leaving in 40 minutes,” he then withdraws his head, soft padding of feet echoing away.

Jungkook pushes his hair back and stands up, stretching his limbs. For an introvert, he’d rather sit in a corner in a room filled with drunk teenagers than sitting alone in his bedroom doing math homework that makes no sense whatsoever.

He threw on a pair of ripped jeans and a plain white shirt before heading out, not even bothering to fix his hair. Hoseok picked them up and the drive was actually really quick, the destination was just a few blocks away.

Loud music and flashing neon lights greeted them as soon as the door opened. “Are you guys sure we’re allowed to this party?” Jungkook asks as Taehyung shoved him inside with the door closing behind them. They were still underaged, minus Hoseok who just turned 20.

“Yeah, we’re cool. We have Hoseokie here to act as a chaperone,” Taehyung grins reassuringly, clinging onto his partner who began dragging him away into a group of people.

Jimin, on the other hand, was frozen by the doorway, eyes wide and cheeks flushed red. Jungkook raised an eyebrow and nudged his friend with his elbow. “Are you okay, hyung?”
Jimin flinched before shaking his head, eyes never leaving that certain someone that stood 15 feet away from him. He was pale and probably stood 5 inches taller than him. His remarkable green locks with a single brown streak by his bangs stood out in the sea of natural colors. It made his heart hammer.

“...you go and enjoy the party, I’ll be back,” and then Jimin was gone, disappeared into a crowd of people that swallowed his small figure. Jungkook was alone now, not that he cared. He was just about to stand in a corner next to the potted plant with a party hat strapped to one of its twigs. How the hell can he look less cool than a potted plant?

He sighs and stood beside the plant, watching people walk passed him. He’ll just pretend to be a wall for the next 3 to 4 hours then, no problem.

Well, it actually started becoming a problem when the neon light was hurting his eyes and the intense smell of alcohol and cigarettes were giving him a severe migraine. So with unbalanced steps, he makes his way out to the balcony where the chilly fresh air filled his dehydrated lungs.

“Jesus christ,” he gasps, catching his breath as he holds onto the rails to steady himself.

“You don’t look so good,” a voice, gentle and soft said behind him and before he can turn around, his wrist started to burn. It wasn’t painful, well okay maybe it stung for like 2 seconds before it faded into good pain, more like a pleasurable pain but not to the extent of it being sexual.

Jungkook pans his attention to his soulmate tattoo and he watches in awe when the black feathers of his wing tattoo turned white and it became more prominent on his pale skin, much more obvious and noticeable now.

“Whoa…” the voice behind him gasps and it was at the moment that Jungkook finally turned around and when his eyes locked with those beautiful dark brown orbs, everything stopped. He couldn’t hear anything, not the loud music, not the cheering people, nothing. And he couldn’t see anything. His eyes refused to dart away from the tall man in front of him, that angel-like man with broad shoulders that he’ve seen countless of times in his dreams but never in person. It was all so surreal like an aesthetic dream but it’s real and his heart is pounding and he felt like screaming.

The man probably noticed he wasn’t going to talk anytime soon so he took a step forward and oh my god, Jungkook’s heart stepped forward too.

“I…I never knew you would be this beautiful…I mean I know you would be I just…wow, you’re so…” the man took a moment to find his words and untangle his tongue. “Perfect,” he finishes with a sigh and shamelessly took hold of Jungkook’s hand where his tattoo lies.

“It matches,” he points out and shows Jungkook his own soulmate tattoo; the missing wing. “Of course it matches,” Jungkook finally says, his voice squeaking. The man chuckles. “I’m Seokjin. Kim Seokjin,”

“Jeon Jungkook,”

and then they talked and talked and talked until they were comfortable enough to the point of Seokjin wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s figure when it got too cold. They were soulmates, so it’s okay but Jungkook’s internally screaming because oh my god his soulmate is fucking hot!

Jungkook learned that Seokjin was an art major just like him but in a different university. He learned that Seokjin was 21 years old. He learned that Seokjin was a talented cook. He learned so much about him, even his flaws but that only made him more perfect.

“I would dream about you every night but I wake up before the clouds clear away from your face,” Seokjin says next to his ear and Jungkook flushes. “I’ve been looking for you for so long, I can’t believe I finally found you,” and he turns Jungkook around so the younger male is leaning against the rails and Seokjin is close, so so too close.

“So pretty, and so adorable,” he caressed those pink cheek and his smile grew wider when Jungkook flushes further. “Can I…I want to kiss you,” he didn’t want for a reply and instead, he closes the distance until their breaths mingled and their bottom lips nudged and then finally; lips touching, no restriction.

He tasted sweet. Jungkook tasted like melted honey against his tongue and Seokjin tasted like chocolate-dipped strawberries. And the contrast was too sweet it felt so perfect like every curve of their lips fits perfectly, as if made for each other. And they never want to pull away but the lack of air was screaming at their lungs so reluctantly, they pulled away with Jungkook’s palms on Seokjin’s cheeks. Soft.

“Yeah…you’re the one,” Jungkook sighs, standing on the tip of his toes to give Seokjin’s cheek a lingering peck.

Seokjin lets out a deep chuckle and Jungkook’s heart skips a beat. Strong arms wrap around his slim waist. “You’re mine, you were always mine,”

“Yeah, I know…” Jungkook melts into the hug, cheek against Seokjin’s chest and he sighs in content at his perfect this moment was. He never believed in soulmates despite his friends getting their connections and even when he got his connections, he still refused to believe in soulmates. But now that he met his, he doesn’t care about anything anymore as his mind fills with the thought of his soulmate, his soulmate, the one connected to his heart and soul for eternity until death parts them but even after that, their angels would still wander together.

“Can you come home with me?” Jungkook pulls away and asks shyly. “I…I want to spend more time with you,” Seokjin’s eyes soften. “Sure, baby,” Jungkook gasps, his cheeks and ears turning a bright shade of red. Seokjin laughs and grabs his face, pressing a brief kiss on his lips. “You like that pet name?” Jungkook nods with a squeak. “You're so adorable!” Seokjin litters his face with puppy kisses and Jungkook squeals.

Jungkook introduced his soulmate to his friends and they couldn’t have been happier to see Jungkook finally looking genuinely happy (and madly in love) for the first time. And thanks to that party, Jimin finally found his soulmate too. His name was Yoongi and he was a music major. They were the complete opposite but then again; opposites attract. Jungkook and Seokjin started dating and so far so good. Sure they have their normal couple fights but then they look down on their wrist and it ends in gentle love making under the thin white covers and in front of the fire.

“Stop it,” Jungkook says, giggling softly as he tried to go back to sleep but Seokjin’s hands kept wandering under his shirt. “Seokjin!” he whines and Seokjin laughs, pulling his lover to lay on top of him. “I love you,” and then Jungkook’s heart melted, his eyes soften as he leans his forehead to rest against Seokjin’s. “I love you too,”
It’s been 3 months since Jungkook moved into Seokjin’s apartment which basically his art studio and Jungkook loved the paint splatters everywhere on the bedroom wall.

Jungkook plays with the brown strands of Seokjin’s disheveled locks, eyes locked with his matching hazel orbs. “I never thought I would meet you...my soulmate,” he flushes and traces a finger down Seokjin’s face. “I never believed in soulmates until I met you,” his finger drags down the bridge of his nose. “And I’ve never felt so happy.” his finger reaches the soft dip of Seokjin’s lips, poking his bottom lip gently.

Seokjin responded by pecking his finger, chuckling lightly when his lover giggles. “I must be so lucky to have someone like you as my soulmate. You’re so pure and so precious, I just want to protect you and cuddle you forever,” he wraps his arms tightly around him, inhaling the gentle fragrance of soap. He flips over so he’s laying on top of the younger, settled between his legs. “Anywhere you want to go today, baby?”

“Can we have breakfast on that cafe you took me to for our first date?” Jungkook asks shyly. “Of course, anything for you,” Seokjin leans down to kiss the blush on his cheek. “You spoil me so much!” the latter squeals and Seokjin laughs.

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 Jungkook isn’t the type to get jealous but when it involves Seokjin; his precious hyung, things won’t go down well.
It all started when Seokjin started hanging out with VIXX’s Ken, or Lee Jaewhan. The two same age friends got along very easily and Jungkook didn’t like that. Jungkook had a not-so-huge crush on their oldest hyung. He wanted to be next to him all the time but sometimes; Jaewhan just gets in the fucking way!

It was their day off and the members decided to do their own thing. Yoongi went straight to sleep after breakfast, Hoseok and Jimin went out to watch a movie, Taehyung was catching up on his Hollywood movies in his room, Namjoon went to the studio to play with his music devices and Seokjin was sitting in front of his computer, playing overwatch with headphones on. He was clearly playing with someone.

“Jaewhan-ah, you can’t kill him!” he screeches, tapping on the mouse violently before blood splattered all over his screen and he groans. “See! if you try to kill him! he kills me!” he restarts the game, focusing on every obstacle and enemy with Jaewhan’s player behind him.

Jungkook was outside, listening closely. No, he wasn’t a creep! He was just bored. He finished the game he had previously downloaded on his phone and has now decided to stalk his hyung. His belly would churn with jealousy every time Seokjin laughs because of something stupid Jaewhan’s character did in the game.

“Hyung?” he knocks on the door faintly. Seokjin paused the game and looped his headphones around his neck, turning his chair to face Jungkook who was propped against the door frame. “Can we play something?”

“Sorry, Jungkook. But I promised Jaewhanie we’d play. Maybe next time,” Seokjin gives an apologetic smile before continuing the game. “Sorry, that was Kookie,” he says to the microphone connected to head headset. Jungkook was close to crying now but he held it in and ran to his bedroom, slamming the door behind him and sobbing into his pillow.

Jaewhan wasn’t stupid even though he acts like one. He was smart and highly observant. He notices even the smallest things and Jungkook’s feeling weren’t small so he catches that very quickly. It started when they were in ISAC. Seokjin’s head on his lap and Jungkook behind them looking somewhat pissed off as he eyes Jaewhan’s hands that kept playing with the soft locks of Seokjin’s hair. He knows about Jungkook’s heart races, his cheek blushes, his piercing gazes that burns through the back of his neck. He knows it all. He wants to help, really because if he doesn’t; Jungkook just might kill him if he gets too close to Seokjin. The poor kid nearly flipped when Jaewhan slipped his fingers in between Seokjin’s.

They were in the waiting room, getting ready for a performance. They’re up next after VIXX and usually, Seokjin would be hovering in their senior’s waiting room but his hair and makeup weren't ready and to that Jungkook sighs in relief. He was about to drift off to sleep when his phone buzzed against his thigh. He swipes open the kakao message.

From: Unknown ID
“Kookie-ah!! It’s Ken :D I wanna talk to you, meet me outside your waiting room :3”

Jungkook narrows his eyes at the user ID. How did he even get his contact number? Probably from Hongbin since he and Jungkook used to chat a lot before schedules got too hectic. He sighs before padding out the room, bowing to his managers. Just as said, Jaewhan was waiting outside dressed in his stage outfit and looking incredibly handsome as he leans against the wall with his hands in his pocket. Jungkook felt his stomach flip a little. Jaewhan was so much better than him, he wouldn’t be surprised if Seokjin decided to go out with a guy like him.

“Hi, hyung,” Jungkook greets gleefully, feigning and Jaewhan saw through that too. “Cut it out, Jungkook-ah,” he said and Jungkook flinched. “You don’t have to lie to me. I know you’re jealous and I think you shouldn’t,” he places a hand on Jungkook’s tensed shoulder and gave it a tight squeeze.

“Wha—What are you talking about?” Jungkook steps back from Jaewhan’s hold, shrinking down to make himself look smaller than he already was. “I know you’re in love with your hyung. You don’t hide it very well or at least not from me,”

Jungkook flinched again, his palms sweating heavily. Shit.

“Don’t panic,” Jaewhan lets out a comforting chuckle. “I don’t like Seokjin like that. We’re just friends and I know he doesn’t see me like that too,” he punches Jungkook’s shoulder playfully before leaning back against the wall. “Why don’t you just confess to him anyway?”

Jungkook sighs, shrugging. “I—I don’t know…he’s just so dense!” Jaewhan nods in understanding. “Maybe try being more affectionate. Like, cuddle against him. He likes those types of things,” he suggested and Jungkook took a mental note. “Anyway, I need to go. Text me anytime and I’ll help you with your Seokjin problem,” Jaewhan kicks himself off the wall, draping his arm around Jungkook’s shoulders briefly before padding away. “Thanks, hyung,” Jungkook bows until the oldest disappeared in a corner and he sighs in relief. Knowing that Jaewhan has zero interest in dating Seokjin just makes him a lot happier and have a lot more hope.

Jungkook and Jaewhan have been texting non-stop, exchanging tactics and plans to make Seokjin notice because seriously, how can someone be that dense!?

“Hyung~” Jungkook whines, tucking himself under Seokjin’s chin who was currently whisking eggs. “Kook, I can’t cook if you’re clinging onto me like this,” Seokjin sighs heavily but didn’t make an attempt to push the maknae away who just clung tighter with arms around his waist. “Hyung, you promised you’d play with me!” Jungkook reminded with an obvious pout that’s enough to make anyone feel guilty.

Seokjin looks down at him, soft eyes and fondness in those dark brown orbs before chuckling. “Alright, alright. Go set up the game you want,” and Jungkook squeals at that, jumping around before padding to the living room to prepare their game console. “Yoongi-ah, can you make breakfast?” he yells from the kitchen and Yoongi came dragging himself to the room with a groan and a lazy yawn. “Okay, but don’t blame me if I blow up Antarctica,” he takes Seokjin’s place in the kitchen and tries to finish what the older was doing.

Jungkook sat on the couch with Seokjin beside him, fumbling with the controller. “Mario Kart?” he raises his eyebrow and turns to look at Jungkook. “I thought you hated this game,” Jungkook replies with a simple shrug. “Couldn’t be that bad,”

“You almost cried when you couldn’t beat me last time, you sure you wanna play this?” Seokjin reminds with a deep chuckle. Jungkook flushed at the memory before nodding and not wasting any more time by quickly starting the game. He picked a random character, settling with the mushroom one because he doesn’t really like the other characters and mushrooms are cute, and Seokjin, of course, chose Mario. Jaewhwan’s idea was to play a game and deliberately lose so Seokjin can win and at that moment, Jungkook would feign upset and Seokjin would comfort him, maybe even cuddle and plant kisses on his cheek to cheer him up. Jungkook hated losing but if that can make Seokjin like him, then why not.

They’re on their 6th game and Jungkook hasn’t won once and Seokjin’s fidgeting beside him. “Kook, you okay?” he asks, placing a warm palm on Jungkook’s thigh and the younger male flinches because oh my god his hand is near his crotch!

“I’m fine, hyung, keep playing,” Jungkook assured with a faint smile, eyes never leaving the screen where the game is currently paused. From the reflection, he can see Seokjin scanning him before turning back to the television and resuming the game. “Okay, after this I’m going back to making breakfast cause I think Yoongi fell asleep,” he cranks his head back to peek in the kitchen from where he’s seated and sighed in relief to find Yoongi actually trying to fry eggs in between cursing and flailing the spatula around.

Jungkook nods with a hum. He really hates losing and the annoyance of it is getting to him but he ignores that or at least tries to. This will be his seventh time losing in a row! How is that even possible?! It’s not! That’s why!

“Fuck! I know I’m going to lose, this is why I hate this game!” Jungkook exclaims, shoving the controller away with a scowl when his character loses and Seokjin takes the victory for the seventh time. “Language,” Seokjin tsks. He places the controller down and slung an arm around Jungkook’s shoulder. “If you knew you were going to lose, why’d you choose this? You know I suck at survival games and we have plenty of games where you can shoot the hell out of me,” he pulls Jungkook closer and closer until he’s practically on his lap.

Jungkook flushed, fiddling with the hem of Seokjin’s sleeveless top that emphasizes the length of his shoulders and the muscles on his arms. “Because it’s the game hyung likes,” he says softly, almost too soft that Seokjin had to crank his head down a little. “What do you mean, Kookie?”

Jungkook whines a little before looking up at the older with sparkling eyes. “If I had chosen a game I preffer…would you still have enjoyed playing with me?” and then Seokjin’s eyes soften. He cups Jungkook’s cheeks and leans over to plant a chaste peck on his forehead. The skin blushed after being kissed. “Of course I would have. I enjoy spending time with you. I don’t care what game it is,” he ruffles Jungkook’s fluffy locks.

“Now, get up and let’s eat breakfast and after that maybe we can play one of your games,” he offers and Jungkook beams, nodding enthusiastically before following Seokjin to the kitchen where Yoongi was close to screaming due to how burnt the eggs he had cooked were.

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“He’s still dense!” Jungkook whines, rolling around the floor with a pout. Jaewhan laughs at his action before throwing a couch pillow at him. “This is why you should just confess,”

“It’s not that easy! What if he makes fun of me? What if he hates me?” Jungkook sulks against the pillow under his chin. He’s currently in VIXX’s dorm because he can’t stand the way Seokjin acts so oblivious around him where Jungkook is basically bending over in front of him, begging to be loved and noticed.

“I don’t think he hates you,” Jaewhan shakes his head. “He loves you but he just doesn’t notice it. He’s even oblivious of his own feelings. Trust me, he feels the same way. You just have to show him,” Jaewhan noticed the way Seokjin’s eyes soften whenever Jungkook was in his field of vision. He noticed how Seokjin’s eyes always found their way to Jungkook’s figure even though they were ten feet apart. So he did a little research and quickly watched a few Bangtan Bombs, fan sign fan cams and Vlive shows where it features the oldest and the youngest and surely enough; Seokjin has a developing strong feeling towards their maknae but he’s just too dense and stupid to even notice it.

“Trust me on this one, Jungkook,” Jaewhan nods. “Just confess,” Jungkook looks up at him from where he’s lying down and sighs before burying his face into the pillow and screaming.

Jungkook decides to just let out his feelings. No more hiding. He sure hopes that what Jaewhan said was right and that Seokjin did feel the same way about him but is just too stupid to even realize it in the first place.

He chose the perfect moment to confess. It was another one of their days offs and all the members went out to do their own things but Seokjin was too tired so he stayed at home and Jungkook stayed in too, knowing this would be his chance. So with a brave front and confident look, he knocked on Seokjin’s bedroom door and slipped inside. But once he was inside, all the confidence that he took so much time trying to muster just started seeping out of him and he’s so close to crying and it’s not helping when Seokjin is standing half naked in front of him, dressed in only a pair of grey sweatpants with a noticeable outline at the front and Jungkook tries not to stare at his torso, his broad shoulders and oh my god his toned abs.

“Yes?” Seokjin cocks an eyebrow at him. “H—Hyung, can we talk?” Jungkook shifts on his heels, tugging harshly on the hem of his shirt.

“Sure, Kookie,” Seokjin sits down on the edge of his bed, patting the space next to him where Jungkook shyly sank down. A total of five minutes went in silence as Seokjin waited patiently for Jungkook to talk but the boy was just sitting there, his lips trembling and his eyes darting everywhere.

“Jungkookie?” Seokjin starts and said name flinched violently. “What’s wrong?” he wraps an arm around him and once again pulls him close only there was no shirt this time and Jungkook’s cheek is pressed nicely against the wide expanse of warm bare skin.

“You’re so stupid, hyung,” he says and Seokjin chokes. “Ah…damn, I thought you wanted to talk. I didn’t know you wanted to diss me,” he chuckles softly. Then Jungkook pulls away rather harshly with his head down and he’s shaking.

“You always do that…” he mutters, his voice softer now but since there was no other sound inside the room, Seokjin heard him clearly. “Do what?” Seokjin asks, confused.

“You treat me so gently without know what it does to me. You hug me and kiss my forehead and just walk away like it never happened but I think about it for days and days because I'm so confused,” then a teardrop falls and another one and another one until Jungkook is visibly sobbing now.

“Hey, hey,” Seokjin switched on to eldest hyung mode and pulls Jungkook on his lap, cradling him so gently in his arms like he would break any second. “Shh, don’t cry. Tell hyung what’s bothering you,”

Jungkook shifts to straddle him, legs bent on either side. “I like you hyung,” he breathes out but Seokjin’s expression doesn’t change and he knows Seokjin still doesn’t get it.

“Oh my god! You’re so dense!” Jungkook groans, pulling away and walking away to turn to the wall. His cheeks were red and painted with tears. His heart hammering painfully against his throat.

“Then explain to me,” Seokjin was so close, he can hear him.

“I like you, hyung, but not the way Yoongi or Jimin o—or Namjoon hyung does! Not the way Taehyung or Hoseok hyung does! I—…” and then he shrinks down, curling into a ball and hugging himself tightly. “I didn’t intend to like you…but you just smiled at me and I felt so weak when you did,”

Seokjin crouched down, pulling Jungkook’s arms away from his face. “Do you love me, Jungkook? Like how a wife loves her husband?” he asks with a fond smile and Jungkook nods shyly. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he helps Jungkook up on his feet, wrapping his arms around his slim waist.

“Because I know you’d hate me and push me away,” Jungkook sniffles.

“Look at me,” and Jungkook did, with teary eyes he looks up at Seokjin’s. “Do I look like I hate you? Am I pushing you away?” the arms around Jungkook’s waist tightened and pulled him closer. “I love you too, Kookie. I’m so sorry I didn’t notice it before. But like you said, hyung is stupid,” he chuckles and nudges the tip of his nose against Jungkook’s cheek. “Will you forgive hyung for being so stupid?”

“O—Okay,” Jungkook bites his lips, fingers tapping against Seokjin’s collar bone.

Seokjin just stared at him fondly, admiring how red his cheeks and ears were. But he can’t seem to stop staring at those lips. Thin and pink and so perfect. So without any other hesitation, he leans in and captures Jungkook’s lips into a passionate kiss. Jungkook squeaks but his eyes slowly flutter close as he indulged in the sweet taste that is Seokjin. His heart throbs against his chest and he feels so content, feels so safe in Seokjin’s embrace. The way their bodies and their lips connect like a missing puzzle piece just clicks together to the point of it hurting when they push away.

Jungkook parts his lips, welcoming Seokjin’s waiting tongue. It felt weird to have his first kiss stolen but at the same time, it felt perfect because it was his hyung who stole it.

Seokjin pulls away and Jungkook is looking up at him with the cutest expression. “I love you,” he whispers and Jungkook’s eyes widen, tears pooling and he smiles brightly with his bunny teeth flashing and with the most heart fluttering voice he can muster, he whisper back in soft vowels; “I love you too,”

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This was the 10th time that Taehyung went home late or went out at 10 am, saying he had to meet his friends. At first, Jungkook was fine with it because he understands everyone has friends outside their group but sometimes he gets jealous, really jealous especially when Taehyung cancels their plans so he can go bowling with SHINee’s Minho and a few other Hwarang casts. He’s happy that his boyfriend is making friends and enjoying his acting career but he should never change plans the moment Jungkook is 10 minutes into getting ready.

Jungkook was currently sulking against the lime green pillows of his bed when Taehyung walks in, oblivious to his boyfriend’s high key jealousy.

“Hey,” he jumps on the mattress, settling down next to the younger male who lets out a grunt before turning his back away. Taehyung cocks an eyebrow and slings an arm around his lover’s waist. “Babe, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m fine,” Jungkook rolls his eyes, unnoticeable from Taehyung who just shrugged it off and pulls him closer. “So, what’d you do today?” Jungkook asks, already close to forgiving his boyfriend because seriously, how can he stay mad at this clingy koala. “Oh, Minho hyung and I watched a movie,” and then Jungkook’s heart ached. They were supposed to catch a movie today too and he canceled that so he can watch one with another guy? Did he forget they were dating?

Jungkook grumbled and pushed Taehyung away, rolling off the bed and stomping out of the room, leaving Taehyung confused and baffled. He rushed out, following Jungkook who was seconds away into slipping on his shoes.

“Wait, Kookie!” Taehyung grabs his arm, pulling him back and making him stumble out of his shoes. “What’s wrong? Why’re you leaving?”

Jungkook scoffs, snatching his hand away. “Oh, so you can leave and ditch me but I can’t?!” and then it all made sense now. Taehyung’s eyes soften as he pulled his younger boyfriend into a tight embrace. “Baby, I didn’t know you were jealous,”

“Of course I’d be jealous! You—You ditched our date s—so you could go out with that guy,” Jungkook stuttered, voice muffled against Taehyung’s shirt that smelled like buttered popcorn. “I’m sorry, okay? But our schedules would be packed soon and that means I won’t have time to spend going out with people outside our group,” Taehyung apologizes, his voice deep and sincere as he cards his fingers through Jungkook’s soft brunette locks.

“You could have told me…it’s not like I won’t allow you to meet up with your friends, but,” Jungkook pulls away from the hug to wipe his eyes, placing his palms flat against Taehyung’s chest to feel his steady heartbeat. “Don’t bail out on me 10 minutes before we leave,”

Taehyung lets out his unique chuckle. “I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you. Promise,” he flashes his famous box-like grin and that was enough to make Jungkook lean up and press a passionate kiss against that grin. “You better,”

Just as promised, Taehyung took Jungkook out the moment the managers announced they can have one day off and even though he would rather stay at home and rest, he can’t afford to see his baby bunny all sulky and sad.

He took him to the park before sunrise. He had to wake up super early and drag Jungkook out the bed and shove him into the bathroom.

“This better be worth it! or I’m going to kill you for waking me up at 5 am and making me walk out here,” Jungkook scowls, snuggling closer to Taehyung because it was below 2° celsius outside and his jacket wasn’t thick enough.

“That’s nice, babe,” Taehyung snickers, wrapping an arm around the younger male and leading him towards a tree with a bench underneath. They were at the highest point of the park deep within a small forest. Who knew there was such a park in here with the hills and all. There was no one around since no one comes at the highest point anyway because of all the flights of stairs they need to climb, so this was a perfect date spot to bring his young lover whose face is known by many teenagers.

The bench was covered in a pale blue blanket and the rails have ribbons tied on it. There were scented candles lit around them and they have a perfect view of the city and the horizon as well as the rest of the park below. It was beautiful.

“Sit here,” Taehyung leads Jungkook down the bench and sat close to him, arms still wrapped around him. “Are we just going to sit here in the dark?” Jungkook mumbled, cheeks flushed and he’s not sure if it’s because of the cold of the fact that Taehyung is holding him so close.

“Wait,” Taehyung chuckles and Jungkook whines but complies. He sat patiently, watching the candles flicker in the dark and somehow the silence is romantic. He looks at Taehyung whose handsome features are highlighted in the candle lights. He had a calm expression on as he stares at the fluttering fire, a faint smile etched on his face. Without thinking, Jungkook leans up and plants a puppy kiss on the corner of his lips and Taehyung flinches. His cheeks turned a bright pink before laughing in content.

“What was that?” Taehyung giggles, bumping his forehead against Jungkook’s temple and nuzzling the side of his face.

Jungkook purrs. “I’m sorry I acted so selfish and jealous,” he says in a soft and remorseful tone, fiddling with the hem of his boyfriend’s jacket. “I shouldn’t stop you from seeing your friends. It’s just that…I was—” and then a kiss– soft and plump against his lips– caused him to gasp and stumble with his words still forming on the tip of his tongue now swallowed by his lover whose hands cupped his cheeks so fondly with warm palms.

His eyes fluttered close as he let Taehyung’s tongue bring out the soft mewls from his throat. He tasted sweet, like melted honey dribbling down a slice of vanilla cake but with a hint of roughness; cinnamon littering on the icing. Jungkook’s arms snake around Taehyung’s neck, bringing him close and making him tilt his head to deepen the kiss. Taehyung’s arms went down to hold his waist, pulling him closer and closer until no paper can slip in between them. They kiss slow and passionate, chaste and savoring the moment. Jungkook would peek under his lashes to catch Taehyung’s eyes close and his heart threatened to burst. Maybe this is why people close their eyes when they kiss.

Then he felt the light from the candle grow, almost seeping through his eyelids but then it grew warmer. It couldn’t be the candle because of how small they were.

Taehyung pulls away just in time for them to turn their heads to the horizon and watch the mountains part for the sun to rise. Jungkook shields his eyes and leans his head against Taehyung’s neck, breathing evening. They didn’t say anything, didn’t utter a word and just watched the sun pour its natural light into the world. It’s been so long since he've seen the sunrise let alone watch it with the person he loved so deeply and held all sad and happy memorize with.

“It’s beautiful,” he finally says, eyes tearing up. Maybe it was the cold wind or maybe it was the blooming fondness in his chest, the same feeling he felt the first time Taehyung embraced his lips with his. He can still remember it very clearly like it was a page from yesterday.

“You’re beautiful,” Taehyung rephrases cheekily and Jungkook giggles. “Look, I may be stupid and I may do things that will hurt you without intending to…but I try,” his voice falters and Jungkook watches as the sunlight lifts off his face. “I may not be the greatest boyfriend but I hope I can be the best for you,” and then Jungkook’s chest swelled. He threw his arms around Taehyung and they topple off the bench and onto the soft patch of cold grass with petals from the tree fluttering around them like time defying gravity.

“Silly,” Jungkook chokes a sob. “I love you,” and then he buries his head in the crook of Taehyung’s chest, giggling in content as happy tears slide down his blushing cheeks.

Maybe it was from the cold or maybe it was the fact that he was falling deeper and all over again for the man that held him so close with arms wrapped protectively around him.