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To be honest, Jeongguk can count well. Hypothetically, that’s what everyone expects him to be good at when he’s been following dance and music and vocal classes his whole life. One two three one two three, or one and two and three, and let's not forget about one two three four—five six seven eight; all that shit you know. But right now, it’s really hard to count how many bottles he drank too much.
He turns to Namjoon, who doesn’t seem to be in a better state that he himself assumes know he is. With his eyes focused on the bottle of beer in front of him, Namjoon leaned his forehead on it, attempting for it to be a light touch, but there was nothing light about it when Jeongguk could hear the band of solid against the glass over the loud bass booming around the room. Giggling hazily, he turned to his other side to spot Jimin, seemingly better than anyone else as he is the designated driver. Jeongguk guesses that Seokjin must be somewhere dancing his ass off, using his charms to get all the women and men he can attract, only for him to be blunt enough to turn them down.
“Jiminie,” he blurted out to Jimin, in which he gave out a hum as an answer.
“Chimmie, I-“ a loud burp echoed out of his mouth, making him giggle slightly before leaning against him, giving his bone-crushing hug to Jimin who wheezed out a strong breathe once Gguk’s arms were wrapped around him. In the midst of wanting to say something, his eyes drifted to the dance floor, limbs faltering to squeez more air out of poor Jimin; and immediately his eyes got locked onto the most majestic and magnificent person he’s ever seen.
“Oh my God. . .” He doesn’t even remember processing that in his brain, and now he’s more aware that his mouth has a mind on its own. The figure was dancing so sharp yet graceful, being a big contrast against the crowd that surrounds the dance floor. His legs, so thick and muscular and wow. Just, wow.
It was so wow, that Jeongguk’s feet grew a mind of their own too because before he knows it, Jimin is asking him where he’s going, and he can see the figure of dance God getting closer to his visionary. Rational Gguk knows it’s better to just go along with the flow, but sadly, we’ve lost him after the fifth drink he downed.
Just as Jeongguk thought the view of this whole thing couldn’t get any better, the person turned around and faced him, making Jeongguk think twice about God being a woman. He really wants to say something, anything between the scale of getting him this person number to them getting it down in a random bedroom somewhere. Hopefully, his house, or maybe theirs. But the only thing that manages to escape his mouth is another high pitched oh my God. What a great way to start a flirtatious session. But his stomach started to melt when he saw the person in front him smile widely and giggle slightly, even though the boom of the bass shaking this place down, his giggle was still heard and there was a hint of shyness to them if Jeongguk wanted to boast.
Grinning himself, Jeongguk now has the hang of the bridge between his mind and mouth, so he momentarily shoots his shot.
“Jeongguk is my name, and sexy time is my game.” Not a really good starter if he was sober, but that’s the thing really; he isn’t. Another giggle emerged out of him as he started to get closer to Gguk. Now, this is the important part, name exchange. He’s so sure that the heavenly dance descent in front of him muttered his name to him, but with the slight buzzing in his ears and the loud music and his train of thought going back and forth because of the proximity he has with the guy in front of him, he missed it.
“I- Can you repeat that?” He started the sentence loudly at the start, but realised that he had an objective to do here, and used the loud music as an excuse to get close to the person's ear to ask about their name. Seduction at his finest.
“Jung Hoseok,” He beamed once more, with Jeongguk saying his name before both of them returned to dancing. Jung Hoseok, what a hot name. Jeongguk blushes as he starts reminding himself to remember his name, as it’s gonna sound hotter in the bedroom.
Rocking their bodies side to side, back and forth and through so many other dimensions, Hoseok’s moves were downright sinful, and blood started rushing everywhere and especially south. Oh my God. He started pulling at Hoseok’s - chant it in your head like a prayer Jeon - hand and dare he say, starts whining.
“Let’s go~” He stretched out the syllable, a form of persuasion he’s picked up from trying to cope with his friends. A low chuckle emerged out of him and oh no.
“Alright, let’s head out. I hope you enjoy where I’m taking you.” Bedroom face, that’s definitely a bedroom face. And a bedroom voice. Jeongguk is starting to forget his name, but it’s alright because he’ll remember it. ‘Jeongguk logic’ has always narrowed down to thinking about it too long would make you lost even more, so that’s why he’s giving his mind time to remember in the midst of walking to the guy's place. His hand is being held by the guy, and he’s being pulled out of the crowd, in a lustful rush that he’s picked up, and on their way out, he tries to find Jimin to give him the ‘I get more dick than you ever could’ face but came to no avail. He can already sense what goes down.
Okay, when he said what goes down, he was thinking something hot like him going down on the bed or some shit; he didn’t at all think that his boner was the one to go down.
“Is this. . . your place?” Jeongguk worded out confusedly once they entered a Seven Eleven. He knew there was a catch to this, no one's house is a five-minute walk away from the pub. Wait, shit, this could be where he lives. Fucksake Jeon, you just lost a good fuck. All he heard was giggle coming out of his left side, and holy shit now Jeongguk is all too aware of the hand he’s holding and the butterflies it’s causing.
“No, but I’m still here to give you the best life experience you’ll ever have,” Hoseok says, and Jeongguk is trying really hard to remember and chant his surname in his head because oh my God this guy has a semi-public kink and Jeongguk can feel his boner coming back. He can’t stop the giggle that comes out of his mouth, and the giddy okay that follows and suddenly he’s being dragged again. They end up in the ramen aisle, and Hoseok faces away from him after giving him a shy smile, and Jeongguk just assumes he might be shy about this whole thing. His hands have now halfway unbuttoned his shirt, and Hoseok has just turned around with a cute giggle coming along before he abruptly stopped halfway onto turning around, and ultimately seeing Jeongguks figure. Jeongguk’s confused because Hoseok looks confused and hasn’t attempted to take any clothing off of himself. He’s now doe-eyed, and a crooked smile comes up to Hoseok’s face. And then a giggle.
“You’re the cutest thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on,” He said, clutching his chest with one hand and now Jeongguk has just realised that he has two cups of ramen stacked on his other hand.
Oh.
Captain cutie - you’ve guessed it, he forgot his name again - has now held his hand for the nth time tonight and dragged him to the back of the store. All after Jeongguk was done buttoning his shirt back up altogether when his new s/o went to pay for the two noodles, causing his stomach to go weird for the nth time and for him to giggle another nth time. Jeongguk just loves maths. Hunched over the cup, the steam of the boiling water that they’ve poured inside is hitting his face, and although Jeongguk’s kinda sad that this whole noodle thing wasn’t another type of his kink - food play isn’t all that bad - all interaction with bubble(butt) is also valid. He’s been passed a pair of chopsticks, but he’s too mesmerised by the way his prince charming is snapping the chopsticks in half and swirling the noodles around its cup. He brings the noodles to his mouth and blows on them lightly with his pretty lips, before gracefully engulfing it all. Jeongguk gulped and was now too aware of his dry throat. Angel in disguise turned to look at him once he’s swallowed it all down, and Jeongguk had a hunch on why his gaze dropped down to his crotch.
“Do you always get hard this easily? Or do you just have nasty thoughts all day round.” A blush was certainly not apparent on Jeongguk’s puffy cheeks.
“Neither; you’re just really,” He gulped down again, “Hot.”
A grin was formed on dance God’s face again, and Jeongguk was really trying to convince himself that that’s not what he’s supposed to get a hard-on for. Looking back to see him chowing down on the noodles once more, Jeongguk was confused. Are the noodle better than his very own presence? Picking up his own chopsticks, he swirled it around, blew on it and brought it into his mouth.
Bloody Gaylord balls.
“Holy dish-shit. This is-”
“Mind Blowing?”
“Amazeballs. I’m- What the fuck?” Jeongguk just stuffed his mouth more. He didn’t know what he was experiencing; has the alcohol finally got into his head? Looking up at honey bunny, he knew he was a victim to the alcohol in his system when he saw light shining behind his hair and a few stars surrounding him. Oh, fuck he’s so pretty.
“Is it. . . is it the alcohol or is this the best cup noodle I've ever had?” He was so confused and lost and buzzed oh my God, staring at the cup placed in front of him, he really thinks he’s lost it when he hears the angel next to him laughing shyly. He quickly drowns everything down with a few, big mouthfuls of the noodles and now he’s sad that it’s over.
“You’re so cute,” he murmurs shyly again once Jeongguk has faced him. He’s desperately trying to remember his name because genuinely, Jeongguk thinks he’s found the one he wants to grow old with. An image of them in rocking chairs flashes at the back of his head and Jeongguk almost shivers. He grinned at his lovey-dovey instead, which caused him to coo and cup at his cheeks.
“You’re most probably gonna forget the name if I tell you it, so why don’t you take a picture?”
“Of you or of the noodles?” sunshine laughs once more. “Both? Or whichever is more important,” He answers, smiles brightly when he sees Jeongguk whip out his phone with immediate speed, almost dropping it halfway. Bringing it up, he aims to take it at an angle which captures both his Romeo and of the most amazing cup of noodles. One click, and that’s it.
“Don’t you want to take more? It might’ve turned out blurry, here let me take it for you.” He had offered and for a moment Jeongguk remembers his name, and his mind panics because holy shit he remembers and this is gonna go great, they're gonna date and marry and have kids without Jeongguk having to mention that he’s forgotten his name. But nothing good can ever last, because soon enough Jeongguk’s panic takes action as he stands up and tackles him in a hug, and immediately bursts out into tears because his lost his train as it was going.
“Oh no, are you okay?” He says, hugging Jeongguk back. Haonim? Hakira? Holland? Please, brain, give him mercy.
Sniffing at his shoulder, he turns his head and mumbles a gurgly at his neck a “The noodles are just. . . so good.” Half lie, maybe closer to a white lie. Another sniffle. “I think this is the best night of my life, well, it ties closely to when Namjoon and Jimin were eye-to-eye in a scary and sensual type. They looked at each other like they were ready to chew each other out, but in a super sexy way. Total boner worthy, oh and maybe also close to my seventeenth birthday bash, it was so peng.” Is he using the word right? He was so tempted to bite at his neck, “But I think this beats everything.”
“I’m flattered,” Hotstuff turned his head towards Jeongguk’s direction as he finally straightened up. They were the same height, alternatively, but Jeongguk has never felt anymore tinier than he feels now.
“I think I-” He was put off by his own burping, making sunflower laugh loudly as Jeongguk grins in satisfaction as he sees him laugh more.
“I think you’ve had enough fun for today,” He hulls Jeongguk out of his rigid stance and picks up both if the empty noodle cups, throwing them in the bin and saying his farewell to the cashier, who all but looked up from her phone. Jeongguk almost had a go at her because how dare she treat his sugar plum like that but then got reminded of the exact sugar plum he’s talking about and something told him that violence was never the answer for him. Once outside, Jeongguk stared at the others face, and started to take in his features; he had such a pretty nose, and prettier lips. If possible, they would make the best babies. If possible.
But he didn’t have enough time to analyse it all secretly, because honey bee has now faced him and Jeongguk’s gawking minutes were long gone. A little doe-eyed himself, he gulped down a bit before saying “Let’s go to my place,”.
And they’ve set off to the left side of the street.
“Mother trucker du-”
“Your habit of reciting candid vines the first thing you wake up is really concerning me.”
“That hurt like a butt cheek on a fuckin’ stick,” Jeongguk sighed the words out after Namjoon had cut him off mid-vine referencing. Having the latter sigh himself, he softly placed a cup down on the cup holder next to his bed. Hangover tea, hopefully.
Sitting up, he swung his legs over and took his surrounding a little bit, all while picking up the hot cup. Clothes, attached. Bedroom, relatively the same. Namjoon, looking a lot better than him despite Jeongguk knowing he drank just as much last night; sometimes you just gotta accept the L thrown your way.
Despite everything seeming normal, Jeongguk really thinks he’s forgotten something. Like, something majorly important, something-
“Why is there soup in the cup?” He abruptly shoved the cup away from his face after unconsciously meaning to take a sip. He expected tea, not fucking mushy stuff.
“You forgot to do your dish duty this week,”
“And whose fault is that?”
“Yours, Gguk; it’s your fault because you were supposed to do the dishes.”
“. . . I thought I was going somewhere with that, sorry.” He now muttered into his lap. Hearing another sigh, he saw Joon’s sock-clad feet shuffling towards him and the bed shifted at his right side. A hand went to his forehead, and he was utterly confused on why Joon was checking on his temperature.
“Not to be a bummer and break the romantic tension here, but I’m pretty sure Gguk only has a hangover. Nothing like a dengi Joon.” Jimin had muttered from the door he’s leaning on, giving off his usual I Work My Ass Off To Be This Cool aura. Namjoon just muttered a little ‘you can't always be too sure,’ before dropping his hand back down, now resting it on his lap.
“Last night was one of the wildest nights I’ve ever had.” Jimin started. “And I didn’t even drink shit!” He smiled at both of them, trying to showcase his enthusiasm.
“Although I had a bad hangover this morning, I really don't regret what I did last night.”Namjoon contributed his part as well. “The ride back home was even more fun,” They sat in silence for a few seconds.
Until Joon spoke up“How’d you get home last night, anyway?” He’d now turned to him with a tilted head, and that made Jeongguk wonder; how the fuck did he get home without a bruise or a broken item in his room?
“To be honest, I don’t have a clue.” He ended it off with a stare into the carpet, then quickly whipped his head to glance both at Joon and Jimin questionably, somehow trying to see if they have something in mind. They both shrugged simultaneously. “You two gotta stop that,”
“Can’t help it,” They both said in unison and shrugged again, making a shiver run down Jeongguk’s spine. Creepy as shit, he muttered to himself before picking up his phone to check the time, but he only faced a blurry picture set as his wallpaper.
“Oh,” He muttered in realisation.
“What?” Jimin now leaned off the door frame - he slipped a bit but, for the sake of his effort no one mentioned it - and sat on the bed next to him, leaning in along with Namjoon.
“I don’t remember. . . Changing my wallpaper screen? Nor do I remember taking that picture.” Of course he was confused, he has only ever had a picture of his cat - our cat, Jimin always tries to remind him - cherry on the lock screen since he first bought this phone, and hasn’t bothered changing it since then. He unlocked his phone and went inside his gallery to check for any other pictures to give him more clues about this picture, but there were only an overall of three pictures from last night; the middle one of which was his wallpaper, which was him and another person next to him and a blob of blurry red in between them, seemingly on a table. Another one of which he was in the club he remembers going into with Jimin and Namjoon last night, hand perched on someone's shoulder and a red solo cup in his other hand, but only half of Jeongguk’s face was seen and nothing of the other person he was hanging off of. The third and last picture was just a candid picture of two hands holding, and Jeongguk immediately blushed.
“You didn’t wander off and join a cult last night, did you?” Joon jokes which had Jimin shove lightly at his shoulder as they both giggled. He straightened his back and scoffed.
“I’m the last person that would accidentally join a cult because I’m drunk,” Both he and Jimin faced Joon now, making his eyes go wide for a second before he muttered out a grumpy ‘That was only one time,’.
A silence ensued in the room before Jeongguk abruptly stood up and tried to make a move to go into the living room, but his vision blurred because of the hasty action and he sat back down.
“. . .What did you want to. . . uh. .do?”
“Create operation mission find out what the fuck I did last night,” He sighed down at his lap after answering Jimin’s question, rubbing at his temple with his palm to calm his mind down a bit. “Was planning on getting blueberry.” He motioned his finger outside of his room, where the dining table was perched next to the kitchen with a planning notebook sitting on it. He had it ever since his last year of high school, a graduation present from his great friend Chaerin. He didn’t write much in it first, but in his second semester here, he brought it everywhere with him religiously.
Checking his phone again, he looked at the wallpaper with a confused expression before his eyes widened when he caught the time, and he’s immediately dashed off into the bathroom to get ready. Brushing his teeth and finishing his business, he could feel his hangover vomit wanting to burst out any moment but he really didn’t have the time, he was in such a rush that he forgot to even close the door completely before taking a shit, two pairs of eyes glancing at him questionably and amusingly. Running out of the bathroom after giving his face and hands a quick wash, he picked up a hoodie and some shorts before dashing towards the door, wearing his dance shoes before yelling ‘dance!’. Both Jimin and Joon made a face of realisation before beckoning him goodbye with a tiny wave of their hands.
“That was fun,”
“Which part, the one where he looked at both of us straight in the eyes for a solid ten seconds while taking a shit before avoided eye contact with us completely? Or the part where he tried to flip his toothbrush back into the cup but missed completely?” Jimin has now laid back on Jeongguk’s fluffy bed.
“No, I liked the part where he was saying swear words he’s memorised from the random swear word generator,” Joon had said before standing up gracefully, his lanky body looking as good as ever.
“Breakfast? I’ll order us something,”
“Oh baby, but you’re already a meal to me,”
“Haha, cool. So you want me to cook.”
“No Joon wait- okay wait okay Joonie I take that back. I take it back!”
Jeongguk lives with both Jimin and Namjoon, making the furniture in their house the perfect mixture of good goth and dance mom. The only parts that scream Jeongguk is the amounts of game CD’s stacked next to each other alphabetically and in order of colour, following with the few figurines he’s stacked next to Jimin’s indoor plants on the shelf. The distance between their apartment to the campus is a big plus. This doesn’t have any relation to him running down some shops, wheezing as he’s trying to zoom past and reach his class on time, but it’s a good set up for you to get distracted; isn’t it?
He’s out of breath when he’s standing in front of the studio doors, greeting Taeyong and going in to hug Yugyeom all while making weird noises from the back of his throat.
“You guys haven’t seen each other for how long?”
“Let us be Moonie, we’re at our golden age. Any time spent without their other half is torture.”
“That’s sweet,” Shownu smiled at them, before Mr Moon clapped his hands, signalling the start of their class.
Going through the dynamics and shapes of the body, Jeongguk was long gone even when Kino started to do the floss and everyone has simultaneously joined in. He doesn’t know what the hell he did last night, which adds up to the many other nights he’s drunk until he’s blacked out, but last night had this tick to it; like how everyone immediately knows that there’s gonna be another season in Brooklyn 99 even after the sudden end of movement to the whole series, but still cry a river over it. Not like Jeongguk did that or anything, it was all solely Namjoon who did so. Yep.
But last night felt . . . weird. Is he supposed to remember something from last night? He feels like he should because the pictures and the goofy drunk smile he had on his face in the picture does tell him something. He’s only ever soft drunk when he’s around Joonie and Jimin, and Jeongguk is really bad at making good first impressions, drunk or not. He’s still surprised at how he even held a guys hand within the first few hours of knowing them. Soon enough, class went by with messy water breaks and someone busting out a fortnite dance in some corner like they were a bunch of thirteen-year-olds. Come on Jeon, think. He turned around and went up to his bag when Moon dismissed the class, picking up his orange squirt bottle, he picked up Jimin’s pink hand fan - it’s actually his, but he would never want to admit that - and turned it on.
“LOL, guys. Not to be a year nine gossip girl, but I heard that there’s a kid being transferred here? He’s like one of the top students in their dance academy, and people had almost always said 11/10, would bang.” Jongin had chuckled as he placed his sweat towel around his neck after drying his sweat off, tugging on it with both hands.
“What the fuck, did you just say ‘L.O.L’ out loud?”
“Minhyuk, homeboy just said there’s a literal greek God being transferred here, and that’s all you got from his words?” Kino smacked his empty plastic bottle against Minhyuk’s calf, his quirky grin quickly dissolving into disgust as Minhyuk had gathered all the sweat from his knee-pit and smeared it all across his arm. They rarely got any new transfers in the middle of the semester, so it’s a bit of a mystery as to why they’re sending the supposed ‘top dancer’ here.
Turning around to face the others, he saw Shownu making a move to take off his shirt all while talking to the rest about the new student, and strangely, something clicked in his brain.
“Oh my God,” Yugyeom grinned and pointed at Gguk’s figure when he saw how fast he was packing his stuff to make a dash, but before he could yell his half-assed attempt of saying goodbye and leaving with a mysterious aura of something scandalous, Moon has said a timid ‘ah’, when Jeongguk wanted to blast out of the door.
“Jeon, I need a bit of a favour from you-”
“Mr Moon, I am so sorry but I really gotta go right now. Something popped up in my mind like a story plot popping up into a writer's mind when they have writer's block and all that stereotypical crap, please I just-”
“Jeon this will be super quick, a new kid has been transferred to our block and I want you to show him around since he hasn’t really been sorted into a dance group yet. It’ll be super quick. His name is- Jeongguk! It’s rude to leave in the middle of a conversat-”
“I’m super sorry coach~!” Jeongguk was now yelling down the hallway and he ran, dodging people left and right, his words dragging out with him as he ran away all while scaring poor Seulgi as he barely missed her.
Jeongguk was huffing and puffing once again as he took off his shoes, feeling a tad bit guilty that he had run off. But you gotta do what you gotta do. Especially to find your soulmate. He changed out of his clothes and took a quick shower before plopping down on the living room dining table and pulled blueberry towards him, along with his favourite pen, strawberry, that was perched alongside it.
Why the fuck are you naming inanimate objects similar to Cherry?
Fuck off and go make fanfictions about Aoyama and his soft yaoi hands, would you?
It’s not my fucking fault there are only seven fanfics written about him! Someone has to do that show a justice!
Shaking his head, he opened his notebook and popped open the cap of the pen open, getting ready to write his scaffold. Cherry gave out a distant meow, before small pitter-pattering of her paws grew audibly louder and closer, as she jumped on Jeongguk’s lap.
He cooed as he shifted her position on his lap, “What am I gonna do? I’ve gone through many drunken nights with mysteries; why is this one so important to me now?” He softly petted her smooth fur as she meowed back as an answer. He hummed lightly before going back to his messy scaffold. He’s already described the photos in the same order they were taken and has said what he remembers from last night. He pulled out a mama Jeon and stood up to brew green tea, as it helps you focus and remember, baby.
So now, after gathering his items and brewing tea, he’s even placed a cushion on the chair to feel comfier. Cherry reclaimed her olden spot once more, purring at his chest. He wrote down how Shownu taking his shirt off was like a huge trigger to him, and Jeongguk suddenly remembers and what the fuck, he remembers. He remembers how he was facing the noodle aisle and he was slowly unbuttoning his shirt, not the most useful information but it’s honestly better than nothing.
“Noodles,” He stood up abruptly, not forgetting to pick up Cherry with him, suddenly making a dash at the door with her meowing loudly at his sudden movements. He slammed the door behind him as it echoed throughout their apartment. Namjoon was on the living room couch, witnessing everything like a fly on the wall. The slam startled him even as he was watching everything. He shook his head as he continued watching B99 on TV before he almost swore and steamed off of the couch as the door was slammed out again, constant meowing was heard and Jeongguk barged in and chanted the word ‘rain rain rain’ as he disappeared into his room, so did his words. The chanting came back on with full volume as he held Cherry in one hand and tried to open the umbrella with the other. It was just too amusing to watch him, that Namjoon didn’t even bother to ask him how he’s going to get out of the door with his umbrella wide open. Jeongguk had to figure that out the hard way.
A few minutes passed and the door slammed once more.
Sighing is overrated.
Jeongguk’s strong opinion has made everyone look astonished at him whenever he said those words, but he really saw sighing as a nuisance and even once asked the ceiling - he pretended he was talking to God or whoever that was really up there - who the hell made sighing a thing.
But he can’t really help it once he went to his local seven eleven and was immediately dissatisfied that the memories didn’t hit him. Was this even the right shop? He tried to recalculate how many local seven elevens actually exist around the campus, closing his umbrella and shaking a bit, to make it less wet for the worker inside to clean it up. He recalled that there were only four; so if anything, he still has three more options. If this shop didn’t ring a bell, he’s sure one of the rest will. Recalling his memory and how the shelf looked like, he glanced at the noodle shelf in this shop and saw that although similar, this one wasn’t it. The one in his memory had a brown colour to it, this one is a full white and has ‘Sale ’popups at the top.
While I’m here, he wondered, as he set off into the bread section, picking up kaya stuffed bread and going to the very back to grab some milk, remembering that they were running out. Cherry was now meowing softly on his clothes hood, which Jeongguk had switched it around so Cherry can be right in front of him as they looked at mouth-watering snacks, for both parties. He went to the counter, ready to pay and leave.
He stepped out of the shop and was thankful that the usually quiet street was still quiet, as he didn’t want anyone to disrupt Cherry’s sleep.
Maybe next time, he thought.
“Road work ahead-”
“Jeon Jeongguk I will actually smash your skull with a baseball bat if you finish that fuckin’ sentence,” Jimin sighed grumpily as he shoved - attempted to, anyways - the blanket he had been clutching off of him. He peeked one eye open as he saw Jimin’s figure looming above of him, dressed up to go out, and if he squints enough, he can see a hue of pink tinted on his lips.
He turned and shoved his face into his pillow, muttering out ‘I sure hope it does,’ before pushing himself up abruptly whilst making loud yawning noises.
“Namjoon’s still asleep you dumbass,” Jimin smacks at his open mouth, making him flinch and close it. Through his blurry vision, he only saw Jimin's earrings shine brightly, which also gave him a small sense of deja vu. He reached up to his own ears to see what his brain is trying to get at, before his mind abruptly flashed to back to his wallpaper - he hasn’t changed it, really. Ever since he’s been trying to find out about what happened that night, he thought it be a great pushover to finish his quest. Oh, which is now titled as Mission Ramen; has a cute ring to it - and he remembers the glisten at the other person's ear. Shaking his head, he made a mental note to write that down in his book later.
“Where are you dressed to go to?” His voice was gurgly from waking up, but he made no effort to clear his throat. A hoarse voice is a hot voice.
“Actually, I wanted you to come with me as well,” Jimin spoke sheepishly, acting cute. He wants something.
“What. . . Did you do this time.” His voice was still raspy. Victory Royal.
“What? Why do you automatically assume that I’ve done something wrong?” His face is now a direct contrast from what it was a few seconds ago.
“Because you always do that cute thing where you tangle your hands and shrivel up and look tiny for either me and Namjoon to submit to you. I can’t believe you’re a dom in the bed.” He stood up, Jimin winked at him momentarily as he walked towards his bathroom.
“That’s a false accusation, I never do that. But I will pass it off because you called me cute.” Pause. “And in fact, I actually did a right thing! I was assigned to be the buddy of this new student-”
“Fuck,” Jeongguk rubbed at his face, guilt gnawing at him for running away from Mr. Moon that day. He feels like an ass now.
“Don’t interrupt me, pie face. Anyways, since someone dashed off and ran away, I did heavens work and talked to this person, and he’s actually very nice.” There was silence as they both looked into each other's eyes. Jimin nodded once, twice which made Jeongguk understand what he’s getting at and only then did he mutter, “He like boys too? What a feat,” before standing up to head to the bathroom.
“And why exactly did you wake me up for?” He picked up his toothbrush and started to reach for toothpaste, only to see that it’s not in its original position.
“I want to introduce him to more people. Apparently, he’s a social butterfly, but he’s gotta be used to the environment first. So I took the honorary to introduce him to as many people as I can,” Jeongguk fussed as he started searching for the toothpaste. Opening the cupboard, he came face to face with the toothpaste and a— is that a receipt? He picked it up, but it slipped through his hands and as he went down to reach for it, the bridge of his nose bumped hard against the edge of the cupboard.
“Oh my God-” He reached for his nose, but was stopped as Jimin took a hold of his hand and reached his other hand out to turn on the water, splashing some on his fingers before applying it to his nose.
“Idiot,” He muttered with a smile. “Can’t even do a simple thing without messing up, can you?”
“Shut the fuck up, Yaoi hands lover 123.” It wasn’t a strong comeback, but Jeongguk’s pretty sure that his brain has lost a few cells when he bashed his nose gracefully. It took him some time to recover, but he sucked it up and brushed his teeth, gesturing for jimin to continue his storytelling. He bent down once his routine was over to pick up the receipt but did nothing but simply look over it as Jimin started to ask him a question.
“We’re meeting in a coffee shop, wanna join?” He was facing his body towards Jeongguk’s closet, but his eyes and face still trained on him. He shrugged, “Why not,” another pause, “Got nothing better to do anyway; gotta finish before-” a glance at the clock. “Two thirty. Drum practice.”
Jimin squealed as he made a few strides to his closet, picking out some simple clothes for him to wear.
“He’s a really nice person, super hot too. It’s like God has finally heard my call and said ‘Here, drool over this’. Isn’t that neat.”
“Stop ending your sentences like an eighty-year-old white woman,”
“Shut up and wear your shirt or I’ll twist your nips.”
“Kinky,”
They were walking, which was preposterous because it’s sunny and hot, but apparently, the cafe was close enough so we shouldn't really bother making air pollution worse and exercise, yeah?
Waiting at the front, his mind went to the receipt that he had scanned earlier, as he stuck his hand in his pockets to fish it out and look at it again. Jeongguk - Under the advisory of Namjoon - now collects receipts and puts it in his monthly jar, to calculate and keep track of his spending, and to see if he overdoes it and such.
So it was kind of questioning as to why there was a stray receipt at his cabinet, but it all made sense as he scanned over it. It was a payment for two instant noodle cups, and now he looked at Jimin like he had just won the lottery.
“I’m so sorry, I just found another clue for mission ramen and-” He just waved enthusiastically as he dashed off into the street.
“Jeongguk, you complete Tewkesbury mustard!”
‘Hello, My Name is Hoseok!’ Was the name tag - you guessed it! - Hoseok was wearing, the capital letters somehow mirroring his beaming smile, as he scanned items at the cashier.
Chaeyoung was explaining something to Hoseok, as she leaned over on the back, watching him scan items for an old lady. “But my stupid iPhone X autocorrected it to ‘three am’, and so he called me a liar!” Hoseok turned to her after he’s given the receipt to the woman and smiled at her, looking at Chaeyoung questionably before slowly saying, “I’m so sorry Chae but . . . who is this again?” Her face shifted into a slightly angered pout before her solemn expression quickly turned to a gasp.
“Don’t look now,” Her whispering didn’t really work, but he’ll still give her the credit. “But a super hottie just walked in and- I said don’t look!” She clasped both of her hands by his face as Hoseok tried taking a glimpse. “Oh Hoseok, I wish you would’ve been seeing this. He looks like a super good looking actor that only stars in shitty movies because he’s not that famous yet.”
“I don’t know if that was a good thing or not,” He said as he tried to shift and find out what Chaeyoung was going on about. When she finally did let go, saying a tiny ‘You can look now,’ he merely missed Not-Famous-Actor, as his body disappeared behind the aisle. He heaved out a sigh.
“Awh, you missed him. Better luck next time I guess.” She shrugged, giggling and going back to mopping the floor. A few moments later and Hoseok was shoved lightly to the side as Chaeyoung started to scan the items that were perched on top of the counter. Looking up, his eyes took their time to fully scan this mystery man before he- Oh.
The guy that Chaeyoung was talking about was the very drunk cute dude that Hoseok remembers encountering a few weeks ago, when he had recently arrived in Seoul. He wanted to make a move, say something like ‘Hey, haven’t we met before?’ but said guy had already paid and went out of the door.
“That was a lot ramen he purchased, and they were all of one brand, do you think he was experimenting?”
“Honestly? I have no clue.” Then Chaeyoung's words kinda settled in. “Wait, one brand?”
She hummed and nodded at the same time. “Yup, that one cup that we always steal when the manager turns off the CCTV for fixing, I thought that we were the only ones who knew how good that thing is, but I guess not.”
“This is like the Korean version of the office,”
“Yeah, but they’re also super famous in real life and in the series. Makes it all better times ten.”
Jeongguk scoffed as he threw some M&M's towards Namjoon, “It’s only because you have a fat crush on Hanbin.”
“He only appears like six times!”
“Enough times for you to fantasize” Jimin giggled as he stepped into the living room with Cherry on one hand, and a bowl of popcorn on the other. He squeezed in between Namjoon and Jeongguk; I like attention, he’s said before, centre of attention. He shifted his attention back to his book, trying to brainstorm more ideas to try out. From his great escape, he had the time he followed Jimin out to meet his new friend, Jeongguk dashed to the seven eleven locations the receipt had on. Great news, he was able to find those Godful cups of noodle. Bad news: he still doesn’t know who he followed in and out with. He tried asking the cashier - he did give Jeongguk a weird look when he asked about the date, and an even weirder look when Jeongguk even estimated the time, his clothes and what shade of lip tint he was wearing at that time - but came to no avail when he informed Jeongguk that he wasn’t on shift at that time and doesn’t know who was.
“At least I don’t write about how Zaizen’s hands roam all about Aoyama’s smooth skin-”
“That was only one time! I- Hey, wait a sec, how the fuck do you know about that?” Jeongguk jotted down some ideas but honestly came to no avail. Is this a dead end? Should he give up?
“You fuckin’ read my fics, Joon you asshat.”
“It’s not my fault you just leave them lying around,”
“They’re all written down on my laptop!”
“Liar, you’ve posted them in that fanfic site of yours too.”
“Kim Namjoon, you official hypocrite. How dare you read my fanfic and make me feel ashamed of writing it and reading similar things. You’re absolutely-” Jeongguk now turned his attention to his phone screen as it lit up, indicating a text from Taehyung. Closing his book and placing it on the coffee table, he stood up to go and get changed.
“Taehyung needs help for some acting thing,” Is the last thing he said into the wind, as Jimin and Joon were fanfic-shaming, before he solemnly closed the door.
“Hey not to really be that bitch, but what the hell am I doing here again?”
“If you stopped staring at the wallpaper of your phone, then maybe you would’ve known why you’re here,” Taehyung sighed as he turned to pick up the blindfold off from the table, shoving both of them towards Jeongguk’s direction which made him slightly flinch. “It’s an increase in body language and sensory exercise; acting isn’t just about sounding real and having your facial expressions be deep or whatever word seventeen-year-olds use these days to sound fake woke. It’s about feeling and being one with the-“
“Okay, wow fuck. I’m sorry for asking. Let’s just,” he paused as he glanced at his phone again and looked back up, hoping that Taehyung didn’t realise his action; his eye roll states otherwise. “Let’s get this on and over with.” He grabbed one of the blindfolds from Taehyung and put them on, which he all but laughed at him.
“Why are you laughing? Is this not serious enough for you, Mister Kim Taehyung? I will have you know that my great actor legends of ancestors are now frowning down upon you-“
“It’s not that, you idiot. I’m the one that’s to put on the blindfold.” He pulled the blindfold from his eyes, the knot loose enough for it to fall right off.
“Okay, read the script first,”
“ So. . . You feel what towards her- wait is it him or her.”
“Can’t you see that I crossed the word ‘her’ out? It’s a him now, continue.”
“Towards him? Is it that fiery lust that’s creating a deep, burning passio- Hey do I really have to do this.”
“Just read the script Jeongguk,” He let out a sigh as he shifted in his chair, and continued on.
As he said the words, he saw Taehyung answer back with not only passion in his voice, but a full on body potential was set for him to sightsee. He would step around, quite wobbly as his vision was taken from him, but he still tried to give off a confident vibe; straightening his back and taking his hand action up a notch. He would slump when there was sarcasm in the text and would shrivel up when it was queued for him to feel embarrassed. In short, it was kinda very cool, and Jeongguk wanted to try it out.
Once done, he showed his amusement by clapping very loudly and fast, Taehyung taking off his blindfold and bowing down to his only audience.
“Can I try?” He was already reaching out for the silk in his hand, too reluctant to get off from the red barstool he perched himself on when he entered the auditorium. The blindfold was given to him with Taehyung’s beaming smile and he pried on the blindfold immediately.
“So . . .” He shifted a bit in the chair, his head turned a few times to kind of get the sense of where Taehyung is standing. “What do I do now?”
Taehyung snorted. “Act out a scene, anything you know by heart?” He questioned, making Jeongguk rack his brain for some ideas. While thinking, someone called Taehyung’s name, and quickly after, Jeongguk could hear the sound of footsteps coming closer.
“Hey Hoseok,” He heard Taehyung say, “What’s up?”. Hoseok, sounds familiar; had Jimin or Namjoon mentioned him by any chance?
“Hey Taehyung,” Said Hoseok’s voice was raspy, but soothing. It had a cute lilt to it. “Sooyoung sent me to ask you what outfit were you supposed to wear Act III Scene 2? For the near-final?”
“Oh, ”Jeongguk could hear him thinking, “I think the white silk button up,” He pondered more. “Along with the weird jacket and those flashy pants,” Jeongguk could also hear him grinning. He chuckled and heard the shuffle of skin against cloth, so he took a shot and guessed that they shifted their attention to him by now.
“Ah, yeah. Hoseok this is-”
“Jeongguk is my name and-” Jeongguk realised how he wanted to end his sentence and came to a realisation. “Holy shit, Taehyung,” He clasped the hand on his right side and didn’t even think if it really was Taehyung there, but that didn’t matter right now. “Sexy time is my game,” And then he stood up, bowing down a few times and hoping he wouldn’t bash his head into any hard surface. His head did graze against someone's belt, but he can manage. “I’m so sorry but I just remembered something and if I don’t leave right now I’ll hate myself forever,” He then turned to the other side to say goodbye to the other person. “It was nice meeting you, I’m sorry I had to cut this short, hopefully, I’ll see you later yeah,” He did opt to walk backwards, but he almost fell down from the lack of trust in his own body when temporarily blinded, so he paused to finish all his words and then went to rip the blindfold away from his head, tossing it to - what he hopes again is - Taehyung’s direction.
Jeongguk was wearing his socks when Jimin had asked him, ‘Where are you with Operation Ramen?’
“It’s Mission Ramen, you doofus.” He swung his leg down, picking up his back and heading towards the door. “And so far, I’ve found the cup of noodles that were on god tier, and also found out what the fuck I blurted out that night,” He paused a bit more, “I also kind of remember his face right now, and holy shit was his skin so pretty.” He looked at Jimin’s figure when he heard a laugh; bunched up with a few pillows around him, brushing Cherry’s hair with his tiny fingers as he would make cute faces at her. It made Jeongguk smile a little.
“I’ll be heading out, yeah? Taehyung wants my help with his acting stuff again.” He waved his two hands, in which Jimin replied with a “Tell Taehyung to answer to my dick pic!” and getting a wave back from him and Cherry - with the help of Jimin of course - before he closed the door behind him and was walking down the street, planning on getting coffee while he was heading to Taehyung, who lives in the uni’s dorm.
The perks of having a dorm in a performing arts university were that you could express your creativity, because that itself was considered art. And although it’s good when you’re the first one to get the clean and neat dorms, you’re not always lucky enough to be in the top few selections. Meaning, if you were dead last, you would most likely stumble upon a room that had scrapped walls and century-old posters that smell like old egg. Hence why he lives in an apartment with Jimin and Namjoon.
Oh, and the dorms are pet-free. So that was a total no-go.
Stepping on the wet grass, his body was navigating himself unconsciously as Jeongguk looked at the two coffee in his hands, both iced. One minute, the coffee was safely secured in the plastic cup, and the other minute he saw the liquid running down on some white surface.
“Well, there goes my lunch money,” He doubts it was the silky shirt in front of him that was speaking, so he opted to look around and find the owner, ready to apologise. But it got cut off short-
“Dance God?” And there he goes again, ruining good conversations left and right. At least he got to see his Mission Ramen come to an end. A tiny giggle made Jeongguk’s stomach do that weird thing and look at the person in front of him all while.
“I finally caught you, cute Jeonggukie,” His smile was charming and as bright as he remembers seeing the first - and only - night he met him. And so that went on for a minute or so, Jeongguk’s dazed, starry eyes matching the feeling that’s running through his body and the Love Of His Life glowing right in front of him.
“I’m- How are you?” Why would anyone want to break a comfortable silence like that with an awkward question? What the Fuck Jeon?
“I’m good, uh, I’m sorry if this is a bad first-second impression but like. This shirt has gotta be somewhere in-” He looked at his empty wrist, “Five minutes. And, I’d rather not get yelled at for staining this shirt. Maybe a witness would be nice?” He mentioned his hand towards Jeongguk himself, which made Jeongguk force his brain to rephrase the words he’s just been told because he was too busy daydreaming, before he quickly nodded his head in understanding.
“Yeah, yeah. Of course, uhm. Which room are you heading towards?”
“316 actually, but my bags right down here, in 110. I’ll run to get it yeah?” And after a brief nod of his head, Jeongguk was handed the stained silk shirt and his ears picked up the squeak of shoe soles against the tile floors before his eyes registered him running. Fumbling for his back pocket, he retrieved the pink mini mirror he got as a gift and checked to see if he at least looked better than he acted on his first interaction with his literal soulmate.
The afternoon went on with Jeongguk blushing, explaining his wrongdoing and Taehyung beaming at him as head director Jeonghyeon looked like she wanted to sock everyone in the stomach. He magically got away with it though, Taehyung saying he’ll pay for the wash and Jeongguk going home with a number and a name to put on the face he’s been dreaming of finding.
“So? Are not gonna call him?” Namjoon plopped down some apple ciders on the stained coffee table they had, sitting down on Jeongguk’s left side.
“Why bother when I could and already have texted him?” He shoots back, voice showing a waiver of confidence but his body language stated otherwise; shrinking down in between both Joon and Jimin, both still perked up and ready celebrate Jeongguk’s love life.
“Oh, so you can be bold like this with us but can’t even attempt to exchange sentences with ‘The Love Of Your Life’? Shame,” Jimin was looking at the TV as he said so.
“Shame,”
“Wow, I can’t even do one thing without you guys shame shaming me; what is this, second grade?” He scoffed as he leaned over to finally place his phone down on the table, picking up a bottle and removing the cap by busting it open against the edge of the table. Poor thing already has so many marks, all in one specific location that all three of them would bash their drinks against. YG future company was also playing on the TV, it was now the new House favourite.
“Now that you’ve found him . . . now what Jeonggukie?” The way Jimin said that was so light, like he didn’t even think twice about it. Jeongguk didn’t either, opting to go for a shrug and a small answer, but he got stuck. Jimin is right, now what? Is he just gonna talk to him until eternity?
“Guess we’ll find out,”
“I would’ve thought you were overthinking again if you hadn’t answered me in twenty more seconds. Proud of you Ggukie.” They clinked their cans together, Jimin downing it all, Joon having a few gulps as Jeongguk just sipped the tip. Nevertheless, they all said an exaggerated ‘Ah’ at the same time. Halfway thru the episode, Jeongguk got a text;
loml: you comin to tae and jin’s IU day?
me: yeah. . . will you be there?
loml: haha i’m part of the design set jeonggukie
loml: im basically obligated to be tehre
me: **there
loml: *there
loml: oh
me: sorry
me: habit
loml: issok
loml: its cute ^o^
“How much do you want to bet that Hoseok texted him,”
“With his blush intensity, I’m completely on the same page as you Joon.”
“I sometimes wonder why you guys haven’t opted to work as narrators when you always talk as if I don’t hear you at all.”
“Is this your first time. . .”
“No, no.” Jin gave out a little chuckle, “Ah, I’ve. . . Once or twice.”
“Is it nice?”
“Yeah, comfortable, the people are great.” Their voices boomed throughout the huge auditorium, as Jeongguk sat down - in the middle once more, because what’s better than ultimately being the centre of attention? - and offered his popcorn to Namjoon first, then Jimin second.
“What are they talking about,” Jeongguk had said, but momentarily forgotten to tune in his library slash movie slash theatre audience voice on, and so there were people shushing at him left and right.
“Sorry,” his cheeks were now flushed pink, overpowering the orange blush he had taken time to add onto his face before arriving here as he sank down a bit in the cushion-like chair. Jimin leaned in a bit. “Jisoo and Momo already acted out the first scene, and I honestly have no clue what the whole play is about. I only know that Jin and Taehyung are also the main characters alongside Jisoo and Momo, there’s also Yoongi, Siyeon and Jaebum,”
“Did you not pick up the brochure at the front to see it’s summary? It’s literally about-”
“Joonie, baby. As much as I love you and would stick up a baseball bat up anyone’s ass if they even tried to even glance at you wrong, I sometimes wonder if you’ve forgotten that we’re long past Shakespearean times,” Jimin sighed, but smiled handsomely nevertheless. “Summaries are for wimp directors that want an expected reaction. And trust me when I say Jeonghyeon is far from that,” Another ‘shush’ comes from in front of them, as they all glanced to see Sooyeon’s finger flushed against her pink lips. An apology from Jeongguk and an unnecessary wink from Jimin has been sent in her direction, before they all huddled closer together.
Jeongguk shifts his attention to the play, which was a delight. Taehyung insisted on having no mics in this particular play, saying that it’s a better way to show real acting. They weren’t shouting, particularly, but their voices were scattered across the theatre, heard by everyone and making them entranced by the play. Except for the janitor; he dozed off minutes after the play had started. According to Namjoon anyway.
A cardboard cutout of the moon shimmied it’s way down, and Jeongguk’s gaze darted off to the side of the theatre where he caught Hoseok pulling at a rope, which he assumes it holds the moon. Locking gazes, he waved sheepishly but all still bright towards Hoseok, which he waved back with two hands, making the rope slip out of his grasp. Eye’s blown wide for a second, his reflexes took action and caught the rope, making the moon's movement seem like a shift. He stifled his giggle by placing his hand in front of his mouth, Joon glancing at him with both a confused and admiration sparkling in his eyes.
Scenes passed by prominently, but Jeongguk would catch himself glancing past the curtains a few dozens of time. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t and isn’t paying attention to the show in front of him. Momo’s character had finally come clean about being the one who’d steal the soap bars in the bathrooms. Jaebum’s character had finally gotten over the grudge he held over Yoongi and Siyeon hanging out when he was the one who set them up together, and now it was the expectant end scene. Jeongguk found that out when Namjoon had hit his shoulder as reflex all whilst Jimin was shaking his right arm about.
“This is it,” Seokjin's voice boomed as he and Taehyung took a few steps into the middle of the stage, it was a huge one at that, and it should be; them studying in a performing arts university after all.
“This place? You’ve refused to step into a flower shop that sells the cutest pots ever just because your ex dumped you one block south from here?”
“Now if you state it like that, you’ll make sixteen year old me sound like a dumb teenager in love.” Taehyung’s eyes shined admiration as Seokjin said that, charming smile and all, almost as if he’s projecting his real emotions into the play. Jeongguk wouldn’t be as shocked if it was so.
“I feel a little like that right now,” He’s taken a few steps closer, and Jeongguk couldn’t help but shrivel up, Jimin has now opted to hit his right arm instead of flinging it around while Namjoon had covered his smile with his large hands.
“This is so cute, fuck that’s so cute,” Namjoon leaned in to whisper to them, his hand still covering his smile.
“I think I got a heart boner,” Jimin had this dazed look in his eyes, and Jeongguk understood that. Not only did the casts acting skills really look realistic, bringing out their laughs and tears and heart boners, but they also made you feel like it’s real.
“What? Like the pots or like my ex,” Jin smiled, like it was an almost chuckle. Taehyung did chuckle.
“No,” He shuffled a bit closer, his head hanging down. “Like a dumb teenager in love,” He then looked up. Everyone was waiting, anticipating for what's to happen next; cameramen and taking videos and photographers are taking their pictures, the crowd mingled with students and professors and many, many agencies looking to scout. Jeongguk is still amazed at how they got to capture everyone, all with different purposes here, all with different tastes, all of them were on the edge of their seats. They still managed to do that.
A beat passed, then another one, and then did Taehyung finally lean forward to kiss Jin. Everyone started cheering, people letting go of the breath they held in for this moment, Jeongguk now hitting the chair and Namjoon, Jimin still so dazed. The curtains draw in and the light shining over them now had the words ‘Fin’ projected. All stood up and gave a clap, the camera crew ending the cut and straightening their backs to clap too, scouts were writing down some few notes, but the not intimidating ones stood up too.
Namjoon packed his stuff slowly, looking expectantly at those two, nodding his head to the exit.
“My heart boner just shifted into a major one,”
“Jimin, TMI.”
They were all standing outside in the lobby, waiting for both the cast and the design set to emerge out. People were waiting with flowers and chocolate piled up on their hands, murmurs and wide smiles were shared, everyone waiting for someone to emerge from the front curtains.
Series of claps and woots were scattered all around the shallow lobby once the cast emerges, making a loud echo, but no one seemed to mind. The actors giving a smile as some flowers were already in their hands; people were taking pictures, Jeongguk recognised some of them from the journal major he’s taken on his first year, but the others seem like a real press and paparazzi.
“Taehyung and Seokjin! Can I please have your attention here!” He heard one of the photographers call out to his friends, who were standing next to each other, not even blinking an eye at the bright flash that attacked them left and right. Seokjin held up his hand as Taehyung leaned a bit closer to him; although the flashes made them look ghostly, Jeongguk merely missed the pink hue to Seokjin’s cheek when Taehyung did so. He has a hunch it isn’t the makeup.
“Ggukie,”
“Yes?”
“The actors are right here, why do you keep looking at the curtains?” Oh. Fiddling with the flowers in his hands, his cheeks were hot as he sent what he hopes to be a glare towards Namjoon’s adoring smile and Jimin’s cheeky one. The curtains opened once again with a swift ‘woosh’, and there Jeongguk saw Hoseok. Dropping the flowers in what he hopes to be Namjoon’s hands - he doesn’t really hope that right now, actually, he could care less - and just. Ran. Once Hoseok saw a figure running towards him, he only beamed more when he found out who it was. He too, dropped his own belonging on the floor and had his arms wide open. Then they clashed.
“You did so well, you were so great up there.”
“Jeongguk, I was barely even on the stage; why are you congratulating me?”
“Because even you put just as much effort into this as anyone else does,” He then leaned back and kissed his cheek, heating up as he did so.
“You come up with so many types of nonsense, yet it makes me wanna hug you more,” Hoseok beamed and quickly glanced at everyone else. “I think we have an audience,”. Looking out, he saw cameras flashing at them too, and his friends all were smiling at their figures.
“It’s gonna be painful to get out of this position,”
“Why, is it because you don’t wanna leave my loving arms, or is it because it’s gonna be so awkward to step back towards everyone else once you made a ‘big scene’,” Grinning, Jeongguk was happy with where he is now.
“A little bit of both.”
He was stumbling again, not a lot to make it seem as if he was drunk, but enough for Hoseok to know that he was excited, over the moon right now.
“Gguk, I know you’re having the time of your life on my neck right now, but maybe pause a little so I can open the door?” He didn’t listen though, opting to bite and kiss a little bit more each time. He heard sigh, almost a moan come vibrate out of Hoseok’s neck and admittedly got more excited.
“Why am I even opening your door? I- there we go. Come here,” And inside they were, Hoseok was pushing him onto the wall and rubbing his thigh against his groin, which earned him a whimper from the younger. They smashed their lips together, immediately opting to shove their tongues against each other. It went on for a minute or so, and Jeongguk wanted to unbutton Hoseok’s shirt because god when he found out that Hoseok not only is in his dance class, but also does paso. Fuck he was ready to suck him off right then right ther-
“Why’d they stop?”
“Because they fuckin’ heard you crunch that seaweed wrap so loudly as if it’s your last piece, Taehyungie. I was on the brink of getting turned on!”
Looking at Hoseok with wide eyes, he mouthed a little What the Fuck, but only received a shrug and a Turned on?.
“Hey . . . guys.” Jeongguk tried. It’s the effort that counts.
“Hi Jeongguk, hey Hoseok. Had fun?” It was Seokjin who spoke up this time, who was squeezed next to Taehyung and had half of Jimin’s body lying on him in the loveseat that they owned. Namjoon and Yoongi were on the floor and leaning against the couch. All of them were staring at two of em’ and Jeongguk could only then realised how hard both he and Hoseok were.
“Yeah, I guess,” Hoseok spoke up this time. “Was planning on continuing it here but, there’s always . . . next time. I guess.” Jeongguk whined eternally as he gave a quick glance towards him and back to the others, nodding his head as if to agree with what Hoseok’s saying. He doesn’t agree with what Hoseok is saying.
“We’re watching a movie if y'all wanna join.”
“Or you can, you know, smash in your room and we’ll pretend like we aren’t hearing anything.” Jimin gasped as he leaned forward to high-five Namjoon. “You’re getting there!”
“Jiminie, quiet down about your exhibition kink for a sec; you guys wanna join or are you willing to go do the deed somewhere else.”
“Seokjin, there are so many alternatives to what you just said. Do the deed? Try bam-bam in the ham, or a classic nut in the gut. The possibilities are endless.”
“Thank you for that Taehyung, but we’ll just join in with you guys tonight, yeah bunny?” Hoseok looked at him for approval, which Jeongguk answered with a single nod. Holding his hand, Hoseok mentioned towards the bedroom for a quick change, and soon Jeongguk was being dragged into another room and pushed against his own bedroom door.
“We gotta make this quick; how do you feel about fingering?”
“Fuck, just do it already.”
The movie had ended, so they just sticked to watching an old show. Jeongguk was holding Hoseok’s hand and playing with his fingers, not trying to imagine where they were just a few hours ago. He looked up to shoot a quick glance towards him, but he was now face to face with the cutest eyes and cheeks ever.
“I like you a lot,” He said, smiling a bit once as he intertwined their hands.
“I like you a lot too baby.” A tiny kiss was placed on his nose, and he felt himself heat up so much, he dashed to hide at Hoseok’s neck to hide it.
Mission Ramen Status: Completed.