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Yoongi’s alarm blares loudly on his nightstand. His immediate reaction is to extend his arm out from under the covers without even opening his eyes, attempting to slap his phone screen with his fingers to either snooze or shut it off—doesn’t matter which. 

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Yoongi retracts his arm, groaning. He can’t reach it. 

I wish you’d just shut up, he thinks.


And then the alarm silences itself.

Yoongi exhales deeply. Maybe his phone died? Maybe another notification interrupted it? He doesn’t know and doesn’t care. He’s just relieved to be able to get a few more minutes of peace and quiet. Of sleep.

What would be even better? I wish dance practice was canceled today. I really don’t want to get up. Yoongi's aching muscles do most of the talking.

A soft knock comes to his door, and he makes an agitated grumbling sound.

“Hyung, dance practice is canceled today so you don’t have to get up,” Namjoon’s voice says. “I’m heading to the gym with Taehyung.”

“What?” Yoongi calls out, surely he couldn’t have heard that right.

“Dance is canceled, Sungdeuk-ssi is sick.”

“Okay,” Yoongi responds. Wow. He’s really lucking out this morning. He’ll message Sungdeuk later and tell him to rest up.

But for now, he’s gonna take that advice himself. Yoongi shuts his eyes and wakes a couple hours later to a rumbling stomach. He rolls over and swings his legs off the bed, feet landing in his slippers. He stretches and stands up.

I wish we had something decent to eat at home. And I really need a coffee, he thinks as he goes to his door and steps into the hallway.

The apartment smells good, like someone cooked. Or maybe— Ah. In the kitchen on the island counter is a plastic bag with a familiar logo. It’s their favorite Thai place. Yoongi opens the bag, and the box on top has his name scribbled on it in Taehyung’s handwriting. 

“Hell yeah,” he mumbles to himself when he opens it and sees his favorite order. Spicy pad see ew with grilled beef. 

Yoongi is about to start a pot of coffee when he hears someone enter the kitchen behind him. He turns, and there’s Jungkook holding two Americanos. 

“One’s for you, hyung,” Jungkook smiles.

Yoongi’s stomach flutters. 

Fuck . It’s just...he likes Jungkook so much. And now he’s giving Yoongi coffee like he can read his mind. All of Yoongi’s wishes are coming true today, it’s kind of unbelievable. It reminds him of the members and ARMY calling him a fortune teller—saying he speaks things into fruition. Asking for daesangs, stadium performances, getting top of the charts. Practically all of it has come true, including a Grammy nomination. 

Today is starting to feel like that, but on a smaller scale. Wouldn’t it be funny if even more things he wishes for came true?

It would be nice if Jungkook could spend the day with me. Maybe that’s selfish, but I wish he could.

“Here,” Jungkook slides Yoongi’s coffee across the counter. “We got what you like from the Thai place right?”

“Yeah, thank you,” Yoongi comes back to the counter and pulls out his paper box. He snaps apart the disposable chopsticks and digs into the room-temperature food. Jungkook is sitting on a barstool across from him, sipping his coffee and looking down at his phone. 

“Don’t you have stuff to do today?” Yoongi asks.

“Nah,” Jungkook shrugs. “I thought I’d spend the day with you.”

“With—with me?” Yoongi pauses, noodles halfway to his mouth.

“Can I follow you to your studio and listen to what you’re working on? I’m out of ideas right now.”

“Um, sure,” Yoongi agrees. That’s a bit weird. It’s not uncommon for Jungkook to spend time with Yoongi alone, but it’s never for a whole day. Not like this. His wishes can’t really be coming true, can they? Yoongi shakes himself, clicking his tongue.

“What’s up?” Jungkook looks over at him, eyes big and sweet as ever. 

Yoongi can’t make eye contact with him. He’s always been bad at it, but with these feelings he’s somehow found himself having for Jungkook it’s become even more impossible.

“Nothing, I’m just thinking.”

Jungkook nods and looks back at his phone, wondering quietly, “When are we going to the Genius Lab?”

“In like an hour,” Yoongi decides. 

Jungkook nods again, quiet. It’s easy to be with him like this. There’s a lot of reasons Yoongi has fallen for him, and this is certainly one of them. This, and Jungkook’s endless talent and creative mind. His maturity in serious situations and his ability to adapt to any situation. His skill in the dance room and on stage is a given, as are his beautiful vocals. Not to mention he’s unbearably handsome. Even now, bare-faced and pouting at his phone, Jungkook is beautiful.

Yoongi finishes his food, showers, and when he comes back from his room Jungkook is waiting expectantly for him. 

“The car is here for us,” Jungkook says. 

They get into the elevator and head down to the car park. Yoongi is still thinking about, well, his wishes. Maybe he’s imagining it all, maybe it’s all coincidence, but Yoongi knows how to make sure. He’ll wish for something next to impossible to happen. He’ll wish for something Jungkook has never done before, and likely never will. 

I wish he’d hold my hand.

Yoongi holds his breath as the elevator doors open. He and Jungkook walk forward at the same time, shoulders bumping. Yoongi's arms are stiff at his side as they head towards their car. 

“Hyung,” Jungkook says softly, causing Yoongi to glance at him just as Jungkook grabs his hand and slots their fingers together.

A gasp dies on Yoongi’s tongue as he stares at Jungkook in shock. No way. No way. Jungkook is holding Yoongi’s hand because he wished for it. Unless—unless this truly a miracle.

Yoongi can hardly think straight as Jungkook leads them to the car. The younger man checks in with their manager and driver, and then opens the door to get in first. The entire time he doesn’t let Yoongi’s hand go. Yoongi is dragged into the car behind Jungkook, and then suddenly they’re sitting right beside each other in the backseat when there’s plenty of space to spread out.

Yoongi isn’t squeezing Jungkook’s hand back, too embarrassed and uncertain to reciprocate. His insides are squirming with excitement and nerves. Jungkook is so warm, so close, and smells so good. His hands are a little rough but he’s so gentle. 

Yoongi has daydreamed about this before. Longed for it. It’s just holding hands—what’s the harm in embracing it? He clamps his fingers around Jungkook’s and leans into the feeling of Jungkook at his side. 

“We should have stayed home and gone to sleep,” Jungkook mumbles, snuggling even closer and resting his head on Yoongi’s shoulder.

You didn’t wish for him to do that, a voice says in Yoongi's head but he ignores it. It’s not like he knows how this power works. 

They arrive and get out of the car, and Jungkook never lets Yoongi’s hand go once. Not through the halls, up the elevator, or even while Yoongi was punching in the door code. Not until Yoongi pulls away himself to sit in his leather-covered desk chair. He wakes up his desktop as Jungkook hums behind him, peeking around the shelves in the Genius Lab to see if there’s anything new added since the last time he came.

In fact, it has been awhile since Jungkook came and sat with Yoongi while he worked. He’s come by briefly plenty of times to say a quick hi, but nothing more than that.

Yoongi exhales deeply and opens his most recent project, then pulls up another producer’s revisions on a different monitor and begins to look through the changes. He’s meant to already be working on the melody, but the entire song is taking longer than expected. Is he just overthinking it? Are the answers simpler than he thinks? 

I wish I could relax, I’m thinking too much.

“Hyyyuuunggg,” Jungkook giggles and Yoongi feels him bump into the back of his chair. “Can I sit by you and watch?”

“Sure,” Yoongi agrees. 

Jungkook makes a small sound of appreciation and then drags an extra chair over. He’s very close. Knee bumping Yoongi’s, smelling faintly of soap. One of his hands slips onto Yoongi’s thigh, fiddling with the seam of jeans. It’s harmless and innocent, but the innocent touch and Jungkook’s closeness makes him feel at ease. 

He plays the music on the speakers so Jungkook can hear and fiddles with his mixing board awhile. He rearranges some layers and 808s—trying not to think too hard. Before he knows it, the track is better. Feels practically complete. Now he can work on a melody and send it back. 

Yoongi is so lost in his work he hardly notices how Jungkook’s entire hand is gently rubbing his thigh. Or how Jungkook is smiling at him with glossy eyes. 

Eventually Yoongi finishes, and he turns his head to be met with Jungkook staring warmly. 

“You did so good, hyung. It sounds amazing. Your singing has really improved too, your melody was beautiful,” Jungkook compliments.

Yoongi’s face heats instantly, and he looks back at the monitors to try and hide it.

“What do you have to work on now?”

“Um,” Yoongi blinks. Now he’s painfully (wonderfully?) aware of the hand on his leg and how close Jungkook is. He feels his heart beating faster. “I have other things to look at. Pdogg sent me some files yesterday…”

But I wish I could just sit here with Jungkook

The thought crosses his mind without him being able to stop it. It’s another wish. And his wish earlier about relaxing came true too. 

“Wanna put on the songs he sent and come sit on the couch with me?” Jungkook suggests. “Work and chill at the same time?”

Work and chill sounds alarmingly close to another phrase, but Yoongi obliges. After all, it’s what he’s wishing for. Yoongi opens the files and adjusts the speakers, letting the first notes fill the room. It helps calm Yoongi as he stands up and approaches the small sofa. Jungkook pats the space next to him and Yoongi squeezes in, hyper-aware of how they’re touching. 

“Are you nervous?” Jungkook whispers, trying to make eye contact while Yoongi stares determinedly at his desk. “To share your songs?”

“Not the songs,” Yoongi confesses, hardly audible. Just air between his teeth. 

“Then what?” Jungkook finds Yoongi’s hand, interlacing their fingers again. Is the wish carrying over from earlier? 

“It feels like everything I wish for is coming true today.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?” 

“Yes,” Yoongi shuts his eyes, “and no. Because what if I wake up tomorrow and all the good things that have happened don’t mean anything?”

“Good like what?” Jungkook leans more into Yoongi. He’s so warm. Gentle. Tender and big-hearted. Ah. Yoongi can’t look at him or else his thoughts might betray him and he’ll wish for—

I wish we could be closer.

Jungkook’s arm slides behind Yoongi's back and shifts Yoongi so his head is resting on Jungkook’s shoulder. He has to hold back a gasp as fingers stroke through his hair. They’re practically cuddling. It’s so intimate it makes Yoongi’s heart pound like crazy. 

“Hyung, just listen to the music. I got you. You deserve good things, I promise they’ll last until tomorrow.”

You don’t know that.  

As Yoongi lays against him, feeling Jungkook’s chest rise and fall, he begins to relax. He listens to the songs and shuts his eyes. His mind quiets and he enjoys the sensation of being surrounded by things he loves. Jungkook. Music. The songs come to an end, and Yoongi realizes Jungkook has stopped combing through his hair. He pulls back, and there’s Jungkook fast asleep. His head is awkwardly against the back of the sofa, but his face is peaceful. Lashes lying against his cheeks. 

It’s Yoongi’s turn to stroke his hair. He sweeps a few long strands off Jungkook’s face and smiles at him. 

Deep chocolate eyes flicker open, gazing right back at Yoongi.

“Hyung,” Jungkook smiles sleepy.

And he’s so beautiful. So close and warm. The longing works faster than Yoongi’s rationale can.

I wish he’d kiss me.

Yoongi is about to pull his hand back from Jungkook’s hair when the other man covers it with his own, trapping it there. Jungkook blinks at him, pupils swallowing his irises. There’s silence. Yoongi hears his heart thumping, body quivering slightly with anxiety. He was going to pull away before his wish could come true, but Jungkook looks so… so beautiful. So welcoming of what Yoongi desires. Tomorrow, I can tell him about the power I was given. Tell him I didn’t mean to do it. 

Jungkook leans forward, a centimeter between their lips, and breathes. 

“Can I?” 

Yoongi closes his eyes, nods.

Jungkook’s kiss is chaste. Lingering. His lips are a little dry. Then he kissed Yoongi again, pressing a little harder. Now Yoongi begins to return it, stomach twisting into knots of desire and fear. He cups Jungkook’s cheek and then feels a hand come to the back of his head, holding Yoongi close. Their kiss deepens and their mouths part and Jungkook gasps. Yoongi wonders if he really wants this. If he’d accept Yoongi's kisses if he were making his own choices. 

Yoongi feels a bit greedy and wishes for—

More. I wish he were closer. I want more.

Which is how he ends up with his back flat on the sofa cushions and Jungkook leaning over him, kissing more roughly now with one hand tightening its grip on Yoongi’s hip. Yoongi huffs little breaths as Jungkook’s lips slip beneath Yoongi’s jaw and nibble at the skin. His entire body is on fire and he’s shaking a little bit, but it feels so good. New and exciting and so much better because it’s Jungkook. 

“Hyung,” Jungkook props himself up on his elbow, hovering above Yoongi and then laying down flat on his body, head nestled against Yoongi as he catches his breath.

“Yeah?” Yoongi’s voice cracks. He’s afraid that at any moment his wishing ability will lose power and he’ll be forced to deal with the consequences of desires. 

“I’m so hungry,” Jungkook deadpans.

Yoongi snorts. Grins. Ah, that’s his Jungkook. 

“Should we go get food?”

“Please.” And Jungkook’s stomach rumbles for emphasis.

They sit up, and somehow it’s not awkward. Jungkook’s hair and lips look a little…tussled, but it’s nothing excessive. Yoongi combs his bangs down with his fingers and then finds a beanie to pull on. They put on masks and Jungkook steals a bucket hat hanging on a hook in Yoongi’s studio. He pulls it down low and then smiles. Yoongi can only see his eyes, but he can imagine the bunny teeth showing in his grin.

The company building is busy as ever, but they manage to dodge everyone who might stop them and delay dinner plans. 

They end up at a Japanese place a few blocks down and tucked away in a residential area. One of the employees recognizes Yoongi and nods, leading the pair to a curtained-off table so they have privacy. They thank her and then sit across the table from each other peering at the menu. 

Jungkook ends up with chicken katsu and Yoongi orders cold soba. 

They’re waiting for the food, looking at their phones, before Jungkook acknowledges what happened earlier.



“I don't know what came over me earlier. When. Um, you know. I just felt the urge to and…and I’m not sorry I did.”

Yoongi’s chest constricts. How can he tell Jungkook what really happened? He peeks at the time, 10:34. No wonder the restaurant is practically empty. If he’s right, this power will end at midnight. And if not…he’s not sure what he’ll do. 

I hope it ends at midnight. I wish it would. If I’m going to have Jungkook, I want it to be real. 

“I’m not sorry either,” Yoongi promises, and he thinks Jungkook’s shoulders relax. If Jungkook isn’t sorry about what happened...well. Those are his words. Not words Yoongi wishes on him. So he hopes for his own sake it’s true. That Jungkook doesn’t regret the kiss even if it wasn’t completely his own choice. 

Their food is brought moments later, and they enjoy the meal well. Yoongi insists on paying, and then Jungkook asks if they’d like their signatures to hang on the wall. They sign a menu in big fancy script and Yoongi leaves a note recommending the cold soba, and then they thank them graciously and leave. Jungkook steals Yoongi’s hand as they walk, and Yoongi lets himself lean into the other man.

11 o’clock at night. An hour. He desperately hopes the gift is taken from him. 

They go back to Yoongi’s studio and he convinces Jungkook to record some demos for the new tracks. Jungkook teases, saying Yoongi is perfectly capable of singing now, but easily obliges. They listen back and, ever the perfectionist, Jungkook insists on re-recording some parts. When Yoongi works with Jungkook like this he’s reminded of how well they complement each other. Listening well and expressing ideas openly, both wanting to make something as close to perfect as possible. And when they’re together they don’t get impatient, they simply enjoy the process.

It’s nearly midnight. 

Yoongi peers at Jungkook whose face is washed out in the light of the computer monitors. He has big headphones over his ears which look adorably large on him. He’s got a little furrow in his brow as he listens to the track. 

I wish he’d hold my hand again, Yoongi thinks—wanting these last moments while he can have them. It hurts that, in all likelihood, none of what happened today meant anything for Jungkook. Yoongi wonders what he’ll think of it when the magic stops working. Yoongi easily accepts Jungkook’s fingers interlocking with his own under the desk, and squeezes them hard. He’s scared to let this go, but he knows he needs to. 

Jungkook pulls the headphones back and they hang around his neck. 

“It all sounds good to me. I really hope a couple of these make it to the album. If not,” Jungkook smirks cheekily, “you should give me one for my mixtape. Since I recorded the demo and all.”

“Oh yeah? You think?” Yoongi grins back at him. “We’ll see what happens.”

“That wasn’t a no. I get one then?”

Yoongi’s heart melts a little. How could he ever tell Jungkook no?

“Yeah,” he agrees softly. 

“Sweet.” Jungkook looks back at the screen and uses his free hand to click through some other files.

Yoongi finds the tiny clock on the bottom of the computer screen. 


Past midnight. Yoongi tries to discreetly pull his hand away from Jungkook’s, knowing his time is up. But Jungkook's hand clamps around him tighter. Yoongi glances at him, their eyes meeting. 

“Why are you pulling away?” Jungkook asks. 

“I—” Yoongi swallows. Is the magic still working? Is his wish still in effect? 

I wish he’d kiss me.

“Hyung, today...I don’t know why. But I suddenly felt so much more confident. And that’s why I’ve been holding your hand. And why I...kissed you. It’s like I just knew everything would be okay if I told you the truth.”

Why is Jungkook talking so much? Why is he not kissing Yoongi? If the magic isn’t working, then why is Jungkook staring so deeply into Yoongi’s soul and holding his hands between both of his own? Yoongi’s pulse quickens. I wish he’d let go of me.

But Jungkook brings Yoongi's hand closer, up and to Jungkook’s chest right above his heart. Yoongi’s palm is pressed against it and he can feel Jungkook’s heart thudding. Is he as nervous as Yoongi? But why? 

“I feel really scared right now,” Jungkook admits. “A lot more than I did all day. But I need to tell you.”

“Tell me what?” Yoongi’s mouth is dry. 

“I like you, hyung. I really like you. I don’t know why today is finally the day I acted on it, but I’ve wanted to tell you for a while.”

“Tell me what?” Yoongi’s head is swimming, and he can’t stop glancing at the time. He’s pretty certain now his magic isn’t working, but why does this seem so surreal? 

“Hyung,” Jungkook laughs. “Were you even listening? I have feelings for you. I want to be with you.”

Yoongi gapes, the words finally registering. 

“I wish you’d say something,” Jungkook’s grip on Yoongi loosens and he averts his gaze. He’s biting his bottom lip, nervous. And Yoongi is dry-mouthed, at a loss.

“Is this real? Am I dreaming?” Yoongi questions numbly. 

“Yeah, it’s real,” Jungkook’s tone is defeated. 

“Jungkook,” Yoongi extracts his hand and moves it up to cup the side of Jungkook’s face. He isn’t good at eye contact, but right now he locks his gaze with Jungkook’s as his eyes brim with tears. “I have feelings for you too.”

He’ll tell Jungkook about the wishes later. For now, he grins as Jungkook beams at him and then yanks Yoongi closer for a hug. Relief floods through Yoongi. As much as he’s always craved this, longed for it, he’s not wishing for anything right now. He’s grateful for what he’s being given. Thrilled that Jungkook chose to kiss him again—soft and tender. 

They end up laughing, completely giddy with happiness. Jungkook leans forward and rests his head in the crook of Yoongi’s shoulder, intertwining their fingers once more. 

Yoongi leans his head against Jungkook’s and breathes in the sweet scent of his hair. “I wish we could stay like this forever.”

“Don’t worry,” Jungkook hums, “Now that I have you I’m never letting go.”