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Can't Keep My Hands To Myself

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Usually after getting back to the dorms from a long and tiring concert, Seokjin goes straight to the shower. It was an unspoken rule; Let Seokjin shower first. The others agreed because apparently, Seokjin gets in a bitchy mood if he doesn't wash off the reminders of non-stop tiring dance practices.

("I do not get in a bitchy mood!" Seokjin protested immediately after being told about this for the first time.

"You do!" the hyung line chorused, tone sounding uninterested. They disappeared through the doors to their rooms, leaving Seokjin standing alone at the end of the hallway, right in front of the empty bathroom waiting to be used first.)

So Seokjin is always the first shower, but unsurprisingly, he always comes face-to-face with a certain obstacle that doesn't allow him to wash up as fast as he'd like. For example, right now. 


The maknae hummed in acknowledgement, too distracted with a certain something to say any real words back at his hyung.

"Can you let go? I need to shower now," the eldest in the group said and Jungkook pretended to think about it, his hand still mindlessly playing with Seokjin's butt cheeks.

"I'll shower with you."

Jungkook gave a hard smack to Seokjin ass earning a squeaky protest from the elder, but Jungkook ignored him as he made his way to his own room to grab clothes, laughing maniacally at the curse words the eldest yelled after him.

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"You seem to be obsessed with my ass," Seokjin mentioned when Jungkook entered the bathroom.

Seokjin was already under the water spray scrubbing away the shampoo in his hair. Jungkook didn't waste time on balancing his clothes on top of Seokjin's before undressing as quickly as he could. He only managed to lose balance once. 

"It's nice," Jungkook muttered as he stepped into the small shower space.

Jungkook stood behind Seokjin, his gaze traveling down his hyung's back until it landed on his obsession. Without even thinking twice about it, Jungkook reached out and squeeze the perfect globes in his palms and Seokjin cursed, turning around to face the maknae. His hands hung in the air until Seokjin finally stilled, then Jungkook let his hands fall back onto his hyung's rear end.

"Don't touch me bare naked!" Seokjin hissed making Jungkook smirk. The command only spurred him on, gripping tighter onto Seokjin's butt making the older hit his dongsaeng's chest.

"Why? Are you sensitive?" Jungkook teased, signature bunny smile planted on his face, eyes crinckling around the edges making him look younger and adorable and totally not appropriate for the situation they're in.

Seokjin flushed cherry red. "Yes I am," he admitted. 

Jungkook didn't drop his smile as he slipped his hands around Seokjin's waist, pulling him closer until their chests were pressed together along with other things.

"Jungkook! I can feel your thing!" Seokjin exclaimed trying to step away, but the attempt was futile. Jungkook's laugh bounced off the walls of the bathroom.

"It's called a penis," the maknae said. 

Seokjin huffed, cheeks flushed from the embarrassment of being in such an indecent situation with his dongsaeng. "Don't be so rash," Seokjin said. "And please let go now, I need to finish my shower."

Jungkook obeyed and Seokjin went back to his shower, although now he was a bit more focused on the extra presence in the room rather than the actual self cleaning he was supposed to be doing. 

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"You'll annoy Yoongi," Seokjin said, his words muffled by the pillow he was cuddling into.

He was laying on his bed stomach first, and Jungkook laying on his side next to his hyung, his hand gently smoothing over Seokjin's ass.

Jungkook shrugged. "Who cares? I'm on your bed, not his."

"You have your own room Jungkook-ah," Jin reminded but it made no difference.

"Let me stay a bit longer," Jungkook begged and Seokjin sighed dramatically but nodded nevertheless.

Jungkook grinned and leaned down, a sudden temptation fogging his thoughts. Seokjin let out a shout of surprise when he felt teeth biting into his butt. When he turned around, he saw Jungkook grinning at him.

"You're so responsive," he said, patting Jin's butt twice the way a parent would do to their child.

Seokjin pouted and buried his face in his pillow because if he didn't, he was sure he'd start yelling at the maknae again.

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"Go to your room," Yoongi directed upon seeing the maknae in his hyung's bed.

The younger was already looking comfortable under Seokjin's blankets, the older man with his back towards his dongsaeng.

Yoongi didn't linger on the abnormal bump by Seokjin's hip because from past experience (during the summer when it was too hot to cuddle under blankets leaving everyone sleeping on top of the blankets) Yoongi knew Jungkook was already gripping onto Seokjin.

"I'm not leaving," Jungkook deadpanned.

Yoongi froze, then he slowly he turned to the maknae who held an innocent facade, bunny smile and crinkley eyes on full display being directed at Yoongi.

"Did...did you just talk back to me?" Yoongi questioned in a mumble, still shell shocked at what happened. 

Jungkook's smile didn't falter. "I simply stated I wasn't gonna leave. You can't kick me out."

Yoongi felt his jaw drop, dumbfound at his younger friend's response. After he pulled himself together, his eyes narrowed in on the maknae who didn't look close to wavering.

Yoongi already had his speech prepared, curse words thrown everywhere in the mental script he prepared some time ago dealing with manners. "What the-" 

"Yoongi just turn off the light and ignore him," Seokjin mumbled in his half-awake state, totally interrupting the flow Yoongi build up in less than five seconds. 

Yoongi blinked once. Twice. Then he slowly made his way to the light switch with a pout on his face. Before letting the room get swallowed by darkness, Yoongi let his gaze drift to Jungkook one last time. 

He was still smiling innocently. It kind of creeped Yoongi out a bit if he was being honest. Jungkook was never that innocent, he was a devil in disguise out to set fire to all of his hyung's cool mentality.

Yoongi pursed his lips and flipped the switch, walking to bed and trying hard to ignore the extra breath in the room that didn't belong to his one and only roommate. 

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"He's annoying me," Yoongi said first thing when he was finally left alone with Seokjin the next morning, Jungkook having left to shower and eat since he was going out with the maknae line.

"Who?" Seokjin asked. He was still in bed cuddled under the sheets, eyes closed as if he was trying to go back to sleep, which Yoongi found supper insulting because he was right there complaining and he needed someone to listen thoroughly.

"Who do you think?" Yoongi asked. 

Jin hummed, disinterested, then he shifted until he was on his stomach and let out a sigh of content.

Yoongi threw his extra pillow at him (the one he uses to cuddle at night because he gets needy too sometimes and now he doesn't even have his roommate indulge him on his need for hugs because a freaking muscle pig decided he wanted Seokjin's cuddles all to himself now) and it made Seokjin huff in irritation when the pillow hit the side of his face. 

"Is it Jimin again? I told you if you didn't want him to stretch out your underwear to just-"

"It's not about Jimin and his underwear-stealing problem," Yoongi hissed. Seokjin scowled at being interrupted and Yoongi totally expected it when Seokjin threw back Yoongi's cuddle-pillow, so he caught it easily. He held it to his chest. "Jungkook is becoming a pain."

Seokjin rolled his eyes and sat up, crossing his legs and hugging his own pillow to his chest. He was mimicking Yoongi's position and they stared at each other face to face in sudden silence. 


Seokjin blinks. "So?" He repeats. "What do you want me to do about it?"

Yoongi's jaw drops as he stares at Seokjin who, for the most part, looks like he's interested in the conversation. Yoongi knows his mind is probably elsewhere but the rapper gives him credit for learning how to mask his disinterest. 

"What do mean 'what do you want me to do about it?'" Yoongi hisses. He shifts, his right foot flat on the floor as he moves towards the edge of the bed. "Get rid of him!"

Seokjin laughs. It was a small huff of amusement that offended Yoongi just as much as a full on, I-can-feel-my-abs-forming laugh. 

"He's our maknae Yoongi," Seokjin reminds. "We can't get rid of him." 

Yoongi slumps. "That's true." He tried thinking of more excuses. "Can you at least kick him out of our room?" he asked eventually after coming up blank.

Seokjin smiled. "I've tried. He won't budge."

Yoongi gives up and lets himself fall sideways on his mattress. He avoided looking at Seokjin and instead looked at the extra pillows thrown around the floor. There was a small silence.

"Come here Yoongi." 

He looks up and sees his roommate with his arms open, his soft smile turning into a shit eating grin when Yoongi stood up and shuffled over to the bed.

He laid down next to Seokjin, the older male trying to get the blanket to cover them both completely. Once the shuffling stopped, Seokjin took Yoongi into his arms, Yoongi's face hiding in Seokjin's chest. He smelled like Jungkook, but he wasn't bothered. He was just glad that he was finally getting a cuddle after being deprived of them for nearly a week.

A whole week with no stress-relieving cuddles. How stressful is that? 

Minutes later, once Seokjin was asleep and Yoongi was halfway there, the door to their room creaked open. He didn't have to look to see who it was because soon enough, Jungkook was seen peeking from behind Jin, bunny smile on display as he stared at a half-asleep Yoongi. 

"You're so soft hyung," he said as he laid down, his face hidden behind Seokjin's head. Yoongi felt a cold arm cover his own from where it rested over Seokjin's waist. "Like a cat. A cute, cuddly, fluffy cat."

"That was an unnecessary comment and I'm ignoring it."

Yoongi didn't comment when he felt Seokjin get pulled away from him only a little, he just got closer. He heard the maknae huff out an amused laugh at the action but Yoongi didn't pay him any mind, he just went to sleep.


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It's Sunday afternoon, and Bangtan has a day off. Namjoon took Taehyung to an art museum, Yoongi disappeared without a word before Seokjin woke up that morning, and Hoseok and Jungkook left seperately to hang out with their friends.

That left lazy Seokjin at home, starving for a delicious homemade meal. He's standing at the kitchen counter, his back turned to the door as he read through the recipie book he made under his mother's guidance from ages 12 to 21.

He skimmed through the pages in search for something quick and easy to make. Seokjin was so concentrated on the food choices that he didn't hear the front door open, nor did he hear a certain member sneak up on him from behind. At least, not until he felt arms wrap around his waist tightly. 

Seokjin will never admit to the scream he let out, and Jungkook will forever remember the pain that came with his hyung's surprise attack. His lower back hurt like hell from where he collided with the island behind him after Seokjin decided to try and fight off the attacker. 

"What the hell, hyung?" groaned the maknae.

Seokjin's eyes widened as he stepped away and realized he harmed his dongsaeng. The younger boy rubbed at his back, face twisted in agony as he attempted to walk off the pain by shuffling around in a small circle.

"Why would you sneak up on me like that?!" hissed Seokjin. He stepped forward and replaced Jungkook's hand with his own, lightly massaging it. "Come on, let's put an IcyHot pack on your back."

Jungkook let himself be dragged to the living room where Seokjin made him lay facedown on the couch. 

Seokjin left him alone for a few minutes to sneak off to Jimin's room to steal a medicated patch. Jungkook doesn't remember how it happened exactly, but somehow Seokjin ended up sitting on Jungkook's butt as he carefully placed the patch on his lower back where a red mark was already forming.

"I love the feeling of you on top of me," muttered Jungkook shamelessly. He sighed, a sound that resembled satisfaction. "Although I'd also enjoy myself if I were the one on top. But I'm not picky."

Seokjin didn't respond at first. He finished with the patch, then got to working on massaging Jungkook's back. It was an act of kindness on his part, since he was the one who shoved him against the island.

"I won't give you the pleasure of experiecing both in one day," Seokjin said eventually, cutting the comfortable silence that had settled.

Seokjin started slow, rubbing at the knots settled into the muscle of his dongsaeng's back, but soon enough he started using more strength. Jungkook groaned in approval more times than Seokjin bothered to count. He couldn't help but feel something at the sounds Jungkook shamelessly let escape.

"Done," said Seokjin a few minutes later. He got off and turned his back to Jungkook so that he could look for the TV remote since it seemed like they were gonna be there a while. It was a big mistake, he should have known better. 

Jungkook made another surprise attack, grabbing him by the waist and pulling him down on his lap. Seokjin froze.

Familiar hands slipped under his shirt and roamed up and down his abs. Seokjin could feel his face and ears burn red but he didn't fight against his dongsaeng. It made him feel good to have Jungkook praise his body subtly with his gentle touches and whispered words.

"I love your body hyung," Jungkook said in a low tone of voice. 

Seokjin shifted in his lap and Jungkook's left hand gripped onto his hyung's waist in retaliation.

"My body's nice," agreed Seokjin.

"And I love your confidence."

Jungkook leaned in, Seokjin could feel his dongsaeng's defined chest press onto his broad back. Then, a small kiss to the back of his neck, the only place Jungkook could reach given their position. Seokjin shivered and he could already see the bunny smile taking over the other's expression.

Before things could continue, the front door opened and in walked a very tired and very annoyed looking Yoongi.

"I'm ready to pass out," he announced, not caring about the atmosphere. "Cuddle me, hyung."

"Of course, Yoongi." Seokjin stood up and walked towards his roommate, catching him in a side hug which the other melted into. "Let's get you to bed, you big baby."

As they walked away, Jungkook stared with a pout on his face. Yoongi looked back at him and Jungkook gaped at the cheeky smile his hyung gave him. He almost looked victorious.

"Can I join?" Jungkook asked without even thinking things through.

"Of course you can," responded Seokjin before Yoongi could reject the offer.

Now Jungkook was the one who looked victorious as he followed after them. And just like before, the three of them fell asleep in a cuddle pile.

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Seokjin stood in front of his closet, arms crossed and a contemplative expression on his face. He mindlessly chewed on his bottom lip as his eyes carefully skeemed through the neatly arranged clothes. 

There was a lot of space now that the empty hangers were on his bed hidden under a huge pile of clean laundry. Before he could get to putting them away, Seokjin decided to finally get rid of clothes he didn't use. 

Right off the bat, the first shirt he saw was a for sure 'to-go' item. A gray crop top with big blue letters that read 'Daddy's Boy'. It was a gag gift from the maknae line given to him on his 22nd birthday. 

The shirt brought a variety of laughs from his members, but Seokjin wasn't planning on using it after being forced to wear it the moment he unwrapped it. 

Without even hesitating, Seokjin yanked the crop top off the hanger and let it fall at his feet, beginning the pile of the unwanted (and possibly soon-to-be donated) fabric.

He shoved aside two anime themed shirts, a white v-neck, a ripped up graphic shirt which he threw to the floor, a soft pink and white pullover, two atheltic shirts and a sports shirt which he added to the collection on the floor, a black and white T-shirt, a blue hoodie, and he came to a stop at the sight of another damned crop top.

It was black and sleeveless, the letters printed across the front reading 'Gay Boy Problems'. This particular gag gift came from the rapper line, surprisingly enough. They had been drunk and browsing the internet for something to give Seokjin as his 23rd birthday had been approaching.

It went to the floor with the other one, and he continued his search for unused shirts. 

 Seokjin was so concentrated on the clothes that he didn't notice the door open, didn't hear the footsteps getting closer, not until a body dropped onto his mattress making the springs squeak under the sudden heavy pressure.

Seokjin casted a quick glance and smiled when he saw Jungkook comfortably using the clean laundry as a pillow. The younger boy was staring at him innocently as he sucked in a lollipop. It was very distracting, deemed Seokjin. 

"What are you doing, hyung?" the maknae asked, eyes holding Seokjin's gaze.

Seokjin rolled his eyes and turned back to his closet to continue his search.

"Getting rid of anything I don't use," Seokjin responded. 


Seokjin hummed in disinterest. 

"You're throwing away the good stuff," whined Jungkook.

"What's the good stuff?" questioned Seokjin. 

"The crop tops."

"I've never used them and I never will," Seokjin shot down almost immediately.

He came across a graphic shirt with a worryingly amount of holes in it, and a stained white v-neck. He grabbed them both and let them fall on the floor. 

"But you'd look good in these crop tops if you only gave them a try," whined the younger man.

Seokjin looked down at Jungkook who was kneeled at Seokjin's feet now, admiring the gray crop top while he clutched onto the black one.

"Just because I can rock them doesn't mean I should," responded Seokjin.

"Can you wear them for me at least once?"

Seokjin froze. Warning bells rang in his ears at the suggestion of putting on a show for his dongsaeng, but somehow Seokjin didn't feel ashamed to think about it. Just embarassed.

He finally met Jungkook's eye. He was smiling something cheeky that made him shine in innocence. 

"What?" Seokjin managed to choke out. 

"Wear these for me," pleaded Jungkook. "And I'll wear something for you too. It doesn't matter how embarrassing it is." 

Seokjin cocked an eyebrow, embarrassment slowly fading. "You sure?"

Jungkook nodded enthusiastically. "But only I get to see you in these." He held the shirts up and Seokjin grinned. 

"Alright, big boy, an eye for an eye. Give them to me." 

Jungkook shoved the shirts at him and Seokjin put them back on a hanger and moved them to the end of the closet. 

"Pass me the shirts from the pile on the bed, yeah?" Seokjin asked politely. 

Jungkook wordlessly agreed and helped him pick out all the tops from the laundry.


"Jungkookie! There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you."

Jungkook and Seokjin turned to the doorway and saw Taehyung's head peeking in from the side. 

"You need something?" asked Jungkook, head tilting slightly. 

Taehyung grinned. "Jiminie challenged you to Overwatch. He said he'd put money on the match this time."

Jungkook's eyes lit up in excitement. "I'll be right there!" he said quickly. 

Taehyung walked away and Jungkook turned to Seokjin. 

"I'm gonna go play, okay, hyung?" 

Seokjin nodded. "Have fun. I'll treat you to ice cream if you win."

Jungkook nodded and made his way out the room. 

Seokjin was bent down put away his jeans in a drawer under the tops when suddenly, there was a painful sensation on his ass.

He stood up straight, shocked and confused. Then, Jungkook's loud, evil, cackle echoed in the room.

"Yah!" he yelled despite having seen the younger run out the room. "Stop bruising my ass!" 

"Never!" he heard faintly. 

Seokjin sighed and shook his head absentmindedly, then continued putting away his clothes. 

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"So," Taehyung drawled.

"So," mimicked Jungkook. 

"You mind telling us what's going on between you and Seokjin-hyung?" prodded Jimin.

Jungkook wasn't looking at his hyungs who sat on the sofa pressed up against the wall behind him, but he could practically feel them staring into his back with 'innocent' expressions. Years of living together allowed Jungkook to hone his skills of reading his hyung's actions and it was sort of an annoying thing to be able to do.

"Why do you think there's something going on between hyung and I?" Jungkook asked distractedly. He continued messing around with the G.C.F he was currently editing instead of giving his full undivided attention to the rest of the maknae line.

Taehyung scoffed behind him. "Seriously? You're not being subtle at all, but at the same time you're not talking about it and it's confusing."

Jungkook let out a breath of amusement through his nose, not bothering to spin around and face his hyungs for the conversation. 

"I'm not trying to hide the fact that I have a crush on him," explained Jungkook. "But I still haven't made a move on him because someone always interrupts right when I'm about to."

He glanced at them briefly, barely enough time for Jimin and Taehyung to notice.

Jimin laughed slightly. "Who keeps cock blocking you?" he teased with a grin, his eyes hidden in a crescent.

Jungkook pouted dramatically at the mere thought of all the constant, annoying interruptions that somehow became an obstacle in his love life. "Literally the whole band."

This time, both men on the couch laughed loudly. It was a fond and ugly kind of laugh that only annoyed Jungkook the slightest bit because they were laughing at him and his love struggles.

"It's not nice to laugh at me when I'm suffering," grumbled Jungkook. 

Eventually, the laughter tamed and a much wanted silence hung in the air. Jungkook deemed it the right time to play the video he's been working on. 

"You're actually planning on confessing?" Jimin asked curiously. 

Jungkook nodded without hesitation. "That's been the plan for the past three months," he mumbled, eyes searching the screen for some sort of mistake. 

"But the problem is us cockblocking?" Taehyung asked to make sure. 

"Yep," Jungkook responded once again.

"So if we somehow give you the day to yourself with hyung, you'll confess?" Jimin questioned.

The video stopped and Jungkook blinked away the slight sting in his eyes. "If he accepts me, we'll probably make out a bit too," he added.

"Great!" exclaimed Taehyung. "Don't worry. We'll work things out, Kook."

"Thanks, I appreciate it. Now, come check this out and give me your opinions," Jungkook told his hyungs. 

He heard the leather of the sofa make noise as the other two stood up, then the shuffled footsteps as they got closer to the computer. 

"Why don't you do a video of Seokjin-hyung?" Taehyung questioned when he stood behind the maknae. 

"I have quite a few films of hyung, but they're for my eyes only."

Taehyung frowned. "Aren't you being stingy?"

Jungkook grinned. "Sue me. Now tell me your honest opinions." He clicked play and the video started playing, catching the attention of the other who surrounded Jungkook on the desk. 

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Seokjin sat down at an empty table in the company's deserted cafeteria, his box of chicken and bottle of soda set in front of him.

He looked around himself in fear of another member sneaking up on him, but then he relaxed when realization hit.

The others were 3 floors above him, too busy learning the new choreography for their upcoming comeback. Seokjin would've been with them too if it weren't for his protesting stomach begging for food.

So, with an easy mind, Seokjin began eating, taking his sweet time in tasting the different flavors of chicken and enjoying the peaceful quiet he rarely gets.

Right when he was about to swallow another piece, a pair of hands squeezed at his waist which caused him to choke in surprise.

Once his massive cough attack tamed, Seokjin immediately recognized Jungkook as the culprit judging by the loud cackling. Seokjin glared, but it didn't faze the maknae.

"Was that necessary?"

Jungkook sighed as he calmed his laughing and wiped a single tear away from his eye. “No, but I sure enjoyed it.” 

"Well I didn't," hissed Seokjin. He went back to eating while Jungkook settled on the chair next to him.

"Hyung, I’m hungry,” Jungkook said a few seconds later.

Seokjin gave him a sideways glance that didn’t last long.

“What do you want me to do about it?” the oldest asked through a mouthful of chicken.

Jungkook pouted slightly but it went unnoticed. “Can you feed me?” he asked.

”Why would I want to do that when you were almost responsible for my death.”

"Because you love me so much and you don't want me to starve?" the maknae retorted.

Seokjin rolled his eyes fondly. "Aren't you supposed to be practicing?"

Jungkook nodded. "Yeah, but so are you." 

After coming to the conclusion that he wouldn’t be able to eat in peace with Jungkook right there beside him, Seokjin sighed in defeat and put his chopsticks down.

"Do you want something my lovely little dongsaeng?" 

"How did you know?" Jungkook asked in mock shock. 

"You're pestering me."

"I always do that."

"That's true."

Seokjin gave in. He picked up his chopsticks again, grabbed a green-ish piece of chicken, and held it up to Jungkook who gladly ate it.

That’s how they spend their time together, in complete silence. Seokjin would feed Jungkook whenever the younger hummed, a sign that he wanted more, and then he’d eat a piece himself. They even shared Seokjin’s soda.

While Seokjin ate away with a peace of mind, Jungkook was the exact opposite. His head was a mess, different outcomes over what he was about to do making him stress. He couldn’t keep holding it off though; Jimin and Taehyung are doing their darn best to keep the others busy enough that they don’t interrupt. 

Jungkook cut the silence before he could back out.

"I want to take you out on a date, hyung."

Deja vu. Seokjin choked on his chicken, but Jungkook was there this time to pat his back in an attempt to help. 

"A date?!" Seokjin screeched once he was calm enough to talk.

Jungkook nodded in confirmation.

"Like couples?" 


"Totally non-platonic?" 

Jungkook sighed dramatically. He looked amused, but also slightly annoyed. Seokjin really was oblivious.

"Hyung, if I was asking you out on a friendly date, I would've said 'I want to take you out on a friendly date,' but I didn't."


Seokjin was too panicky to continued eating. Jungkook on the other hand continued picking out chicken for himself; it was the only thing he could do to distract him from his own growing panic.

“I thought I made it obvious that I have a crush on you,” Jungkook said staring his hyung in the eyes. “For like, a year at least.”

Seokjin blinked owlishly. Then, “What the fuck?”

Jungkook smiled awkwardly, the situation finally weighing down on his shoulders making him nervous. Maybe Seokjin just needed some time alone to process what happened.

With that, Jungkook stood up and began walking towards the entrance of the cafeteria. “If you want to go on the date, then come look for me. I’ll head to my studio after dance practice.”

Seokjin just sat there and stared at the back of his retreating maknae.

What the fuck?!

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"Why would hyung reject you?!" Jimin protested from his place on the sofa. Taehyung - who's sitting next to Jimin, but had been too distracted with Yeontan - flinched at the sudden loud noise.

Once again, they're gathered in Jungkook's studio, although this time it's too try and cheer up the maknae rather than to bother him like they usually to do.

After dance practice ended, everyone went their separate ways. All except the maknae line who wanted to ask Jungkook what happened with Seokjin.

Once Jungkook revealed how things went, they hid away at Jungkook's studio to have the privacy they needed to talk more about what happened.

Taehyung finally put Yeontan on the floor and shoved Jimin gently.

"Did you not pay attention to Jungkookie? Seokjin-hyung didn't really reject him, but he didn't accept him either."

Jungkook hummed in agreement, eyes cast down on his bowl of black bean noodles. "He freaked out and I left before he could process the situation," he explained then.

Jimin sighed dramatically and rubbed his face in distress. When his full attention was back on Jungkook, there was a certain sterness in his expression.

"So what now? You’re just going to settle for nothing?"

"I told him to stop by my studio if he wanted to go out with me," said Jungkook. "Now it's only a matter of time."

Jimin's next words had a harsher impact than he intended.

"And have you thought about what you'd do if he doesn't stop by?"

With a defeated expression, Jungkook shook his head. Tears welled in his eyes, but he refused to let them drop. He was not going to cry over this, not while his hyungs are in the same room.

”I haven’t thought of that possibility,” he murmured. “I don’t want to.”

“Well, you have to, sooner or later. So, what will you do if Seokjin-hyung doesn’t show up?”

Hearing Jimin’s words really weren’t making Jungkook feel any better, but he knew he had a point.

What will happen if Seokjin decides he doesn’t want to give Jungkook a chance? Should they pretend it never happened? Will it affect their friendship? Their teamwork? Was it really a good idea to tell Seokjin how he feels during a time where the stress of their job is higher than usual?

Finally, the tears began rolling down his face. Jungkook quickly wiped his cheeks before his friends could see, but they had been staring at him intently, waiting for his reaction to Jimin’s words. They saw the tears.

Not wanting to see the expressions on his hyungs’ faces, Jungkook set his bowl of mostly eaten noodles down on the table, and turned around in his office chair, pushing himself towards his computers.

He turned them on and clicked around, trying to find something to do that could distract him from the sudden sadness overtaking him.

“Jungkookie,” Jimin called softly. “You know that things won’t be the same now, right? This doesn’t just affect you, it affects the whole group.”

Jungkook could only nod. His throat felt tight and his eyes stung with all the tears wanting to escape. Mucus was trying to run down his nose too, which made him feel icky and disgusting.

“I thought you supported me confessing to him,” Jungkook said trying his hardest to not let his voice wobble.

Finally, Taehyung spoke up. “We do support you Jungkookie, but you have to understand that both you and hyung’s reaction to the situation can really damage the groups dynamic,” he explained carefully.

Jimin nodded in agreement. “Yeah! We’re worried of the outcome, but that doesn’t mean we no longer support you and your feelings.”

Jungkook sighed. “I know, hyung.”

He sniffed, rubbed away the tears in his eyes with a tissue. He’s glad he didn’t finish them that one night when he had binge read over 100K words of angsty JinKook fanfics. 

Jungkook was too busy trying to get rid of his tears and snot that he didn’t notice Taehyung stand up. He only realized it when Taehyung hugged him from behind.

“Oh Jungkookie, it’ll be okay,” he said as he gently fiddled with Jungkook’s hair.

Jimin did the same. He silently stood and squeezed into the hug, kissing Jungkook’s head and apologizing for being so harsh with his words.

After a few minutes, Jungkook managed to calm down enough to tell his hyungs to let go. He checked the time on his phone and a sudden weight settled in his heart.

It was almost 10 at night. It’s only been 2 hours since dance practice ended, but Seokjin should be coming soon, right? Or maybe not.

“Can I be alone for a little bit?” Jungkook asked.

Wordlessly, Jimin began packing up the leftover food and throwing away the trash, while Taehyung kept himself busy on the floor trying to lure an excited Yeontan into his arms. 

Within a few minutes, they were gone, and Jungkook was back to being alone. Having nothing better to do, Jungkook searched through his studio looking for the makeup wipes he keeps in there.

After all, of Seokjin decides to show up, Jungkook wants to look as good as he can. That means, no teary cheeks and no snotty nose. 

Chapter Text

Seokjin stood outside of Jungkook's studio for nearly 10 minutes, his phone clutched in his hands tightly as panic started to set in. Panic over what Jungkook said earlier in the day, panic over what could happen if Seokjin messes up.

He still doesn't believe Jungkook was serious when he asked him out on a date, but then again Seokjin hadn't always been observant when it came to feelings. Then Seokjin began to think back to all the things he and Jungkook have done. 

The way Jungkook was always looking for him, always cuddling him at night despite living with the Hoseok, the person who loves cuddling more than life itself. The way Jungkook was persistent on spending time with Seokjin despite their tiring schedules. Even all the 'friendly dates' that Seokjin is starting to suspect weren't as friendly as he thought they were.

Everything that Jungkook did for Seokjin was because he genuinely had a crush on him?

No. It can't be true. Seokjin has loved this kid since he met him. He practically raised him into adulthood. It's wrong, isn't it? What if Jungkook was just mistaking his feelings for something more?

Before Seokjin could mull over endless possibilities on how Jungkook doesn't have a crush on him, Seokjin knocked on Jungkook's studio door. Better to get it over with.

Seokjin's heart stopped for a second.

I'm doing this. I'm actually doing this. Oh god.

The door opened and there stood Jungkook in all his glory. He looked relieved, and it was endearing to see him that way. Seokjin only hopes he doesn't ruin it anytime soon.

"Hyung," Jungkook said with a pretty smile. "You know the code. Why didn't you just walk in?"

"I don't know either," he mumbled. "I just did. Did I interrupt anything? I can come back-"

Jungkook laughed and shook his head, stepping aside to leave room for Seokjin to walk in. "You're always welcome hyung."

Seokjin took a seat on the couch next to the door. It's smaller than Yoongi's, but still just as comfortable. Jungkook took a seat on his swivel chair and rolled it closer to Seokjin.

"You said to come if I agreed to go on a date with you," Seokjin started without thinking things through.

A joyful expression filled Jungkook's facial expression and it made Seokjin's heart melt to see his dongsaeng so happy.

"Does that mean you agree to the date?" he asked.

Seokjin licked his lips and looked past Jungkook's head and to the monitors. He must have been in the middle of editing something judging by the software opened up.

"I don't know."

Jungkook's expressions dulls and it has Seokjin quickly correcting himself.

"I have something to say first. Please hear me out."

Jungkook unconsciously moves away a little and nods. "What is it?"

Seokjin takes in a deep breath, releases it, and faces Jungkook with determination in his mind.

"First of all, I never really gave much thought about dating again," he starts off slow. "I didn't think I'd be able to do it, especially now that we're big. And it scares me."

Jungkook smile understandingly, and that's what made Seokjin realize that Jungkook has already had these thoughts before. He must have, yet he still asked him out? Does he really like Seokjin that much?

"It scares me a lot, but I'm willing to give it a try with you. I just...let me prepare myself first. I want to be ready, I want to have no doubts."

Jungkook nodded slowly, his eyes downcast as he thought deeply about what Seokjin just said.

Said man reached out and grabbed Jungkook's hand, interlacing their fingers and pulling him closer to the edge of the sofa. 

Jungkook looked up and made eye contact with his hyung.

"Ask me out again in a month, and I'll give you a proper answer then."

Jungkook smiled. He looked down at their hands, then brought it up to place a soft kiss to the back of Seokjin's.

"Sure hyung...but can I still sleep in the same bed as you?"

Seokjin smiles. "Of course you can."

"And play with your butt?"

He laughs. "I don't see why not."

It was Jungkook's turn to grin. "That's good." He rubbed his thumb over Seokjin's hand. "I'm glad."

Chapter Text

The moment their dance instructor called for an hour long lunch break, Yoongi let himself fall to the floor of the practice room and closed his eyes.

He focused on trying to steady his erratic breathing, thought of maybe taking a small nap before their food arrived, but his plan was flung out the door when he heard his name being called.

With a groan of annoyance, Yoongi cracked an eye open and was greeted with the sight of Seokjin hovering over him.

"Yoongi. Are you busy today?" his hyung asked with a little head tilt.

Yoongi closed his eye and nodded. "It's a busy day hyung. After dance practice, I'm going to the studio with Namjoon and Hoseok to try and finish a song or two."

He didn't see the way Seokjin nibbled on his bottom lip, or the way he looked around the room nervously, but he did feel Seokjin lightly nudge his side with the tip of his shoe.

"Can we talk after practice is done? Please. It's important."

Yoongi sighed. He was ready to reject Seokjin's suggestion but when Yoongi opened his eyes and looked over his hyung's face, he couldn't help but worry at how fidgety Seokjin was being.

It must be serious, Yoongi thought to himself.

He sat up straight and nodded. "I can spare a little time. Let's head to my studio once we're all done here."

Seokjin smiled in relief.

"Thank you, Yoongi."

At that moment, one of their managers walked in with other staff members, all carrying bags of food they ordered some 20 minutes before.

Yoongi went to get in line, then noticed Jungkook and Seokjin sitting together, smiling, sharing food, looking at something on Seokjin's phone.

Nothing seemed to be wrong but, why did Seokjin look so nervous?


The moment they step into Yoongi's studio, Yoongi plops down in the sofa and Seokjin takes the swivel chair. 

Yoongi groans as he stretches out his sore limbs, then turns to look at his hyung who was staring blankly at the door.

"What's wrong?" Yoongi asked after minutes of silence.

Seokjin's train of thoughts stop and he blinks rapidly to focus. He nibbles nervously on this bottom lip. A habit that Yoongi hasn't seen in a while.

"Jungkook asked me out a few days ago and I-" He stops, sighs, then rubs at his face in frustration.  "I told him I'd think about it and to ask me out again in a month."

Yoongi waits to see if Seokjin has more to say, but he doesn't. He stays quiet and refuses to look at Yoongi, preferring to face the ground.

"Is there something wrong with that?" Yoongi asked, making Seokjin look up with a frown. "We all saw it coming with the way Jungkook has been acting around you."

Seokjin let out a small breath in disbelief.

"I thought I was reading too much into his intentions. Thought I was imagining things. I didn't actually think he'd confess..."

Yoongi hums but says nothing else. He doesn't have anything to say. It must have annoyed Seokjin because one moment he's quiet, then the next he's asking, "Why aren't you saying anything?"

Yoongi leans back into the sofa. "What do you want me to say?"

"I don't know. Something encouraging? Some advice? Anything that can help me decide if accepting him as my boyfriend isn't a bad idea," Seokjin lists off on his fingers.

Yoongi makes a noise in disagreement. "Hyung, I can't help you reach a decision when it involves your love life. That's something you have to do on your own."

Seokjin groans out loud and kicks at the floor making him roll back and almost hit Yoongi's desk. Luckily, nothing was broken.

"What if I make the wrong decision and it fucks us over?" Seokjin asked once he was back to sitting in front of Yoongi. 

"Us as in BTS, or us as in your friendship with Jungkook," Yoongi asked.

Seokjin shrugged. "Both I guess. If I accept-"

"So you were planning on accepting that date," Yoongi points out.

Seokjin kicks at his shin making Yoongi wince in pain. 

"If I accept," Seokjin starts again. "And things go good, we'll start dating. But if it gets out to the public, it'll ruin BTS. If I don't accept, it can ruin my friendship with Jungkook, it'll raise tension in the group's dynamic, and ultimately ruin BTS. It's like there's no positive outcome."

Yoongi scoffs. "Yes there is."

"Oh really," says Seokjin in a sarcastic tone. "Enlighten me."

"You and Jungkook can have a perfectly functional relationship, and you'll both be happy."

Seokjin stares at Yoongi silently, debating.

"What if it's..." he hesitates. "What if in the end...what if it's not worth it?"

Yoongi felt his phone in his pocket buzz repeatedly, meaning Hoseok and Namjoon are probably asking if he's ready to start working. He ignores them of course. Helping his hyung is his priority, although he doubts he's helping much.

"Listen hyung, I can't imagine how frustrated you must be because of this, but I know where your worries come from. Yes, if your relationship with Jungkook gets out, the group will face strong consequences, but then again, anything can affect us no matter how small it is. We're BTS, we're famous. It's bound to happen, but you shouldn't let that keep you from trying new things while you still can. Hell, you've been single since you became a trainee all because you didn't want it to mess with your career, but I think it's time that you try doing things you want to." 

Seokjin can't help but stare dumbly at Yoongi as he tried to regain his breathing.

"Wow. You really went off on a rant."

Yoongi actually laughs at that, and that makes Seokjin smile.

"Seriously though, hyung. Jungkook has liked you for a while now, everyone could see it. It must have been hard for him to get the courage to act out on his feelings. Think about it, make sure that dating him is something you actually want and not something you're doing just to indulge our maknae and his feelings."

Seokjin slumps in the chair with a pout on his lips. "Why is the idol life so difficult."

"Is it making you regret ever choosing this life?"

Seokjin shakes his head. "No, I don't even want to think of how different things would be if I didn't have this life."

Yoongi's phone buzzes again, a reminder that Hoseok and Namjoon are waiting for him in Hoseok’s studio. They’re probably annoyed by now. He really doesn't want to keep them waiting any longer, not after promising to help them out for the first time in weeks.

Yoongi stands up and pulls at Seokjin's arm. "I really hate to do this hyung, but let's go deeper into this at a later time when I'm not busy."

Surprisingly, Yoongi managed to push Seokjin out of the studio without much of an effort. Yoongi locked the door, turned to Seokjin, and gave him a pat on the back. 

"I have to get going now, but good luck! Think long and hard!"

Yoongi shuffles down the hallway and makes a turn, heading to Hoseok's studio. 

Slowly, Seokjin walks the opposite way towards the elevators and presses the button for the dance studio. As the doors close, he takes his phone out, clicks on the most recent contact he’s called, and waits for them to pick up.

"Jungkook?" he asks with a small smile. "Please tell me you're in the practice room. I need someone to help me with the choreography." He waits, then grins when he hears something similar to a door opening and closing, then Jungkook's telling him he'll be at the company building in less than 15 minutes. "Okay, see you there."

Yeah, maybe it will be worth it to give it a try.