The first time that Jungkook meets Min Yoongi in person, it’s five-thirty in the morning and he’s absolutely soaked to the bone.
He’s shivering something fierce, his high-school track sweatpants and sweater clinging to his skin uncomfortably.
Of course he’d forgotten to pack an umbrella for the trip. He had sunblock, bug spray, extra socks, enough band-aid and gauze to mummify himself twice over- but no umbrella.
So when it had started to rain, he’d had no choice but to just keep walking. According to his phone, he was only five minutes away from his apartment anyway, and a little water never hurt anybody, right?
He was supposed to arrive in Seoul last night, but his mother’s worrying had them going back home to quadruple-check he hadn’t forgotten anything, and he’d missed his bus. He somehow had managed to convince her that he would be fine and to let him catch the next one by himself- and he’d made it, although seven hours later than he was supposed to be.
Just a month ago Jungkook had responded to an ad from someone looking for a roommate. He’d chatted with the guy- who’s name, he’d learned, was Min Yoongi- for a little bit, before Yoongi informed him that he seemed ‘acceptable to move in to his apartment’ (to quote him specifically). As far as Jungkook can tell, Yoongi’s a little standoffish, very stubborn and set in his ways, but kind. Fair. They’ve spoken a lot over text and Jungkook feels he has a decent idea of what kind of person Yoongi is.
His first impression of Yoongi, however, is not at all like he expected.
Yoongi rips open the door to his- their - apartment after Jungkook spends five minutes knocking. His black hair is a mess, wild with bedhead, and he’s dressed in all-black pajamas. He keeps his head lowered, expression faraway, lips drawn into an annoyed pout.
Jungkook realizes that he’s staring after a solid minute or two passes and Yoongi doesn’t move, deep frown on his face. Yoongi must have- must have said something, right? Then it dawns on him that he has no way of knowing this is Jungkook, and Jungkook, he- he’s just standing here like an idiot.
He clears his throat. “Um, hi? Yoongi-ssi. I’m Jungkook.”
Yoongi blinks sleepily. He rubs at one eye with his hand, like he’s trying to wake himself up. “Jungkook-ah?”
Jungkook nods, then remembers that he needs to talk, but his teeth chatter a bit despite his best effort at holding it back. He wraps an arm around himself, a feeble attempt at warming himself up. “Yeah. S-sorry I’m so early, um- you- you got my messages, right? About my bus?”
“Yeah, I did.” Yoongi pauses for a moment, swallowing loudly, listening. “Are you shaking?”
“Uh,” Jungkook looks down at the floor sheepishly. “It’s- it’s raining? Outside.”
It seems like maybe Yoongi’s still a little bit asleep because he pauses for a moment, processing, before he pushes the door open wide and his expression shifts to something more concerned. “Fuck, kid, why didn’t you say anything? Come in.”
Jungkook shifts his duffel bag from one hand to the other, trailing behind Yoongi, but he stops right in the doorway. The soles of his shoes squish loudly as he walks and he’s suddenly very, very aware that he’s dripping water all over the carpet.
Yoongi shuffles down the hallway with practiced ease, stopping at a door down the hallway. “This is your room, you wanna set your stuff in here, then change into something warm?”
Jungkook pales. “But um, I’m all- all w-wet…”
Yoongi looks back and quirks a brow. “Yeah? And?”
“The.. carpet?” Jungkook would be flushed with embarrassment if he weren’t so cold. He feels the chill down deep in his bones, his teeth chattering loudly now.
“Who cares about that?” Yoongi sighs when Jungkook makes no move to follow him. “Okay then, fine. I’ll get you a towel- strip. Can you get something dry from your bag?”
“Um.” Jungkook looks down at his duffel bag. It’s supposed to be waterproof, so he nods. “I think so. I’ll- I’ll dry off and look.”
Yoongi disappears into another room and Jungkook peels off his sweatshirt. It clings to his skin awkwardly and he has to fight to get it over his head, but he feels relieved when it’s on the floor. Footsteps have Jungkook looking up again, and Yoongi’s returning with a large white towel in his hands.
“Here,” he says, coming close enough that he can press the towel into Jungkook’s hands. “Just tell me if you need another one, okay?” Yoongi politely turns his face away from Jungkook to give him some privacy. Jungkook knows that he has nothing to be embarrassed about, and yet he is, cheeks flaming as he shakily pulls off his t-shirt. His pants come off next, then his boxers, and socks. He drops them into a wet heap near the front door, all-too-aware that he’s stark naked, drenched like a wet rat, standing in the doorway of his new apartment, in front of his new roommate, and it’s now five forty-two.
So, great first impression.
Jungkook wraps the towel around his shoulders, quickly burrowing himself in the soft fabric. It’s fluffy and feels great- he wants to rub it against his body to dry off quickly, but his limbs are too cold and weak and shaky, so he settles for just. Hugging it against his body as tightly as possible.
A few moments pass before Yoongi clears his throat. He’s standing close to Jungkook again, and he has another towel in his hands. “You okay? You need any help?”
“No!” Jungkook hurries to secure the towel as best as he can around his body before crouching down to rummage through his duffle bag. He prays nothing inside is wet, and- thankfully his prayers are answered and he’s able to pull out a clean pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt.
Suddenly very very aware that he’s naked, Jungkook wiggles the towel around his body to make sure he’s dry and squirms into his sweatshirt. His hair is still damp, but he hardly even notices, pulling up the legs to his sweatpants next. The material is cold on his skin, but at least it’s dry.
Jungkook takes a moment to look up at Yoongi. He’s still politely turned away from Jungkook (why this makes Jungkook feel better, he really doesn’t know), playing with the fabric of the towel in his hands. He’s wide awake now, clearly, but there’s exhaustion clinging to his eyelids, to his slumped form. Jungkook feels a little guilty all over again for waking him up.
“I’m, uh, I’m good,” Jungkook says, brushing down his sweatshirt with his hands. He’s still trembling, and wraps his arms around himself in a feeble attempt to warm up.
Yoongi walks up to him and hands him the dry towel, takes the wet one from his hands and bends over to grab the wet clothes. Jungkook scrambles to pick them up and hand them to him when he notices Yoongi waiting, wrapping them up to carry them away.
“Go sit down,” Yoongi says, and leaves the room. Jungkook blinks slowly but listens anyway. He scurries over to the couch, sitting down on it gingerly. It’s pretty comfortable, he thinks, and there’s a thick knit navy blue blanket on one side that looks like it’d be pretty warm. Maybe-
There’s some rummaging and Jungkook looks over to see Yoongi fiddling with an electric kettle, fishing some tea bags out of a container on the kitchen counter.
Jungkook clears his throat, leaning to put the towel Yoongi had given him on the nearby table. “Um, Yoongi-ssi-”
“Hyung,” Yoongi interrupts. He lets the kettle heat up the water and comes over to the living room, bumping against Jungkook’s knee as he walks past to the space that’s free next to him on the couch. He sits down. “Hyung is fine, Jungkook.”
“Hyung,” Jungkook tries again, but this time his teeth chatter loudly and he winces at the sound. “I’m sor-”
“Fuck, you’re still shaking,” Yoongi says, cutting him off completely. He reaches out for the blanket to his side, feeling around until his fingers close on the soft material and he yanks it up. “Here, get under this. My friend made it for me. Don’t ever tell him- he’ll get an enormously huge ego about it- but it’s actually pretty warm.”
The fabric is thrust in Jungkook’s hands and he nods, staring down at it. He must not be moving fast enough because Yoongi reaches out, scoffing as he carefully spreads it out and covers Jungkook with it, tucking the blanket securely around his shoulders. His fingertips brush Jungkook’s jaw, and his cheeks, and Jungkook blushes something fierce-
“Jesus, did you even dry your hair?” Yoongi chides. He gets his hands on the dry towel and brings it up to Jungkook’s head, quickly and efficiently rubbing his hair until it’s all dry. He doesn’t stop right away though, pulling the towel back to touch Jungkook’s hair, running his fingers through it just to make sure it’s all dry. He scratches a little at Jungkook’s scalp, which feels surprisingly nice.
Finally he pulls back and reaches out towards the table, leaving the towel there. Jungkook fiddles with the blanket, fingertips poking through a few holes between where the yarn is knit together. “T-thank you, hyung.”
“No problem.” Yoongi smiles then, and Jungkook’s not really prepared. He definitely stares for longer than is appropriate before turning away and suddenly feeling very intrigued by the wallpaper in the living room. It’s pretty ugly- looks like something that belongs in a cheap motel- but, well. Clearly Yoongi doesn’t care.
The kettle clicks and Yoongi shuffles off to make a hot mug of tea for Jungkook. He’s meticulous in the kitchen, everything going exactly in its place as soon as he’s done with it (Jungkook could cry- he’s spent so long living with his disgusting brother who doesn’t mind living in filth that this feels like a dream come true), and soon presses a hot mug of tea into Jungkook’s hands, slowly and carefully, waiting for Jungkook to guide him and take it.
The hot tea warms him up from the inside, but he feels a lot better when Yoongi sits down at his side again. He doesn’t talk- Jungkook appreciates that- but turns on the television to some random nonsense channel, the audio a calming background noise.
Jungkook finishes his tea, curls further into the couch. He’s still cold, and when Yoongi touches his face to check his temperature, he leans into the touch. Yoongi chuckles a little- mumbles something about him being a cuddler, like Namjoon, but Jungkook’s honestly too tired to pay much attention. He lets Yoongi maneuver him to his side, though, nosing at his neck and sighing contentedly when Yoongi pulls the blanket over the two of them. Yoongi’s so, so warm- that warmth easily lulls him into a deep, comforting sleep.
So maybe their first meeting isn’t so bad after all.
A month in and Jungkook already feels like he’s drowning.
Well, just a little. It’s nothing dramatic or serious (the more he tells himself that, the more he hopes that soon he’ll start to believe it), but his classes are hard. He struggles to juggle all of his homework and projects and misses an assignment the third week of school. He’s so upset about it that he could cry, and his professor is extremely unsympathetic. (“Just do better next time,” he had said, like Jungkook had just been too lazy to do the work.)
Trying to meet new people sucks and Jungkook feels like he’s not making any progress. He’s talked to a few people in his classes, sure, and he feels comfortable enough to sit next to them and chat during class, but that’s where it begins and ends. He knows that sometimes this stuff happens slowly, but this just feels- too slow. Like he’s doing something wrong, but he can’t quite figure out what that is.
He comes home exhausted after a long Friday spent at the library, desperately trying to make sense of one of the novels assigned for his literature class. He spent a solid six hours trying to figure it out and couldn’t make heads or tails of it- he’s frustrated, to say the least, and is kind of looking forward to crawling into his bed and pretending that he and all of his problems don’t exist for at least twelve hours (sixteen if he can swing it).
But when he opens the door, Jungkook’s greeted with the sight of Yoongi on the couch, fiddling with his cell phone. He looks relaxed and calm, dressed in all black, as per usual. “Jungkook?”
Jungkook tries to push all of those negative feelings to the back of his mind. Yoongi doesn’t deserve the brunt of his frustration. “Hi, hyung.”
Yoongi furrows his brows. He doesn’t say anything, which Jungkook appreciates, just sits on the couch while Jungkook puts away his shoes and tucks his coat into its home in the closet. He drags his backpack to his bedroom, not bothering to take out any of his books. If he has to even look at the stupid cover of that book one more time, he’s going to rip it in half.
His bed looks far too inviting so Jungkook drops himself on it, flopping his weight down with a heavy sigh. Even crawling under the covers seems like a lot of effort that he just can’t put out right now. Instead, he curls up into a little ball on top of them.
Isn’t he supposed to come to college and it’s all supposed to just… work out?
Isn’t he supposed to fit?
He chews on his lower lip, wondering what he’s doing wrong. The only person he talks to every day is Yoongi, and that’s because he’s his roommate. They’ve talked some, but not a lot, and Jungkook feels like he’s bothering him so he doesn’t seek him out to do anything together.
Somehow he falls asleep, or at least drifts, because he’s groggy and incoherent when he hears a knocking at the door.
“Kook?” It’s Yoongi, of course, but for some reason, hearing his voice makes Jungkook feel a little measure of relief. “I made some ramen. Come eat.”
It’s not a question. Jungkook’s first instinct is to refuse but Yoongi’s gone before he can even open his mouth. That and he’s pretty hungry- he only just now realizes that he hasn’t eaten anything since breakfast.
Slowly, he crawls out of bed. He feels sweaty and uncomfortable in his clothes so he kicks off his jeans and hoodie, sliding on a pair of sweatpants and his favourite red sweater. The material is soft and cozy and he doesn’t even care that he’s pouting a little childishly as he pads back into the kitchen in his bare feet.
“Over here,” Yoongi says. He’s already made himself comfortable on the couch, legs crossed, blanket strewn across his lap. He lifts up the corner of it, invitation clear.
It’s exactly what Jungkook needs.
He dives right in, apologizing under his breath when he knocks Yoongi’s knee a little, but Yoongi doesn’t seem to care. He lets Jungkook into his personal space, and when Jungkook is settled close next to him, he points to the table in front of the couch where there are two cups of ramen.
Jungkook’s mouth waters at the thought of it.
Politely, he picks one up and hands it to Yoongi first, before he grabs his own a little clumsily. All attempts of politeness go out the window as he wolfs down his cup of ramen, his hunger hitting him hard. He’s really glad Yoongi shelled out for the extra-large cups of ramen this time.
“Hey, slow down. Don’t choke,” Yoongi laughs, slurping his ramen at a much more acceptable rate. Jungkook makes a little whine of complaint, pleased when that earns him an eye-roll from Yoongi and a gesture that clearly reads well get on with it, then.
Jungkook laughs before polishing off the rest of his ramen, slurping up the broth with a satisfied hum. He drops it on the table, grabbing one of the bottles of water left there to down that, too.
He sighs, contentedly, already feeling a lot better now that he’s had something to eat and drink (it’s almost comical how something so small can help so much- but how doing that small thing is also so, so hard when he’s let it go for so long).
“Good?” Yoongi asks, stirring his half-eaten ramen with his chopsticks. “I’m not gonna finish this. You want it?”
“Really?” Jungkook tries to hide the excitement in his voice but it doesn’t really work. “You don’t have to, hyung.”
Yoongi scoffs, reaching over to press the cup into Jungkook’s hands. “I ate a lot for lunch. Eat up.”
“Thank you!” Jungkook’s not one to look a gift horse in the mouth- he devours the noodles, humming with satisfaction. Yoongi must add some extra spices to his because it’s got a slightly different flavor, but Jungkook likes it. It’s gone in no time, too, and Jungkook sighs happily, full and content.
Yoongi tucks an arm around Jungkook’s shoulders, fingertips scratching at his scalp soothingly. He doesn’t talk- not at first, just… exists, in the same space with Jungkook. Jungkook tucks himself a little closer to Yoongi, pleased when Yoongi tugs him in.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” Yoongi brushes a thumb up the line of Jungkook’s neck, tracing along his jaw thoughtfully.
Jungkook shrugs. “Not really,” he says, letting his head fall back on the couch cushions. “It’s all just… a lot.”
Yoongi nods. He doesn’t answer, but Jungkook knows he’s heard, knows he understands. He pulls himself away from Jungkook and stands up. “Come listen to this track I’ve been working on. I could use a second opinion.”
At that, Jungkook brightens up. He’s wanted to hear some of Yoongi’s music ever since he learned that Yoongi was a music composition major, and, according to Namjoon, a ‘pretty fucking amazing’ one, too.
“Yes!” He stands up, giddy, and knocks into Yoongi when he moves too fast for Yoongi’s pace.
“Aish, there’s no need to rush,” Yoongi chides, but there’s no negativity in his voice. He leads Jungkook to his bedroom, and it’s the first time Jungkook has been in there.
It’s pretty plain, to be honest. There’s nothing decorating the walls- no posters, no pictures, no paintings. It’s minimalist in style with a large desk and a bed, but everything is clean and organized. The only personal touch in the room is a large bookshelf that carefully holds a series of miniature metal models. ( Did Yoongi make those all himself? Jungkook wonders). It’s not like Jungkook’s room where he has a habit of leaving laundry on the floor until he gets around to washing it; Yoongi’s got a place for everything, and everything is in its place. Jungkook likes that about him.
On Yoongi’s desk sits a desktop with a large, flat monitor, and three different keyboards. They all have different dials and keys that Jungkook has no idea how to work, but Yoongi slides into his chair and starts fiddling with them with practiced ease.
Jungkook takes a seat on Yoongi’s bed after Yoongi tells him to, making himself comfortable on the edge of the bed. Yoongi’s bed is- well, it’s not what Jungkook would have expected. It’s piled with three different blankets, four fluffy pillows and a Kumamon plushie tucked into the blankets. It’s so cute that Jungkook can’t help but grin.
“So this piece is for my composition class,” Yoongi starts, and Jungkook looks over to see him hunched over the keyboard. “The assignment was to create a track for a ballad.” Yoongi frowns. “Not really my specialty, but we got to pick our partners at least, and a friend of mine is in the class we were paired with.”
“Oh yeah?” Jungkook asks, sitting up. He’s heard very little about Yoongi’s friends- he knows Namjoon, of course (or, well, he knows him by proxy, since he chatted online with Namjoon in the months leading up to his move-in just as he had chatted with Yoongi), but other than that, Jungkook hasn’t asked and Yoongi hasn’t shared.
“Mhm. We’re paired up with a second-year vocals class- his name’s Jimin. He’s got a really nice voice, so he’ll make any track sound good, but I want to make sure it’s something where his vocals can really stand out.” Yoongi pulls up a music file, clicking around on his keyboard. “You’ll meet him soon.”
Without warning, Yoongi starts the song, music pouring from his speakers.
The song starts with a soft piano, but builds, slowly, continually; it’s so soft, and sounds so vulnerable, so emotional. Even without vocals yet Jungkook feels so much from the back track alone- by the time the song comes to a close he has to remind himself to take a deep breath and hopefully calm his racing heart.
“Wow,” he says, his generally very solid grasp of the Korean language suddenly failing him.
“You think it sounds okay?” He asks. “I wrote up some lyrics to go with it, but I’m not sure about them. I’ll have to get Jimin’s input, but honestly I think the song would sound even better if there was more than one vocalist singing it.”
Jungkook nods, thinking. “Oh, yeah. That would give it a lot of depth.” He nibbles on his lower lip. “Do you know anyone else whose voice would fit?”
“Maybe.” Yoongi spins a little in his chair. “I’ve never asked all of them to sing in a song before, but there’s Taehyung, Jimin’s roommate. His voice has this- this deep tone to it. Raspy, very soft, almost sensual. Seokjin-hyung sings too, although he’s more interested in acting these days. He can hit these crazy high notes… he’ll tell you he’s nothing special, but that’s not true.” Then Yoongi turns his chair to face Jungkook. “You’re in some vocal classes too, right, Jungkook?”
Jungkook pales. “What? Me? Um, I mean, I am… I haven’t declared a major yet, but, yeah…”
Yoongi hums, looking thoughtful. “Well, there’s lots of time to figure that out. Wanna hear a few other songs I’ve gotten finished? There’s a few tracks I’ve rapped on, and a couple I’ve had Joonie rap for, too. He’s great- I’d almost be mad that he’s put all of our projects on hiatus while he’s studying abroad if he weren’t such a damn genius.”
“You rap, too?!” Jungkook can’t help but stare a little, impressed. He nods fervently before remembering to talk. “Yes, I want to- please!”
That's how Jungkook spends the rest of his evening, lying on Yoongi's bed and listening to track after track. At some point he closes his eyes and doesn't protest sleep, feeling markedly lighter than before.
And when he wakes up to find that he's still in Yoongi's bed, Yoongi curled up at his side, hand tucked around Jungkook’s bicep- well, Jungkook's day starts a whole lot better than usual.
As it turns out, YouTube is an awesome tutorial for pretty much everything.
Since a search on the Internet lead him to a DIY tutorial to help him fix his computer (which he managed to do as well- although it was terrifying taking his computer apart, he managed to put it all back together really easily following the steps outlined in the video) he’s learned how to properly proof his essays, sew the rip in his shirt that’s been bothering him for months now, and, cook.
He knew how to cook a little before leaving home, but he’d never taken much of an interest in learning. His mother cooked for their family- so Jungkook didn’t see it as important until suddenly, he was expected to cook for himself, and Jungkook likes good food.
He started small, but now Jungkook is confident enough in his cooking skills that he’s even started attempting recipes on his own; he’s been craving japchae for a solid week now, so he figured it’s about time that he try and make it on his own.
Everything’s coming together well. It’s a bit slow-going as he stir fries everything separately, but he follows the recipe carefully. He’s just finishing stir-frying the noodles when the apartment door swings open loudly and Yoongi walks in. He huffs, looking annoyed, snapback turned backwards on his head. Jungkook stares for probably too long while Yoongi slips off his shoes and hangs up his backpack.
“Hyung!” He calls as he moves the noodles from his frying pan to a bowl to mix with the rest of his ingredients. “I just finished making dinner. Are you hungry?”
Yoongi lights up at the mention of food. “Yeah, I’m starving. What did you make?”
“I made japchae!” Jungkook grins proudly, happy with how his dish looks. He smiles wider seeing Yoongi’s curious and interested expression, quickly digging around for some chopsticks and a bowl to serve some up for Yoongi. “Sit down, I’ll bring it to you.”
There’s no argument from Yoongi, who sits himself down at their small table, sniffing the air. “It smells good.” Jungkook puts the bowl down in front of him, sets his own bowl across from him and passes out the chopsticks. “Really, really good. Thanks Kook.”
“Don’t thank me until you’ve tried it.” Jungkook grins shyly, taking his seat across from Yoongi. He plays with his chopsticks, too nervous to try the food until Yoongi does first.
Yoongi swirls some noodles around in his bowl before loading up his chopsticks and taking a big bite. He chews thoughtfully, nodding, until he swallows and grins. “It’s really great, Jungkook. Thanks.”
Jungkook smiles into his first bite of food. “You’re welcome.” He devours a few bites before he remembers that it’s polite to make dinner conversation. “How was your day today?”
“Meh,” Yoongi shrugs between bites. “It was alright. Had to deal with some annoying classmates, but that’s finished now.” He’s about to bite into some beef until he pauses like he’s just remembered something. “Oh! I wanted to ask, are you busy tonight?”
Does a very important date with my bed and Netflix count? Jungkook thinks, but what he says instead is, “No, I’m free. No homework either. Why, what’s up?”
“Well Jiminie and Tae wanted to have us over,” he says. “I can’t believe it’s been a month and I still haven’t introduced you around yet- sorry, that’s on me.”
“Oh, no, hyung, it’s okay, you’re busy,” Jungkook protests, but his protests go ignored.
“They’re gonna have hyung and Hobi over, too. It’ll just be the six of us, pretty low-key. Nothing will get broken since Namjoonie is gone.” Yoongi smiles, that happy-sad smile he gets whenever he talks about his best friend. That’s fair- he’s going to be gone for an entire year. That must sting, at least a little. “Might watch a movie or something, I don't know. Does that sound alright?”
Truthfully, the idea of interacting socially is not high on Jungkook’s list of interests right now, but he really likes spending time with Yoongi, and if Yoongi is friends with these people, they can’t be that bad.
“That sounds great,” Jungkook says, and is surprised by how much he means it. “Nice and lowkey. Should be fun.”
Jungkook’s ambushed basically as soon as he walks in the front door.
“Oh my god, Yoongi! You didn’t tell us that your roommate was so cute!” Someone very loud with hair as bright and as red as his personality all but jumps on Jungkook after he engulfs Yoongi in a big hug.
Yoongi frowns. “How do I know if he’s cute or not?” He huffs, but Jungkook notices that he doesn’t push anyone away when not one, not two, but three other people come up and hug him, each one squeezing a little tighter than the last. So, Yoongi likes hugs. Duly noted.
“I’m Hoseok!” The one with the bright hair- Hoseok- pulls Jungkook into a bone-crushing hug; it’s been too long, Jungkook decides, since he’s gotten a hug like this. “It’s nice to meet you. Jungkookie, right?”
Jungkook nods, pulling away, a little dazed. “Um, yeah, I mean, I’m-”
“Jungkookie!” A warm body lands on top of Jungkook and he stumbles backwards to catch his balance. “It’s so good to meet you! We’ve heard so much about you.”
“Taehyung! Jeez, don’t suffocate him.” There’s some grumbling from Taehyung, who pulls himself away from Jungkook and flashes him a smile, and- wow, okay. All of Yoongi’s friends are really, really pretty. Taehyung has shaggy blonde hair, and although the style would probably look so strange on Jungkook, it looks amazing on Taehyung.
“Nice to finally meet you, Jungkookie!” Taehyung grins. “Yoongi-hyung has told us a lot about you. I’m Taehyung, and this is Jiminie, and that’s Seokjin-hyung.” Taehyung points to each person as he introduces them, and Jungkook just smiles, nodding shyly.
“Um, hi. It’s- I’m Jungkook.” He looks down at the floor and scratches the back of his neck. Okay, so, yeah, Yoongi has called him Jungkookie a few times before, but the fact that his friends think that’s his name?
He looks over to Yoongi, who is blushing cutely and grumbling as he unwinds his scarf from around his neck. “Stop harassing him. Hurry up and get in here, I wanna watch this movie.”
Hours later, they make their way back to their apartment
“So? Did you have a good time?” Yoongi asks, dropping down onto the couch next to Jungkook.
“Yeah. They’re all really nice.” Jungkook purses his lips thoughtfully. “And Taetae-hyung’s really pretty.”
Yoongi huffs. He kicks his feet up on the footrest and leans back into the couch. “I guess, if you think so. But didn’t you say that you liked cute things better?”
Jungkook hides his smile in his cup ramen. Yoongi’s extra cute when he’s a little jealous. “Yeah, hyung, I do.”
Jungkook looks up from where he’d been tucked on the couch, reading through a novel for his literature class. He’s in his favourite comfy position- on his back on the seat of the couch with his legs dangling over the armrest, dark green blanket tucked around his shoulders. (On days when he’s lucky, Yoongi will come and let Jungkook use his lap as a pillow.) “Hyung?”
“I wanna make some brownies,” Yoongi says, pursing his lips. He’s standing in the kitchen, in front of their always meticulously-organized fridge. “I have a recipe. Will you help me make some?”
Really, Jungkook should probably keep reading. This book isn’t going to read itself (although he really wishes it would, as it keeps trying to put him to sleep) but he doesn’t want to refuse Yoongi. “Okay,” he says, putting a bookmark in his book and setting it on the table.
Yoongi’s already pulled the carton of eggs from the fridge and has set it down on the counter, back to Jungkook as he murmurs to himself about the ingredients they’ll need. As soon as Jungkook’s close, he touches the small of Yoongi’s back gently.
“The recipe is in the drawer next to the fridge,” Yoongi says, turning to face Jungkook. “There’s a folder there with a bunch of them. Can’t promise it’ll be organized- that was Joonie’s job, when he was here. I don’t fuss with it.”
Nodding, Jungkook rummages around in the drawer until he finds the folder. It’s the only thing he’s seen so far that isn’t impeccably organized, little post-it notes scrawled between recipes cut out from magazines, scribbled on pieces of paper and printed off the internet (One recipe for samgyeopsal has a post-it note on the top with Yoongi’s favourite scrawled on it- Jungkook tucks that knowledge away in his brain for a rainy day). He manages to find the recipe tucked between instructions for Seokjin’s jajangmyeon and cabbage kimchi that must be from Namjoon’s mother, judging by the note attached.
“What do we need?” Yoongi asks, leaning against the kitchen island.
Turns out, they have all of the ingredients on hand. Jungkook reads out the ingredients and measures everything, adding it to a bowl while Yoongi mixes it all together. Soon enough they’ve got all of the ingredients in the bowl and have only made a slight disaster of the kitchen.
Yoongi’s meticulous in the kitchen, just how he is in all areas of his life. (He has cup ramen down to a science- Jungkook asked him, during his first week here, how Yoongi managed to make it so quickly and so deliciously, and he’d admitted he had even timed how long he had to pour water into the cup to get the perfect amount.)
Jungkook watches, leaning against their kitchen island, as Yoongi finishes mixing the batter, knocking off the excess from his spoon. He lifts it to his mouth and licks off a stripe, humming appreciatively at the flavour.
“Wanna taste?” He turns towards Jungkook and holds out the spoon for him. He’s smiling, still licking his lips at the flavour.
“Yeah,” Jungkook nods, stepping close enough to take the spoon from between Yoongi’s fingers. He takes a tentative lick, but when it tastes amazing he’s quick to shove it in his mouth to clean it all off. “Oh my god, it’s so good,” he mumbles around the spoon.
Yoongi laughs. “Well it’s mostly chocolate and sugar, so I’d hope it’s good.”
“Chocolate and sugar- two of the best food groups, I must say.” Jungkook grins, tossing the spoon in the dishwasher.
“Oven’s preheated, right?” Yoongi’s digging around in a cabinet for a pan to bake the brownies in, and comes out with one that’s bright red.
Jungkook glances over at the oven. “Yup!” He flits closer to offer his help, but Yoongi handles the rest, gently pouring the batter into the pan after he rubs it down with butter to grease it up. “What do you need me to do, hyung?”
“Frosting?” He suggests. He taps the pan a few times against the counter to get all of the batter more or less flat. It looks good, and Jungkook can’t wait to taste it.
“I’m on it!” Jungkook digs around in the fridge for some whipping cream and grabs the sugar.
Jungkook and Yoongi have similar tastes in food, which really comes in handy. Jungkook’s learned that they both love spicy ramen, dark coffee and food that isn’t too sweet, so Jungkook doesn’t bother to ask before measuring out a small quantity of sugar for the frosting.
They switch places, Yoongi whipping up the cream while Jungkook puts the brownies in the oven and starts the timer. It sets with a soft whirr, the little Kumamon kitchen timer far too cute for Jungkook to handle.
Then again, Yoongi’s a lot cuter than Jungkook had first thought. He’s absolutely loving getting to see all of these tiny little glimpses of Yoongi- actual Yoongi, unfiltered and unconcerned- as they grow closer and get more used to living together.
Jungkook loves the way that Yoongi falls asleep on the couch while listening to music, curled up in a tight little ball, hands tucked between his thighs to keep them warm (He always shifts just a little bit when Jungkook covers him up with a blanket, sighing contentedly). He finds the way Yoongi’s nose scrunches up when he drinks something really hot, like when he slurps on too-hot ramen because he’s hungry and impatient, to be incredibly endearing. He’s a lot more open around Jungkook and affectionate, Jungkook finds (although the first few times Yoongi flops on the couch and cuddles up to him Yoongi freezes realizing it’s Jungkook and pushes himself away- “Sorry, Joon didn’t care,” he’d say, until Jungkook managed to convince him that he didn’t mind it either).
“Kook?” Yoongi’s voice jars Jungkook from his thoughts, and he shakes his head, looking over to find Yoongi’s finished whipping the cream and is carefully licking it from one of the beaters. There’s frosting on his nose, and on one of his cheeks, but he doesn’t seem to notice. He hums happily, smiling, but Jungkook- Jungkook can’t help but laugh.
Yoongi looks up, brows furrowed but still smiling. “What?”
You're cute when you smile, Jungkook thinks. What he says instead is, “you have frosting on your nose.”
Yoongi frowns, pawing at his face with a thumb until he comes back with a little stripe of frosting. He licks it off, dutifully rubbing at his face to make sure he’s got it all, ignoring Jungkook’s little giggles as he watches.
“I can feel you looking at me,” Yoongi frowns, eyes closed as he thumbs over his eyelids.
Jungkook smiles fondly and reaches over to brush away a little bit of frosting left on Yoongi’s jaw. “What? Nope, not me.”
Well, the two of them- Jungkook and Yoongi- have survived a whole three months with Yoongi thinking that Jungkook’s normal, until it all comes crashing down on an otherwise-normal Saturday afternoon.
(All because of a cold bowl of kimchi jjigae.)
At nineteen years old, there isn’t really a lot for Jungkook to be afraid of.
He’s never been afraid of the traditionally ‘scary’ things- he loves horror movies, and jumpscares make him laugh. He doesn’t mind heights, or bugs, or- well, anything, really.
Well. Almost anything.
Jeon Jungkook has one weakness.
It stares him in the face as he holds a bowl of kimchi jjigae in one hand.
The food smells good, even cold- the bowl was carefully packed by Seokjin after he had the group over for dinner two nights ago, and sent Jungkook home with leftovers. He really wants to eat it, but he knows it’ll taste better warmed up, and he really doesn’t want to have to dirty then wash a pot to warm it up on the stove.
So, the microwave it is.
The thing is- Jungkook knows his fear is silly. He knows it’s childish, and unfound; he knows that microwaves are safe, and that they probably won’t explode and kill anyone who is in the same room while one is on. It’s just that he doesn’t really understand how they work (the internet has not been helpful either, okay?) and, well. He’s been this way since he was a kid, and he’s not sure it’s ever going to change.
Jungkook shoves the bowl into the microwave, cringing when it spills over a little. He’ll clean it up later. He slams the door closed and clumsily sets the timer for two minutes- then bolts.
His room is safe territory. Don’t ask him why, it just is. As soon as he makes it to his room he slams the door and presses himself up against it, heaving in a deep breath. It’s okay. He made it. He won’t-
Shit. Jungkook looks up finally and realizes- he’s not in his room. He’s in Yoongi’s room.
He briefly contemplates escaping back to his own room, but decides against that when he hears the microwave whirring in the distance. It’s still going, and will be for another minute and a half, at least.
Yoongi’s sitting on his bed, facing Jungkook now, eyebrows knit together in worry. That’s fair- Jungkook doesn’t usually thunder down the hallway and lock himself in Yoongi’s room. If he had less self control in this moment, he’d have already crawled into bed with Yoongi, but thankfully he manages to stay where he is.
Oh, right. He’s supposed to talk though. “Um,” Jungkook starts, voice quiet and small, “Yeah, it’s- it’s me.”
That doesn’t seem to answer any of Yoongi’s questions. He looks confused as ever. “Are you okay? What happened?”
So the thing is that Jungkook doesn’t lie.
It’s not really that he has some big moral opposition to it. He knows it’s bad, in the same way that he knows not to steal or cheat, but the main reason why he doesn’t lie- why he doesn’t even try to lie- is that he’s absolutely horrible at it.
(One time, when he was eight, he did try to lie to his mom about doing his homework when he hadn’t, and he’d just about sweat through his t-shirt and trembled until she called him on it.)
So when he opens his mouth to speak, the truth comes tumbling out.
“I, um,” he stammers, “It, um- what if it- it might- explode?”
Yoongi stares at him blankly. “What?”
Jungkook sweats. He knows he has no way out of this. Yoongi’s going to realize, and he’s going to laugh- he’s going to tell all of their friends, and Jungkook really, really wishes that he had something better to reply with, but he seems to have lost the ability to form proper sentences.
“Um,” Jungkook says. He realizes he must have been silent for a while because he hears the microwave ding! in the distance.
Yoongi wrinkles his nose. “Jungkook, are you talking about… the microwave?”
Shit. This is it. He’s been caught. The ruse is up- the days of being Yoongi’s sometimes almost maybe cool roommate are over. Who will he be now? The kid who’s afraid of the microwave?
“Um,” he repeats, a little dumbly, “...maybe?”
There’s no immediate response. Yoongi just blinks slowly from where he’s sitting on his bed, legs crossed as he fiddles with one of those metal puzzles that he likes building so much. (Jungkook doesn’t know why he insists on building them- it seems far too difficult, especially for him to do, but Yoongi always powers through, even when he gets frustrated.) Jungkook’s heart does that thing when he realizes that Yoongi’s building the model of the SR2 Normandy Jungkook had pointed out the last time they were shopping, after Jungkook had ranted about how much he loved Mass Effect, the game it came from.
Slowly, Jungkook peels himself off Yoongi’s door. Yoongi’s not laughing, so he feels at least a little bit hopeful. “Hyung?”
Carefully Yoongi moves the pieces of his ship to his night table. He pats the space on the bed next to him, but still doesn’t speak. Jungkook swallows, nervous, but he walks over and gingerly sits down on the very edge of the bed.
He doesn’t realize his hands are shaking until Yoongi reaches out and touches his hand. Contrary to how Yoongi appears when he first meets someone- cold and standoffish- his skin is always warm to the touch. It’s so reflective of his personality, Jungkook thinks.
Cold at first, until you get to know him.
“Are you okay?” Yoongi asks, and it’s- it’s not what Jungkook was expecting, clearly, because he flounders trying to find an answer.
“I, um,” he looks down at where Yoongi is touching his arm, cheeks flushed, “yeah, I mean, I’m okay, I know it’s kind of, um, silly? So it’s- it’s not a big deal-”
“Are you still hungry?” Yoongi asks, cutting him right off.
Jungkook blinks slowly. He plays with one of the rips in his jeans. “Um. Yes?”
“Wait here,” Yoongi says, and pushes himself off the bed. Jungkook watches him leave his bedroom, carefully clicking the door shut behind him.
Ten seconds pass. Jungkook hears some rummaging in the kitchen, drawers being opened. What has to be the microwave being opened, then closed. More rummaging. Jungkook stares at Yoongi’s closed door until it opens again, Yoongi walking in with the bowl of kimchi jjigae in one hand, two bottles of iced tea tucked into the other.
Jungkook hurriedly shuffles to the edge of the bed when Yoongi stops just beside it to reach out and take the bowl from him. Yoongi shakes his other hand, and Jungkook takes one of the iced teas, too.
“Thank you,” Jungkook says meekly.
Yoongi smiles, that real, warm smile that shows off his gums. Jungkook melts, a little. “You wanna sit with me while I work on this thing?” Yoongi sits back down next to Jungkook and nudges him with an elbow. He misses his ribs and hits him in the arm, but Jungkook can only laugh.
“Yeah.” Jungkook looks down at his bowl and stirs the contents with his chopsticks thoughtfully. “Sorry, hyung.”
That earns him a scoff as Yoongi plucks his miniature ship model off of his nightstand. Jungkook takes a big bite of his food- it tastes so, so good. At least the flavour wasn’t destroyed by the microwave. “You know, ever since I was a kid, I’ve been really scared of thunderstorms.”
“Really?” Jungkook swallows down another bite. He doesn’t have to care so much about minding his manners around Yoongi, and that’s nice. He’s never bothered when Jungkook shovels food in his mouth.
“Mhm.” Yoongi fiddles with a few longer pieces of metal, feeling around to see where they fit. It’s a slow process, but strangely calming to watch. “The noise freaked me out. I felt like there was no way that something could be so loud and not hurt me. Didn’t matter how many people told me that they weren’t going to- I’d hear thunder and strong wings and just… panic.”
Jungkook chews his next bite slowly, thinking. “Are you still scared?”
“Sometimes.” There’s a soft click as a piece slides into place, the puzzle one step closer to completion. “I don’t think… I don’t think that you can just get over something like that just because people tell you it’s not something worth being afraid of, you know? You still feel scared. And that’s okay.” Jungkook looks up to watch Yoongi’s face, watch his eyebrows furrow in concentration, watch him nibble on his lower lip when a piece doesn’t fit quite right and he’s not yet sure why.
It’s not that Jungkook likes the idea of Yoongi being scared, but, knowing that he’s not the only one afraid of something makes him feel a small measure of comfort. “What do you do, when you’re scared?”
Yoongi clicks his tongue. Jungkook finishes the last of his food and stretches to place his bowl on Yoongi’s desk. “Music, usually. Helps block out the sound. Just being in my room, my comfort place.” He clicks another part into the model. “Being around someone. Joon used to stay with me when they got bad. I didn’t have to ask, he’d- he’d just come, sometimes. That was nice.”
Jungkook shifts back against Yoongi’s pillow, flipping over on his side so that he can still watch Yoongi build. “Hyung, you know, if you wanted… I could… maybe… do that for you?” He pauses. “Um, if- if you wanted me to?”
The only thing that gives away Yoongi’s nervousness is the teeny hint of a blush that darkens his cheeks and the tip of his nose.
“I’d like that,” he says, and clears his throat, “but only on one condition.”
Jungkook moves his gaze up to Yoongi’s face. He takes in the gentle curve of his nose, and the soft lines of his jaw. He’d really like to touch, he thinks. “What’s the condition?”
“You have to come to me too when you’re scared, okay?” Yoongi reaches over with one hand, finds Jungkook’s wrist and gives it a reassuring squeeze. “No matter what it’s about. Deal?”
“Even if my fear is that I’m scared a microwave is going to explode and kill me, or that it’ll leak weird radiation if I’m in the same room and instead of getting superpowers I’ll end up horribly mutated and probably covered in boils?” He wiggles his hand out of Yoongi’s grip to press their palms together, instead. He lets their fingers brush and just leaves them there, for now.
Yoongi laughs. How can Jungkook not smile at that? “Yes,” he says, and presses their hands together more firmly, slipping his fingers into the spaces between Jungkook’s. “Especially then. Because, I’ll have you know, no matter how scary something is, there’s safety in numbers. Okay?”
He gives Jungkook’s hand a reassuring squeeze, and Jungkook feels like he’s shed a huge weight off his heart. “Okay, hyung. Thanks.”
“Hyung, what are you doing over the break?”
Yoongi shifts from where he’s sitting at his desk, dutifully mixing a track for his composition class. He’s been at it for hours- Jungkook would know, he’s been curled up in Yoongi’s bed the entire time, going over his notes for his psychology class- hardly moving, only remembering to drink his water every time that Jungkook reminds him gently, every half an hour or so.
“Uh. I’m staying here?” Yoongi says, confusion in his voice. He fiddles with a few of the dials on his keyboard that Jungkook doesn’t pretend to understand. “My parents work, and my brother won’t be home, so there’s no point in me going home.”
Jungkook nods, slowly. He’s been thinking about asking Yoongi this for the better part of a month now, ever since Yoongi had mentioned in passing, during a voice call with Namjoon (Yoongi’s hopeless when technology doesn’t work the first time around, and after Jungkook had been his tech support a few nights in a row he’d just started staying and talking to Namjoon for a bit, too) that he wasn’t going to be going home during their two-week break from school.
If Yoongi stays on his own, Jungkook knows he’s going to work himself to the bone, not eat properly, and hermit the entire time. None of their other friends are staying during the break and Jungkook knows that Yoongi is too proud to ask for help when he needs it.
Fiddling with his book, Jungkook wonders how to breach the topic. Does he just up and ask it? What if Yoongi says no? It’s going to be awkward if he says no. But, well- what if he says yes? What will they do for two weeks? What-
“Jungkook, I can feel you overthinking from here.” Yoongi sighs. He has his back to Jungkook, still facing his screen. “You haven’t turned your page in far too long.”
Damn him and his keen hearing. Jungkook closes his book calmly, mulling over the question in his head. “Hyung, I- I wanna ask you something, okay? You can totally say no if you really don’t want to but um, please don’t say no- no, wait, I mean don’t feel like you have to say no, I’m not asking for any reason other than I want to and-
“Woah, take a breath, Kook.” Yoongi finally slips his headphones off his neck and stands up, coming closer so that he can sit on the bed next to Jungkook. His hand finds Jungkook’s. He doesn’t grab it, he just rests his palm on top of Jungkook’s- he knows how that calms him.
Jungkook inhales deeply. “Hyung, will you come back to Busan with me for the break?”
Yoongi pauses. “What?”
He heard, Jungkook knows it, but he repeats himself anyway, a little slower this time. “Will you come back to Busan with me? For the break? Please? It’d be fun, hyung, we could have a little vacation and I have enough room in my old bedroom and my parents would be happy to have you there.”
“Your parents know about me?” Yoongi sounds so surprised that Jungkook has to frown.
“Um, yeah? Of course. I talk about you all the time.” Jungkook tilts his head to the side. “I asked them if they’d be okay if you came- just, um, just in case you wanted to, too- and they said yes. I think they really would like to meet you. I was listening to that track you mixed for Hoseok-hyung when my parents called a while back? They really loved it it.”
“They liked my track?” Yoongi still sounds surprised, and Jungkook must be missing the punchline because Yoongi’s work is amazing, how could anyone not like it?
And then it hits him.
Yoongi’s parents aren’t impeding his music studies, but they sure aren’t supportive of him either.
Jungkook hadn’t known at first. Yoongi still talks about his parents, sometimes (although not very often). Jungkook hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but while making a fresh pot of coffee one morning while Yoongi was talking to Namjoon, he’d just- overheard. (“They asked how much longer I’m going to keep this up,” Yoongi had said, and he’d sounded so, so tired. “They still think that this isn’t my forever, Joon. I don’t- I don’t even know what to do about them anymore.”)
Jungkook’s hit suddenly with a wave of emotion. Not sadness, or pity, just- feeling, a lot of feeling for this boy who’s been nothing but supportive of Jungkook in his first year of college; he’s supported him through tough classes with annoying projects, his loneliness and struggle to make friends and find a place for himself. Yoongi even supported him through his silly phobia.
He feels an intense need to be close and throws himself on top of Yoongi, hugging him tightly. Yoongi makes a soft little oof sound, surprised to suddenly have Jungkook’s weight on top of him, but he’s gotten used to it, now. (The first time it’d happened Yoongi had been so surprised he’d shoved Jungkook right off him and to the floor. They’d both spent the better part of five minutes apologizing to each other, but since then, Jungkook has done in countless times, and Yoongi never seems to mind.)
“Kook?” Yoongi reaches up and pets Jungkook’s hair in that way that he likes. Jungkook cuddles in a little bit more, not minding that he’s half draped across Yoongi, and rests his head on his shoulder.
“They loved it,” Jungkook says, breaths soft. He fiddles with the hem of Yoongi’s hoodie with his fingers. “What do you say, hyung? Do you want to come with me?”
If Yoongi really doesn’t want to come, that’d be okay, but Jungkook hopes- he hopes-
“Kook…” Yoongi sighs. He sounds… conflicted. “I don’t know.”
“What don’t you know about?” Jungkook asks, twisting his fingers in the fabric of Yoongi’s shirt.
“I don’t know if it’s a good idea,” Yoongi admits. “I’m not- It might not be as easy as you think. Does your family know about-”
“Yeah,” Jungkook says, nodding. He presses his nose into the juncture of Yoongi’s neck and breathes in slowly. He likes the scent of Yoongi’s cologne. Light, fresh- not too strong. “It’s good, hyung. Do you want to come?”
Yoongi starts moving his hand again, petting Jungkook’s hair. “What’s there to do in Busan, anyway?”
“I’ll bring you to all my favourite places, hyung!” Jungkook wiggles a bit in excitement. “You’ll really like it- I promise. It’ll be so fun!”
“Okay,” Yoongi laughs, “I’ll come, Kook. But you better take me to that jajangmyeon place you keep talking about.”
Jungkook beams. “Deal!”
Jungkook’s not sure there’s anything better than the warm, salty air of a sweet summer evening at the beach in his hometown of Busan.
His family’s long since gone home, but he’s managed to convince Yoongi to stay out at the beach with him. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore is rhythmic and relaxing; Jungkook could almost fall asleep to it, if he let himself.
Yoongi’s sitting at his side, knees drawn up tight to his chest. He’s doodling nonsense patterns into the sand, unbothered when he traces over the same spots and messes up what he’s already drawn. He looks relaxed, finally; his toes dug into the warm sand, all of his muscles drooped with relaxation. It makes Jungkook smile to see him like this.
There’s no need to fill the silence, and Jungkook can’t express how much he appreciates that. Yoongi’s shoulder is pressed up against his, and when Jungkook slides his arm around Yoongi’s shoulder, it just feels right. Feels good.
Feels better than anything Jungkook could have pictured, to be honest. He never expected to wind up here. He’d never expected it when he’d responded to Yoongi’s ad looking for a roommate, or when he’d fallen asleep half on top of him after dripping water all over his carpet when they’d first met; he hadn’t expected it when Yoongi had helped to quell his loneliness, didn’t even expect it when he’d shared his deepest secrets with Yoongi.
He hadn’t seen it coming, it just- happened. Slowly. Now, Jungkook can’t imagine what his life would be like without Yoongi.
He tightens his grip around Yoongi’s shoulder, pulling him closer.
“Kook?” Yoongi’s voice is curious, but he doesn’t fight it when Jungkook draws him in close and rests his chin on top of Yoongi’s head.
“Hyung,” Jungkook says. He gingerly presses a kiss to the top of Yoongi’s hair.
Yoongi freezes. “Kook?”
Jungkook squeezes him tighter, nuzzling the top of his head. “Hyung, I… Can I- Can I tell you something?”
There’s a moment of silence where all Jungkook can hear is the crashing of the waves. Yoongi is very, very quiet, and when he finally responds, his voice comes out small. “Yeah.”
Deep breath in. Jungkook closes his eyes and steels his nerves. Despite the fact that he’s sure, (really, he’s not sure he’s been so sure about anything in his entire life) saying it out loud is scary.
But he remembers what Yoongi had told him. There’s safety in numbers.
Yoongi is his safety.
“I’m… not sure exactly when, or where, or how it happened,” he starts, eyes still closed. He doesn’t need to see Yoongi to know he’s chewing at his lower lip, to feel the way he’s squeezing Jungkook’s arms uncertainly. “But somewhere along the way things… changed, for me. I changed. I think it has a lot to do with you, hyung. You helped me in ways that I don’t even know how to describe. It was so subtle that I didn’t even see it happening at the time… but I have so much to thank you for.”
“I like you, hyung,” Jungkook blurts out, too scared that if he stops now he’ll lose momentum. “Like you so much. I’d- I’d really like to be with you, properly, if- if you want that, too.” Jungkook opens his eyes, finally lifting his head off Yoongi’s, shifting until he’s able to see him properly.
Yoongi bites on his lower lip and Jungkook’s eyes are drawn to the movement, watching his teeth nibble on it gently. “Are you sure, Kook?”
Jungkook frowns, confused. “Sure about what?”
The way that Yoongi’s voice shakes has Jungkook’s heart squeezing tight. Jungkook’s heard Yoongi speak in a lot of different ways. He’s heard him be sarcastic and joking; he’s heard him be serious and forthcoming and he’s heard him whisper sweetly, reassuringly, when Jungkook’s on the brink of a panic attack. But this is the first time that he’s heard him sound afraid. “You’re sure that I'm enough?”
Jungkook wrinkles his nose. He really just wants to kiss Yoongi. Why isn’t he doing that already? “What? Why wouldn't you be...?”
That earns him a scoff and a well-practiced eye roll. Yoongi gestures dramatically at his face and it all starts to click into place.
"Wait- what?" Jungkook says, a little dumbly, before it all clicks into place. "You mean because you're blind?"
Yoongi just about chokes. “Yes,” he says, looking like he’s questioning just about every life decision that’s lead him to this moment. "For real, Kook! You say it like you forgot about it."
Jungkook smiles, nose scrunching in happiness. He leans in close enough to brush their noses together, nuzzling Yoongi affectionately.
"You're Yoongi-hyung- my hyung who helped me feel at home here, who helped me feel safe... Who cuddled me when I was sad and lonely. Yoongi-hyung, the one that I like... You being blind doesn't change any of that. You're more than enough." Jungkook brushes Yoongi’s nose with his own, their lips merely a hair’s breadth apart. “So hyung... can I kiss you?”
He waits. Yoongi’s still in his arms, until finally, finally, he starts to move. He squeezes one of Jungkook’s hands, letting go of his other to cup his face, secure and steady. His traces Jungkook’s face with his fingertips- the gentle slope of his nose, the soft curve of his cheeks, the strong line of his jaw, the plush of his lips. He’s- he’s looking, Jungkook realizes, and that realization hits him harder than he could have imagined, his entire body tingling with anticipation and excitement and nerves.
He hopes that Yoongi feels even just a fraction of what he feels. That he can see beyond just what’s on the surface-
Yoongi closes the distance between them and presses their lips together, a kiss so soft and sweet; Jungkook melts against him, arms snug around Yoongi’s shoulders, a warm, solid weight. He tastes like the salty sea air, like the coffee they’d shared in the car and hope, like the promise of a new future yet still wrapped in the comfort and safety that Jungkook’s come to know and rely on.
Mostly, he tastes like a home Jungkook hadn’t realized he’d needed until he found it.
When they finally pull apart, Yoongi smiles, wide and happy; he cups Jungkook’s face with both his hands and presses their foreheads together.
“In case it’s not obvious, I like you too, Kook,” he says, nuzzling Jungkook’s face. Jungkook could probably launch himself into the sun at this point and die happily. That’d be fine. He grips Yoongi’s sides, needing an anchor. “So, so much. My Kookie.”
“Hyung,” Jungkook whines, digging his toes into the sand, nose crinkled as he smiles. He twists his fingers in the fabric of Yoongi’s shirt, feeling giddy and warm and happy.
So, so happy, and maybe a little bit in love, too.
But, one day at a time. For now, he presses in for another kiss, sighing when Yoongi kisses back like he's a treasure; a gift. He hopes that Yoongi knows he feels the exact same way about him.