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Waking up to Namjoon’s voice calling his name, was something Jungkook was used to. Waking up to Namjoon repeatedly slapping various parts of his body while mumbling something incoherent that sounded suspiciously like an array of curse words, was something he had only experienced once in his life. They had been late for their first ever interview as a debuted idol group. Jungkook would have smiled at the memory of the chaos that had ensued that day if it hadn’t been for his hyung. Turning away from the hands of destruction he released a grunt that the others had heard often enough to interpret as something along the lines of “5 more minutes”.
“Come on Guk-ah, we don’t have time for this.”, came the muffled voice through the blanket-shield of the youngest. Mobilising all his power, the maknae let out a second grunt, deeming the case closed. Not so much Namjoon as there was suddenly to much light and definitely not enough warmth surrounding him.
“Sorry Guk-ah, but you have to get up. We’re running late. Jin-hyung’s alarm didn’t go off because he forgot to charge his phone last night. We’re lucky Hobi woke up because his blinds weren’t closed. Nevermind, we have to get going in 15 minutes. Don’t look at me like that.”, rambled Joon before he was out the door. Not a minute later there was a thud and a whining voice that sounded suspiciously like Taehyung.
Staring at his wall, Jungkook willed his tired brain to make sense of the last 3 minutes. When the words finally reached his necessary level of understanding for this ungodly hour, his eyes grew wide and he jumped out of his bed so fast that the room started spinning before his eyes. Taking a second to make sure he wouldn’t kiss his carpet good morning, he grabbed a towel and clean clothes before speed walking to the nearest bathroom. In his rush he didn’t pay attention to the sound of the shower running, leaving him to let out a startled yelp at the body occupying the milk-glass-cubicle.
“Whoever decided to destroy the only 5 minutes of alone-time I’m probably going to get for the next 24 hours, can take this as an invitation to kindly leave me the fuck alone.”
It took Jungkook barely any effort at all to identify the voice, even though it was muffled through the stream of water hitting the floor of the shower. He would recognize this voice everywhere and in every situation.
Yoongi-hyung.
Equally as effortless was the enormous smile that had made its way on Jungkook’s face. Before Yoongi could even realise who had disrupted his morning, the shower door swung open and it was his turn to yelp. Nearly slipping, he turned around and came face to face with Jungkook.
“My god bun, do you want me to die?” he breathed out.
“Sorry hyung, but we have to get going in 10 minutes, so it seems you have to share your shower today.”, he smiled, definitely not sorry at all.
“Did you forget that we showered together two days ago?”, chuckled Yoongi while he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s waist to pull him closer. Jungkook went willingly, not even trying to hide his cheeky smile.
“I might need a little reminder.”
The last word had just left his lips when they were met with another pair. All the tension left Jungkook’s body as he wrapped his arms around the other’s neck. Pressing closer while he moved his lips in a lazy kiss, he forgot everything around him. Not a single thought was wasted on their schedule, dance routines or the fact that they definitely did not have time for this kind of activities right now. All he perceived was the smell of Yoongi’s shampoo, his lips and his hands caressing his waist and hips gently. He smiled against his boyfriend’s lips who pulled back and before Jungkook could even open his eyes he felt the older’s hands in his hair. Hiding his face in his hyung’s neck he hummed quietly while the other massaged the shampoo in his scalp and then gently pushed him under the stream to rinse it off. The peaceful atmosphere was instantly disturbed by a loud knock on the door.
“Whoever is in there, hurry up, the car is already downstairs.”, Jimin shouted through the door.
The couple looked at each other, before sighing simultaneously. “Guess we need to go baby”, Yoongi mumbled before shutting off the shower and giving the younger a light tap on his butt. Jungkook pouted but let himself be led out of the shower and wrapped in a fluffy towel.
“See you in the car, bun”. With one last peck Yoongi was out the door. Jungkook stood there looking after him until a hurried shout from Jin had him running to his room, getting dressed faster than the day they were late for their first interview.
Arriving at their location with still damp hair and running only on the energy bar that Hoseok had kindly gifted him on the way, Jungkook was ready for this day to end after an hour of starting it. Trying not to cause anymore problems, he sat obediently in a chair surrounded by stylists who tried not to look too scandalized by the mess on his head. Taking a deep breath, he allowed himself to relax and order his thoughts. Focusing on the plan for the day ahead, he remembered what set they had been brought to in this frenzy. The realisation brought a satisfied smile to his face.
Shooting another video for their HYYH-storyline.
Looking back at the previous shoots and the mess he had been, when he had realised he had more in common with his character than he thought, only made him chuckle nowadays. Playing alongside Yoongi in subtle scenes that practically screamed couple in Jungkook’s lovesick mind, had him lying awake night after night. Now, 7 months into their very real relationship, he got excited every time the script mentioned their names in the same sentence.
Looking into the mirror he saw Yoongi sitting on the couch on the other side of the room. He was typing away on his phone, while he waited for the stylists to bring him his outfit. Feeling his stare, he looked up right into his boyfriend’s eyes. Raising his eyebrows in question but at the same time smiling knowingly right at him. Their moment was disturbed by an array of pants and shirts being wheeled in Yoongi’s line of sight. Jungkook kept starring for another minute before engaging in a discussion between Jin and Namjoon and the importance of phone chargers.
Sitting off-set a few hours later with a take-out box full of chicken, Jungkook felt like this day had taken a positive turn. Although he had nearly chocked on his food twice, while laughing at Jimin and J-Hope spectacularly failing at being serious.
“Are they still not finished?”, asked Namjoon, letting himself fall in a chair. “They started before I got called to my scene and it’s no secret that I’m not the most talented actor.”
“They keep failing at the same line. They are either too theatrical which makes it seem fake or they start laughing. I think this is their 20th try now.”, the maknae chuckled and promptly choked on another piece of chicken as Jimin rolled of the bed laughing. The leader looked at him concerned for only a second before stealing a piece for himself, humming at the taste.
“Are you already finished with filming for today, Guk?”, he mumbled around the meat.
“No, I had a really short scene, but I got 3 longer ones still. I have to keep waiting because there is always someone else in the scene too. They probably scheduled the solo-shoots first.”
“So, it’s probably the wrong time to tell you that I’m going home after the group shot?”, Namjoon said sheepishly.
Jungkook shot him a betrayed look. “Seriously hyung? Leaving me here alone? Your favourite dongsaeng? All alone?”
“Stop the overdramatic pouting bun, you know I will be here just as long as you.”, came a gruff voice to his left as Yoongi fell in the chair on his other side. “Besides, Joon has to finalise some tracks. It’s not like he’s going to sleep.”
The leader hummed in agreement around another piece of chicken. Jungkook didn’t even notice, too preoccupied by beaming at his boyfriend.
“I knew you would never leave me here, hyung. That’s why I like you more than the others.”, he grinned cheekily.
“That’s the only reason?”, the older laughed.
The maknae didn’t give an answer, but Yoongi hadn’t expected one anyway. Not when they were surrounded by dozens of staff members.
It had been an unspoken deal between them to keep it a secret from their company. As much freedom and involvement, they got in their music and album concepts, they were still idols. They didn’t want to take the chance of disagreement. Not in a case like this. Not for the whole group.
They had told the other members though. It had happened one month after their first kiss. They had been tired of hiding all the time, especially at home. So, they had set the others down, intertwined their hands and told them straight out.
At least Yoongi did. Jungkook sat next to him, squeezing the life out of his boyfriend’s hand and biting his lip until he drew blood.
The reactions couldn’t have been more different. The first ones to break the silence that had ensued were Jimin and Taehyung. They were screaming congratulations and let out delighted squeals while throwing themselves at the stunned couple. The next was Jin, who started to bombard them with questions about “the first relationship of his son with an older man” (and “No Yoongi, it makes no difference that it’s you”). Hobi on the other hand was speechless. Sitting with his mouth open next to a smirking Namjoon who later explained that he had been suspecting it already. Neither of them questioned it. Of course, the leader knew.
So Jungkook settled for a smile that conveyed everything they already knew. Whispered in-between sheets in hotel rooms and backseats of cars. Kissed into skin illuminated by moonlight and hidden in the lines of songs. Yoongi smiled back. Saying “I understand.”, saying “I’m trying so hard not to kiss you right now.”, saying “I love you too.”.
And when the director yelled for them to gather for the group scene, they lowered their gaze and went back to pretending.
Surprisingly, the group shoots were always the ones they finished the fastest. Maybe because they were mostly happy scenarios. Jungkook didn’t pride himself on being an amazing actor, but he had always found it easy to convey this kind of scenes. Sometimes he thought the reason was that he didn’t have to pretend to have fun with his hyungs. It came naturally and it has happened more than once that nobody of them heard the director yell “CUT” in midst of their shenanigans.
Scenes with Yoongi though, Jungkook thought on his way to the next set, have not always been this easy.
It had started out alright. Subtle scenes hinting at a friendship that might be a bit more than that. Both of them had agreed to this plot-line in the first ever meeting concerning their characters. Back then Jungkook did not know that this role would lead to his first mature life-crisis. But he got through it, with a more than satisfying outcome, once he stopped keeping it all to himself.
The first one he opened up to was Namjoon. He didn’t plan on it. Jin had actually sent him to ask what their leader wanted for dinner, but the moment his hyung had swivelled around in his desk chair and asked if everything was alright, he broke. They talked all night and Jungkook felt like a stone had been lifted from his heart with every encouraging word that came out of Namjoon’s mouth.
A week later he had a much shorter, but definitely just as sentimental talk with Jimin and Taehyung, who told him that talking to Yoongi would be the only thing that could make him feel at ease again.
So he followed their advice at 2am on a Saturday night.
Everyone else had been asleep already, except for his beloved hyung, who once again hadn’t returned from his studio since he left after lunch. Turning around in his bed for the 10th time, the maknae had decided that it was time to put an end to his misery. Slipping on a hoodie that may or may not belong to Yoongi, he silently left the apartment.
15 minutes later he stood in front of a milk-glass door in a dimly lit hallway of Big-Hit Entertainment. Pressing the code into the number-pad he couldn’t help but smile at the fact that he was the only one his hyung had trusted enough to share it with. The green light flickered on and the handle gave way under his nervous touch.
“What are you doing here Guk-ah?”
Jungkook jumped a little, having been under the impresion that his hyung hadn’t noticed him yet.
“Why should-shouldn’t I be here?”, he stuttered, not having enough time to think of a more intelligent answer. Yoongi looked at him a bit sceptically before an amused chuckle split his face into a grin.
“Because it’s the middle of the night and you should be sleeping?”, he grinned.
“Then what about you, hyung?”
“I just have to finish this one melody. It won’t take long, but seriously why are you here? Is everything alright?”
Jungkook worried his lip between his teeth, while he tried to avoid the worried gaze of the older. His thoughts were suddenly an immense mess once again and he couldn’t figure out why he had thought that this would be a good idea.
Before he could even think of a way to leave again without looking like he had lost his mind, there was a warm hand surrounding his. Looking up in shock, his eyes met another, now even more worried, pair.
“Did something happen? Are the others alright? Guk, are you listening to me?”.
The maknae heard his voice but nothing made sense to him anymore.
“Jungkook?”, no answer.
“I’m getting really worried now. Can you please just say a word to me, baby?”.
Jungkook’s eyes grew impossibly wide at the pet name. He knew that his hyung hadn’t meant it, but it fuelled a thousand new fantasies in his mind. Looking back, it shouldn’t have been a surprise to him when his brain, flooded with scenarios involving Yoongi-hyung calling him baby over and over again, couldn’t produce anything else than, “Say it again, please.”
Yoongi’s eyes narrowed in confusion before his mouth fell open in quiet realisation. He squeezed Jungkook’s hand gently.
“Can you tell me why you came here, baby?” he asked quietly.
This seemed to snap Jungkook out of his trance as his eyes refocused and he started blushing furiously.
“I’m sorry for bothering you hyung. You probably think I’m a weirdo. I just couldn’t sleep and I thought..I’m actually not really sure anymore what I thought..and I just-“
“Hey, hey, hey..slow down, baby. It’s fine. You’re alright. Let’s sit down for a minute, okay?”
Not being able to do much more than nod, the maknae was led over to the couch he had already had some of the best naps of his life on. Might have had to do with his hyung working a meter away from him.
Now with his hyung right next to him, Jungkook tried to get a grip on his heart again.
“Okay Guk-ah, breathe with me. In..out. In...out. You’re doing great, baby. In...and out.”
He tried to focus on his hyung’s voice and his breathing, only hitching shortly when the pet name came up again. Once he had calmed down enough, he gathered all his confidence to look his hyung in the eyes again.
“I’m sorry for coming here and worrying you in the middle of the night, hyung.”, he whispered.
Yoongi just smiled gently at him and ran his hand through the younger’s hair in a relaxing manner.
“I’m here for you if you need me. No matter what time it is or how silly you think your problem is.”
“You might regret saying this, hyung.”, the younger tried to joke.
“I don’t think so. I’d feel honoured to know what’s going on in this cute brain of yours.”
Jungkook’s heart missed a beat.
“Mostly just you right now. For a long time actually.”
He had said it so quietly that he wasn’t even sure Yoongi had understood, but the hand in his hair had stopped moving for a second and suddenly there was the feeling of breath hitting his right ear.
“You’re my favourite thought too, baby.”
And that was the last straw.
Jungkook’s head whipped around, his eyes wide like a dear caught in headlights and begging his hyung for everything he couldn’t put into words.
And Yoongi understood. Had always understood Jungkook like nobody else. Always understood what he needed most and always giving it to him.
Then there was a hand on his cheek. A finger gently caressing his lower lip and Jungkook closed his eyes. Then it was gone, replaced by a subtle pressure on his lips, taking away all the pressure on his heart. He pressed back, giving in to his emotions, letting go of everything that had kept him from this moment.
None of them left the studio that night. Why would they if everything they had ever wanted was right there on this couch.
And when Jungkook woke up with a warm chest pressed to his back and an arm slung over his waist, he intertwined their hands over his stomach and concluded that the proximity of Yoongi and the quality of his sleep were definitely connected.
Needless to say, from this day on shooting scenes with Yoongi felt a little bit different.
Having arrived at the set of the hospital room he had shot his highlight reel in, Jungkook was ushered to the stylists for the last final touches. His face looked paler than the hospital gown he was wearing, eyes rimmed with dark circles and not fully healed bruises. Even without any context, everybody could see that this boy had given up on life, thinking he had lost the one person he had thought would never leave him. Perfect.
After the stylists were happy with the results and the director had finished blocking the scene with them, it got quiet on set as every camera and every gaze settled upon them.
“Action!”
Jungkook lay in his hospital bed, staring straight ahead at a crack in the pale yellow wallpaper. His face was emotionless, but his thoughts were reeling. Picturing every detail of every single passing day he could remember to figure out where he had gone wrong. When had his parents decided, that he wasn’t worth their love anymore? When had everybody else forgotten about him? When had fate decided that it wouldn’t grant him the easy way out after he had finally found enough courage to climb the ledge of that building? When had Yoongi decided that he didn’t want him anymore?
Yoongi.
The only person he had ever really needed. The one person his thoughts always lead back to in the end. The only heartbreak he had never gotten over.
Sometimes he had asked himself how he could still be alive, when Yoongi had taken his whole heart with him when he left. On the other hand, he had never really felt alive since that day. Maybe he was already a ghost. His face remained emotionless.
There was a knock on the door. Silently at first, as if the person didn’t really want to be allowed in, then louder. Jungkook didn’t answer. He never did and at some point, the nurses and doctors stopped knocking all together. This was the only reason he looked over at all, when the door opened slowly. And then all his thoughts came to a halt.
Yoongi-hyung.
His wide eyes followed the black-haired boy as he entered the room tentatively. He stopped in front of the bed, no one reached out to touch the other, holding their breath, willing the other to break first.
Then there was a tear. A single tear rolling down Jungkook’s left cheek. Nobody moved. Another one followed, like it wanted to catch the first. A sob broke the silence.
After months of keeping everything in, the damn had opened and the younger felt as if he was drowning in his emotions. Through the haze of his tears he saw a silhouette coming closer until he felt a featherlight touch on his arm. He didn’t move away. Had always loved the way Yoongi’s skin had felt on his. The hate he felt for himself for giving in so easily made him cry harder.
The hand started moving upwards until it reached his shoulder. Suddenly his face was pressed against a cotton shirt and everything he perceived was the smell of the boy he had never stopped loving, flooding his brain with memories.
There he was, wrapped up securely in the arms he had fallen asleep in dozens of times. He stayed in the embrace for what felt like an eternity, before he finally stopped crying, but made no effort to distance himself from the older boy. Actually, he felt like his hyung held him tighter with every passing second.
“I’m sorry.”
His voice was gruff and sounded like he had held tears back himself. Still, to Jungkook, it was the most beautiful sound in the world.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,..”, he kept on saying until it was a barely audible mumble. Pulling the younger closer and closer until he was practically sitting on his lap.
“Needed you, hyung.”, Jungkook breathed out. Another beat of silence.
“Still need you.”
“If I promise to never leave again, will you give me a second chance?”, Yoongi asked equally honest and desperate.
“As long as I live, there is always one more change for you, hyung.”
“But I’ll only need one. I promise I’ll get it right this time. No more chances after this.”
“Hurts so much, hyung. Kiss it better please?”
They parted slowly and only enough, that Yoongi could place a delicate kiss on the younger’s hospital gown, his lips pressing Jungkook’s heart back in the place where it belonged. Burrowing his face in the crook of the older’s neck, it felt like the first breath after months of drowning in water.
“CUT!”
The director had given them a 20-minute break, and Jungkook had left the room under the pretence of needing the toilette, to lock himself into a cubicle and order his thoughts.
The scene had been so emotional that he needed a moment to realise that this wasn’t really his life. It wasn’t the first time that he had become a little bit lost in his character. He just couldn’t help it. Since the beginning he had been invested in the story of this other Jungkook, who hadn’t received even half of the love that he himself had been blessed with all throughout his life. In every meeting he had asked for a happy ending for the couple and now that the storyline was finally going in the right direction, he couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed with the relief and love he had felt on that bed with Yoongi.
Closing his eyes and taking a few deep breaths, he willed his body to calm down. Taking a look at his phone, he realised that he had been gone for 10 minutes already. Just as he turned the lock, he could hear the door to the bathroom open. Stepping outside the cubicle he came face to face with his boyfriend.
“There you are. I have been looking for you.”
Jungkook didn’t give an answer, but walked right in the others arms that had opened on instinct.
“Were okay, right?”, he mumbled into the fabric of Yoongi’s shirt.
Meant we’re not them. Meant I love you and you love me too.
“We were always okay, bun. And I’m sure they will be too.”, Yoongi whispered back, wrapping his arms a little bit tighter around his boyfriend’s waist. He was used to Jungkook getting worked up over things that didn’t actually concern himself.
So he took a step back to lean against the wall and started peppering the younger’s face with little kisses, that made him giggle quietly. Slowly he felt Jungkook relax until he was cuddled up against him with a big smile on his face.
“You alright, baby?”
“Yeah, thank you, hyung.”
“Don’t you think, I deserve a proper thank you?”, the older remarked sheepishly.
Jungkook giggled again before pressing a peck to the other’s cheek and looking at him with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“That’s not what I meant, brat.”, Yoongi scolded him playfully.
“No? What did you mean then?”, he asked coyly.
“Oh, I’ll show you.”
The arms around his waist tightened and suddenly Jungkook felt the wall against his back. He had just enough time to close his eyes, before his lips met another pair. Yoongi knew how to make him weak in the knees and it seemed he liked to make to sure that Jungkook didn’t forget about it. Tilting his head, the younger did his best to mimic the other’s movements, opening his mouth slightly for Yoongi’s tongue to enter. Their tongues circled each other lazily, before the older pulled back to trace the others bottom lip, making him whimper quietly.
“Isn’t this much better?”, the smaller male whispered before biting Jungkook’s lip gently.
“Don’t tease, hyung.”
The younger tried to get closer again, pressing their lips together desperately. Just as he was about to deepen the kiss again, they heard footsteps outside the door. The next second, they had parted and were wasing their hands.
“There you are. Stylist noonas are getting nervous because none of you are coming back.”, Jimin huffed, remaining in the doorway.
“Sorry Jimin-ah, we’ll be out in a second.”
“You were making out, right?”
“No, hyung.”, Jungkook denied, but he couldn’t keep himself from blushing.
“If you say so Jungkookie, but you might want to fix your hair and find an excuse why both your lips are swollen, if you don’t want someone else to make the same assumption.”, Jimin grinned before he turned around and left with a self-satisfactory smirk.
They shot the scene two more times for different camera angles, before they left for the the rooftop to film the couple looking at the sunset together. Even though he didn’t really have to do anything but sit next to Yoongi, the maknae felt himself getting more and more tired by the minute. He managed a mildly energetic shout when the director finally allowed them to leave, before slumping on a couch and raising his arms so Yoongi would take his shirt off for him. His boyfriend got the hint and helped the younger get changed with an amused smile on his face. After both of them were back in the clothes they had arrived in, the older used all the energy he had left to drag his big baby to the car where the other immediately laid his head on his shoulder and closed his eyes. Their driver only chuckled at them through the rear-view mirror. He was used to the members falling asleep on each other and could probably recognize everyone based on their snore alone.
The car rolled out of the parking lot and Jungkook felt at ease. He was proud of his work and even though some of the scenes had been sad, he had a lot of fun shooting today. The warmth coming from his boyfriend, his voice quietly talking to the driver and the slow rocking of the car were slowly but surely lulling him to sleep.
When they were home, he would beg Yoongi to order him some food and cuddle with him on the couch while they waited. Afterwards if they weren’t too tired, they could take a bath together before going to sleep. He could show Yoongi the bath bombs he had ordered last week and-
“Yeah just stop at the back door, Bang-PD gave me a key since I’ve been at the studio longer than him lately.”
Studio? Jungkook’s eyes flew open faster than lightning and he took his head of the other’s shoulder to give his hyung a betrayed look. Yoongi startled at the sudden picture of his sleepy boyfriend looking like a puppy nobody wanted to play with.
“You’re going to the studio?”, he whined.
“Yes. Joon made a few changes to a song but he said he feels like something is missing, so I’ll have a look at it.”
Jungkook was about to throw himself at his hyung to kiss him and lure him in with the idea of a shared bath, sio he would come home with him, when he remembered their driver.
A frustrated huff escaped him as he started to think of a more subtle plan.
“You work too much, hyung! You should go home and rest for a change.”
“Don’t worry about me, Guk-ah. I won’t be out too long. 2 hours maximum.”
Even a second would have been too long in Jungkook’s opinion.
“But you’ve been there all night for the last 3 days. Don’t you want to relax for once?”
Meaning I had to fall asleep without you too many times now. Meaning I miss you. Meaning this isn’t just about you. And Yoongi understood, looking at him apologetically.
“We’ve got deadlines for the album, but we’re nearly finished. I’ll stay home the whole day tomorrow, okay?”
“No, you should take better care of yourself hyung.”
Take care of me, please.
“I don’t want to interrupt, but you should decide quickly. I need to make the right turn in 500m.”
They looked at each other. Jungkook could see the doubt in the older’s eyes as he widened his own even more, rivalling a kicked puppy. For a second, he felt bad for making his boyfriend feel guilty for doing his job, but his heart and tired eyes were longing for a peaceful night with Yoongi after so long.
“Please, hyung.”, he whispered.
The smaller male looked at him for another long ten seconds before he let out a defeated sigh and turned towards their driver.
“Turn left please.”
The man just nodded and did as he was told. Jungkook who had watched the exchange was looking out the tinted windows to figure out where they were going, but it was too dark for him to make any guess. Then there was a pull on his arm, and he was pressed against a warm body again.
“Go back to sleep, I’ll wake you when we’re home.”
Two hours later Jungkook felt full, warm and happy. He was lying on the couch, head in Yoongi’s lap and was watching Iron Man as if he didn’t know every single word backwards. In his defence, he wasn’t the one who had chosen the movie. By the time Yoongi and him had emerged from the kitchen the others had settled on the chairs and couches with the opening credits already running. It had been some time since all 7 of them had been home with nothing to do, so Jungkook revelled in the company of all his hyungs.
As it neared 11pm, Namjoon was already snoring with his mouth open while Jin was drooling onto his shoulder. Of course, Jimin didn’t miss the opportunity to take a thousand unflattering pictures to tease them with the next morning.
Soon enough the movie reached its end and all members shuffled of to their respective rooms in different states of sleepiness. Jungkook tried not to laugh too hard as their leader head-bumped the closed living room door. When his giggles died down, he was met with silence. Just him and Yoongi were left.
“Well, we should go to bed too, bun.”, the older mumbled but made no effort to stop carding his fingers through the soft hair in his lap.
Jungkook was about to agree, when he spotted the package he had opened yesterday.
“Do you want to take a bath with me, hyung?, he suggested as he turned to look up at his boyfriend.
“A bath? Now?”
“Yeah, but we don’t have to if you’re too tired. We can go to sleep, but I ordered these really cool bath-bombs that I wanted to show you and I thought now would be a good time. If you want that is. Only if you want.”
Yoongi’s smile had grown bigger by the second. Why was his boyfriend so damn adorable all the time?
“Okay, show me then.”
“Really? You sure?”
“Yes bun, I’m sure. How about you choose your favourite one and I start the water in the meantime?”
The maknae nodded so fast Yoongi was afraid he would get whip splash, before pressing a quick peck to the other’s lips and running towards the box to start the selection process.
“Why is my boyfriend so damn adorable all the time?”, Yoongi repeated to himself on the way to the bathroom.
Even though his nap in the car had been great, Jungkook hadn’t felt nearly as relaxed as right now, sitting in the biggest tub they had in their apartment surrounded by warm water that looked like a whole galaxy had been liquified. His back was pressed against a broad chest that vibrated slightly when Yoongi chuckled at his boyfriend creating swirls and patterns in the coloured foam.
“It’s like the milky-way, hyung!”, Jungkook exclaimed like an excited toddler.
The older only hummed in agreement, before he wrapped his arms around the slim waist in front of him and started to pepper the younger’s neck with gentle butterfly-kisses. The maknae smiled happily at the turn of events and leaned into the touch.
They set in silence for a while, enjoying each other’s company and allowing themselves to let go of all the stress that had accumulated on top of their shoulders. Jungkook intertwined their hands in front of his stomach and squeezed lightly. He received a squeeze back and turned his head to look at the boy behind him. Their noses were touching and Jungkook was going a little bit cross-eyed at his attempt to look into the chocolate brown eyes he liked to get lost in. When it got too much he tilted his face slightly to the right and closed his eyes in anticipation.
A second later he felt the familiar pressure of another mouth and followed the slow rhythm the older boy had started. They got lost in lazy kisses and gentle caresses, baring their hearts in the way they only allowed themselves when they were alone for once. Tongues circled each other slowly and when the younger’s neck started to hurt from the uncomfortable angle, he pulled back, turned around and straddled his boyfriend’s lap before going right back to what he was doing, completely ignoring the masses of water he had just send splashing to the bathroom-floor. If Yoongi had wanted to comment on it, it got lost in the pleased sounds the maknae was releasing into his mouth.
As much as the couple enjoyed their lazy make-out-session, both of them were too tired for anything else to happen. So they stayed in this position until their kisses became short pecks and the water started to turn cold.
Yoongi pulled the boy who looked like he had started to fall asleep against his chest, out of the water, wrapped him into a warm towel and sat him down on the toilet seat before drying himself of. He left for a minute and returned with a fresh pair of boxers and a lose shirt from their respective rooms. He got dressed first before helping his sleepy boyfriend. He was about to pull one of the boy’s countless white shirts over Jungkook’s head when the younger stopped cooperating.
“Don’t want to wear this shirt, hyungie.”, he whined quietly, crossing his arms.
“Okay, I didn’t know you wanted to sleep without one.”, Yoongi consoled him.
He was about to turn around and throw it on the dirty pile, when a hand curled into his shirt and held him in place.
“Want to wear your shirt, huyngie.”
At any other time or with any other person, Yoongi would have started a discussion he would have easily won, but in this moment he just pulled his shirt off of his body and onto the boy who had his arms already raised like a little child who’s mother had chosen his favourite superhero-shirt to wear.
They stumbled into Yoongi’s room and by the time the older had closed the door, Jungkook had already taken his place in the middle of the king-sized bed. Stopping a second to admire the sight, Yoongi couldn’t help but wonder how he had become so lucky.
“Hyungie, cuddle me.”, came the muffled demand out of the pile of blankets and pillows. With a content smile taking over his features, he joined the younger boy in his bed.
As soon as his back met the mattress, a head settled on his chest and a pair of smooth legs tangled with his own. Wrapping his arm around the clingy boy, he turned of the light, leaving only the moon to illuminate their faces.
“Goodnight baby bun, I love you.”, he whispered.
“G'Night hyungie, love you too.”
In every reality there is.