Many great comedies begin with a mistake. Like a visa running out so a chop-shop Alaskan fake marriage is in order. Or accidentally killing a stripper at a bachelorette party.
Or maybe even having an advisor that was absolutely awful at their job and didn’t realize that Yoongi and Hoseok had both managed to miss a single requirement to graduate. Seeing as this was their last semester, they didn’t have much of a choice but to deal with it.
And of course, that wonderfully convenient set-up led to a less than convenient predicament.
"Don't be bitter, Yoongs," Hoseok smiled, nudging him with an elbow.
"No. I'm going to be bitter," Yoongi snapped back, "I'm going to be so fucking bitter about this. How on Earth did my advisor not mention that I needed a fine arts credit to graduate? This is going to suck."
Hoseok rolled his eyes, counting the room numbers as they walked by. "You’re awfully grumpy today."
Yoongi sighed, “Sorry, I shouldn’t take my existential dread out on you, I know.”
A little smile crossed Hoseok’s lips, “After four years, I’m pretty used to it.”
As they walked, Yoongi eyed a couple of the younger students. Aside from being used to the bouts of existential despair, Hoseok had come to expect a sort of introspective reflectiveness from Yoongi. Always thinking about something despite the look of blankness on his features at most times.
Yoongi was like a gusher. Seemingly cool and solid on the outside, but exploded when bitten into.
Hoseok winced. Not the best metaphor.
Regardless, Hoseok and Yoongi had been best friends since they started college, and potentially for many years to come. If anything, it should be fun to have a blow off class together their senior year. Just one little fine arts class to graduate. An easy-peasy Photography 101. No heavy clouds on the sunny, blue horizon.
That is until they turned the corner and stepped into the classroom, their eyes landing on a tall, dark, and very handsome looking freshman sitting in the front row.
They looked at each other and in unison said, "Dibs."
His name: Jeon Jungkook.
His profession: Being downright perfect in every way.
He's a freshman, so barely across the cusp of the world. But he's oddly mesmerizing. He knows a lot about cameras and photography in general. But that's not all he's well versed in. The other subjects include: … ah, well, everything. He's a biochemical energy major. Or biomedical engineering? It didn't matter.
What mattered was that he looked absolutely perfect. And they both wanted a shot. A fair chance.
But yet, the dibs has once again failed them.
This isn't the first time this has happened. While they do have very different types when it came to men, there was an area of sturdy overlap. In cases like this, they usually find one is more interested or well suited and allow that person to take point, but this one was special.
"What should I do?" Hoseok asked, fiddling with the little camera in front of him, trying to put all the parts back inside of it.
Yoongi looked at him, obviously apathetic about this assignment for class. Hoseok hadn’t gotten his hair cut since last semester. He would soon though, his hair always bothered him so once it started to grow, he stuffed it into his snapbacks and beanies like a skater boy. Yoongi thought it looked nice a bit shaggy though, so he’ll savor the moment.
"Tell a joke." Yoongi offered quietly, "Or a pick-up line. They're too cheesy, but you're cheesy, so."
Hoseok nodded. They had broken into groups for the activity, placing themselves at the same table as Jungkook, of course. However, nobody at the table had spoken yet, they were just pulling at the test film and canister the professor had given them quizzically. All except for Jungkook who had managed to do everything on the list twice.
"Jungkook, right?" Hoseok asked quietly, shifting his seat over to catch the boy's attention.
Jungkook nodded, a bit surprised that Hoseok even knew his name judging by his facial expression.
“So you’re into photography … yeah?” Hoseok asked.
Jungkook looked around again, as if he wasn’t in a Photography class, playing with a camera that takes photos. He looked back, his perfect jaw squaring up perfectly as he did so. If it was possible for both Yoongi and Hoseok to swoon visibly, they were doing it just then. His hair was part just so and his eyes looked just so stunning.
He smiled too when he spoke, “Yep.”
Hoseok gathered himself together quickly, “So, could you, uh, picture us together?”
He paused for a moment, “You mean for the group project?”
Yoongi bit his lip and turned away, coughing to cover up the fact that all he wanted to do right then was laugh. Jungkook found it odd, turning to watch Yoongi make an impromptu coughing fit and coincidentally missing Hoseok giving him the stink eye in the process. When he looked back, Hoseok had dawned his charming smile once again.
“Sure,” Hoseok agreed.
He was going to have to kick Yoongi’s ass later then.
It hadn't been long since Hoseok's failed attempt at flirting. Which was disheartening for both of them. Yoongi always told Hoseok he was the only person on the planet who could pull off stupid cheesy pick-up lines. In theory, he was totally right. In practice, he was mostly right. Hoseok's smile was infectious. People caught a giggle off every dumb joke he had. Just not always.
Yoongi, on the other hand would rather be found dead in a ditch than saying any cheesy pick-up lines. No, every time Hoseok would catch him flirting across the bar it was more subtle.
"I don't know what to do, Hobi," He sighed, putting his little tin of film down.
Hoseok smiled at him. This was the third roll of film that Yoongi had developed in the closet. For whatever reason he was having trouble keeping the negatives unexposed and every time he had to retake an entire roll of photos, they got worse. This one was probably an entire film strip of Yoongi's feet.
"We're in the dark room today," Hoseok offered.
"No shit, Sherlock." Yoongi plopped himself down onto a stool. "Can all Jungs read a syllabus as well as you or are you just special?"
"Are all Mins this grumpy? But yeah, I am special," Hoseok smiled, "I meant that it's a perfect opportunity for a little hands on, you know?"
Yoongi stared at him blankly for a second, but before he could answer, Jungkook appeared out of nowhere, dropping his perfectly adorable messenger bag on the table and smiling widely at them.
Again, they both swooned. Ever since Hoseok had accidentally agreed to doing a group project with Jungkook, which was not the worst outcome ever honestly, he had been sitting with them at their table. They would exchange jokes between lecture notes, but it hadn't gone further than that. They simply assumed he didn't know anybody else in class.
"You guys excited?" He asked, rubbing his hands together with a chipper smile that could end all the world's problems.
"I'm nervous," Yoongi played it cool.
To which Hoseok held in a scoff. Yoongi never got nervous. Scratch that, he was always a little nervous, especially when it came to major projects he had put a lot of his heart into, but he never voiced it. It was something that Hoseok really admired about him.
"Don't worry!" Jungkook assured him with a gesture. "I did this stuff in high school, I promise I can show you if you need any help."
Yoongi smiled. To Jungkook it must have looked innocent and thankful, but to Hoseok a tint of mischief was all too obvious on the older's lips.
"I might just take you up on that," Yoongi nodded.
The professor made his entrance then, rounding everyone up in the process. They all took their seats and held tightly to their black metal tubes full of precious negative pictures and hoped for the best.
Eventually they were ushered into the dark room, everyone splitting up to begin their tasks of projecting and burning their images.
Hoseok almost immediately got swept up in the task, entirely forgetting anything they had talked about before they stepped foot in the dark space. The murmurs and shuffles of feet where a better indicator for him than the dull orange glow of safe light from above.
He projected and burned his negatives quickly, letting Yoongi swap in on the projector while he went about putting the photo in bins full of chemicals. Behind him he could hear the sounds of Yoongi struggling. The guy was so goddamn smart that he figured he never had to pay attention in class and always struggled with things like this where basic instructions are needed.
Or maybe he just wanted Jungkook to notice him cursing under his breath.
Hoseok smiled to himself when he heard Jungkook lean over from his projector to Yoongi's.
"Ah, yeah, actually ..."
There were telltale signs. Hoseok glanced over his shoulder and was greeted by a sight he hadn’t expected. He knew Jungkook was tall and beautiful, but he hadn’t realized how small Yoongi would look in comparison to him. Yoongi would kill him for thinking the whole situation cute because he’s not that small. But he totally is. At least right now.
Jungkook reached over him in the small dark space, taking the paper and fiddling with the projector to help Yoongi out.
So Hoseok went back to his chemical baths, careful to make sure the picture he took so lovingly of his dog wouldn’t be ruined by carelessness. Or at least not miscounting the seconds it should be washed in a certain pan of smelly liquid.
“Oh … I see,” Yoongi mused, “You’re really precise with that.”
“Ah …” Jungkook was taking the full effect of Yoongi’s flirting certainly, “I uh, have a lot of practice?"
"Lotta practice with your hands?"
After not too long, he reached back in and took up his photograph once more, stepping away from the table and towards the pins where he would hopefully hang his portrait of Mickey until later. Without too much trouble, he found a clothespin and snapped it onto his photograph, clipping it to the wire hanging just above his head.
Just then another girl came by, gently pressing him aside to get to where he had just been. Being lenient as always, Hoseok stepped to the side, giving her a smile even though it was too dark to be seen. As he repositioned to let her by, he backed closer to Yoongi and Jungkook.
And then felt a hand on the back of his thigh.
Gentle, brisk, almost accidental feeling. But the girl was still there so he had to wait until she left.
And he felt that hand again. The grip a little bit more sure this time. Figuring that Jungkook or Yoongi must have been unaware of what they were doing, Hoseok reached behind him, taking the hand carefully with his own and immediately feeling it tense up.
For whatever reason, he continued to hold it until the girl finished hanging her photo. The second she was out of his way, he let go of the hand and stepped back over to where he had unfinished business with a stack of underexposed negatives.
He groused, blinking again as he made his way over to the table where Yoongi and Jungkook were chatting idly. Well, Jungkook was chatting idly, and Yoongi was tapping his fingers across his lips as he listened intently, sticking a stray word or two of encouragement in to keep the freshman afloat on his thoughts. Hoseok hadn’t heard Jungkook speak this much since the ice breaker on day one.
Fuck, Yoongi really was that good.
As he approached the table, he saw Jungkook do the reverse, slinging his messenger bag over his shoulder and giving Yoongi a nod. His hair bounced with him as he left.
“I’ll see you guys later!” Jungkook waved, hopping away like Tiger.
They watched him go, swooning in full effect as per usual. How a person could look that good walking was something only heard of in literature.
“Maybe we should have taken creative writing,” Hoseok stated.
“What?” Yoongi asked.
“Nothing,” Hoseok shook his head, “How did your photos come out?”
Yoongi sat back on the stool, watching a few stray students bump up towards the professor to ask various questions. He took his fingers away from his lips and smiled knowingly at Hoseok, “Not totally sure.”
Hoseok smirked, rounding behind Yoongi to snatch up his backpack and give him the smart remark of he’d been holding back for almost an hour, “Did that have anything to do with Jeon Jungkook?”
His remark was met with a glare and a hand that swatted as his hip, “Jealous, much?”
“Nope.” Hoseok laughed, stepping aside so Yoongi couldn’t physically accost him further without getting up from his stool. “But you were Flirtmaster 5000 back there, buddy.”
A look of pure satisfaction molded Yoongi’s face when he said that. Rightfully so, seeing as he was, in fact, the Flirtmaster 5000.
The satisfaction made its way through his words, "Well, he did hold my hand, so, maybe I'll lose this bet after all."
"Hand holding?" Hoseok paused.
Yoongi continued to stand up from the table, throwing his jacket on because he was too good to take a backpack to an intro photography course. However, as he continued, nodding along and feeling like he had just managed to conquer the entire world, Hoseok felt he was about to take that very notion apart at the seams.
"... So I just sorta put my hand against his leg and he took it?" Yoongi continued to smile, "Honest to god it was an accident at first, but,"
"Hey," Hoseok put a hand on Yoongi's shoulder, snapping the inertia from his motion and pulling him back for a moment, "So, uh, was that maybe when that girl was pinning her pictures up?"
Yoongi's eyebrows furrowed, "I guess?"
"Uh, well." Hoseok let his hand off Yoongi's shoulder and bit his lip before letting it slip through his teeth. "You might have actually grabbed ... my hand."
More furrowing of the eyebrows occurred, increasing how bemuddled and simultaneously how adorable Yoongi looked, "What?"
"Yeah." Hoseok put a hand behind his neck and chuckled nervously. "I had to back into you guys to let her past and you must have been feeling up my thigh so I grabbed your hand to ... get you to stop."
They both looked away from each other for a second. Then, ever so slowly, began to walk towards the door, silencing carrying them as they went for a few moments. Yoongi zipped his jacket right before they entered the halls of the multi-story art building.
"Sorry," Yoongi muttered as they crossed through to doors.
"Hm?" Hoseok raised his eyebrows.
"Sorry for feeling up your thigh," Yoongi amended.
"Oh," Hoseok nodded, "That's fine."
"It's a nice thigh, man."
"Thanks. You have warm hands."
The coming weeks progressed in similar ways.
Hoseok waved Jungkook over, showing him the camera and asking him if he could help him fix it. The worried look on his face pleading for a savior from his camera related woes. And when Jungkook rushed to his rescue so heroically, he took the camera and began to swipe through the manual settings.
"What's the problem exactly?" He asked, eyes fixated on the screen.
Hoseok slid in closer, pointing to nothing in particular on the display, "Oh, yeah. All I can manage to focus on is you."
Yoongi almost choked on how awful it was.
Then answered, "Oh! Well that's probably your aperature. Have you tried changing the f-stop? A short depth of field could be why the foreground, me in this example, is the only thing crisp."
It was Hoseok's turn to blink, stuttering before the camera was handed back to him, "Ah, thanks."
And on the other side of the coin, Yoongi spent his time, managing to cause literal chaos with his smooth moves.
Quite like working in the tiny, tiny pitch black closets they were jammed into to take the film out of their cameras to roll onto spools and agitate in more chemicals within a plastic cylinder. A job that takes a lot of concentration since it, unlike dark room activities, was to be done in actual complete darkness. Barely an opportunity to speak let alone make a move.
Unless you’re Min Yoongi, who decided that bumping shoulders and accidental hand brushing was the perfect thing to do in that moment.
“Ah sorry,” Jungkook said softly, “Am I in your way?”
Hoseok was a bit confused at first, thinking that he was speaking to him and not the other senior breathing their precious closet air. Luckily, Yoongi was quick on the trigger.
“Nope,” Yoongi’s smile was audible in his words, “You’re right where you need to be.”
Cue an eye roll from Hoseok who reached forward to grab one of canisters from the table. However, Yoongi must have mistaken that sound for Jungkook reaching and attempted to meet him halfway, knocking the canister over and onto the floor.
“Got it,” They both said.
The seniors dropped to floor, hands scouring the floor with flustered hand pats on tile as they searched.
“Shit,” Hoseok knocked the canister forward, into Yoongi’s knee.
“Fuck,” Yoongi snatched at it, played hot potato for a few moments before it popped right out of his slippery palms and directly into Jungkook’s knee.
“Ah!” Jungkook exclaimed, surprised by the sudden contact and hopping backwards, hitting the door with his back.
It was enough force that the door popped open, letting light pour into the closet and expose their precious negatives.
He took a few more steps back before stumbling and falling flat on his ass, staring in disbelief at the two best friends who were stunned by how white and bright everything was suddenly.
When they came to their senses, they both jumped up, slamming their heads against the counter they had entirely forgot they were crouching for a canister under. And rubbing the bumps growing on their skulls was the perfect way to question their sanity as they sat on the floor and thought about how fucked up their project was going to be now.
Sure, Jungkook was Hoseok’s partner for the picture taking assignment, yes. And sure, Yoongi probably should have respected that. But when his partner dropped to move back home and be closer to her boyfriend, Yoongi saw an instant opportunity to be less than respectful. Not disrespectful, just a little edgy.
So he proceeded to fuck up every single photo he took with that girl. They weren’t that great since the assignment was to find geometry in the world and Yoongi phoned the entire assignment in by taking ten pictures of air vents, but still. He dumped his SD card in coffee until it was certainly not readable by any machine. Then pretended he had “accidentally” dropped it into his morning supplement right before class.
On second thought he probably didn’t have to actually ruin an SD card for this, but sacrifices had to be made, and certainly Sandisk would understand.
And while he lamented about losing all of his assignment photos, he made puppy dog eyes and Jungkook. Who, being perfection incarnate, jumped at the opportunity to offer his help. To which it was oh so convenient Yoongi no longer had a partner to shoot with.
So they went out the next day, in the bitter cold, to take pictures of shapes.
“Does this count as a circle?” Yoongi asked.
His fingers were brittle under his less than appropriate gloves. They pressed against the shutter and the camera lens snapped, but he barely felt the motion at all. If he stayed outside for much longer then he’d have to amputate. Which he’d sooner do than get gloves that weren’t touch screen compatible.
“I think so,” Jungkook smiled, leaning in to look at the image preview. “I don’t think that it has to be perfect. It’s our first digital assignment so it’s more in the editing.”
Yoongi nodded, “You’re right. I think I just need … triangles now.”
“I know a place!” Jungkook lit up like a strand of Christmas lights that had been cockblocked by a single loose bulb for hours.
And he looked really, really stinkin’ cute when he smiled. So Yoongi let himself get dragged into the science building, down a few flights, and then to the other side of the building. Since it was on a hill, a few windows above them showed like skylights more than anything. And when they stood right underneath of them, the lines of the windows intersected as triangles, catching light and refracting it all over the little study space.
“Whoa,” Yoongi breathed after realizing it, “That’s fucking dope.”
Jungkook chuckled a little, “Don’t be weird.”
“I’ll do what I want,” Yoongi frowned, “Plus I gave up on fighting the weird long ago. Soon you’ll learn.”
“Thanks for the advice grandpa,” Jungkook pointed up, “You taking a picture or not?”
Yoongi was actually hoping to savor the time that he had indoors where warmth caressed him better than any boy he’d ever been with. But, duty called. And he did have a purpose on this trip. So he turned the camera up, adjusted a few things, and then snapped a photo. Or two. Or three.
Jungkook was staring up still.
So Yoongi turned the camera on him and took a picture.
“Hey!” Jungkook reached out for the camera as soon as he realized what had happened.
“Nope!” Yoongi ducked and ran past him, immediately trailed by the younger, but much, much faster boy as he did so.
He barely got one corner turn in before Jungkook snatched him by the hood of his jacket and pulled him to a screeching halt.
“Give me the camera,” Jungkook said, “Delete the picture right now.”
Yoongi made a face at him despite being yanked backwards and spun about-face completely. Very, very close to Jungkook. And clutching the camera very, very tightly as well.
“Nope.” Yoongi broke the marriage between his teeth so he could run his tongue along the gap between them just briefly. “I got this one forever.”
“What are you gonna do with it?” Jungkook was trying his best to be stern. “That’s so weird.”
“Nah, man, I’m gonna print it out and put it in a locket and wear it around my neck,” Yoongi joked, “Tell people you’re my husband.”
“Uh-huh,” Jungkook rolled his eyes, “How are you gonna explain to people you don’t even have your husbands number? Give me the camera.”
“Nope!” Yoongi pulled the camera tighter to himself, “You could just give me your number and then it’ll be fine.”
“Fine.” Jungkook grit his teeth before very suddenly spouting his number off.
Yoongi raised his eyebrows. There was no way that would have worked. He immediately began to recite the string of numbers back in his mind over and over to keep them handy until he got his phone.
After a second, Jungkook reached for the camera, “Okay, you got my number. Give me the camera.”
Yoongi smiled, “You can totally have it. When you pry it from my cold, dead hands.”
“Good things your hands are already one of those things.”
Hoseok rarely met people as goofy as him. Yoongi was a nice little balance on the scales for him. While he encourages and is oftent he evil mastermind genius behind Hoseok dumber stunts, he rarely ever partakes in them.
Jungkook on the other hand, apparently has the ability to put himself right there with Hoseok. Because yeah climbing a tree on campus to get a nice skyline shot was an awesome idea that definitely wasn't going to get one of them injured.
Mission accomplished, though, nobody got injured.
But other complications occurred.
"Guess we're stuck." Jungkook pulled himself back onto the thicker branch supporting Hoseok after another failed attempt at scrambling back down the tree. Or at least to a safe falling distance.
"That's okay." Hoseok patted the branch's surface beside him with his non-touch screen compatible, but very warm gloves. "I called campus police. We'll just make time until they come to judge us like God himself."
Jungkook laughed and settled in next to him, "You're really funny, you know that?"
"I've heard I'm entertaining," Hoseok shifted uncomfortably. Despite the faux confidence, he never really took compliments well.
"You're more than entertaining," Jungkook expounded, "You just make me happy to be around."
"You trying to butter me up?" Hoseok turned to him, "If so you're barking up the wrong tree."
Jungkook blinked before realizing what Hoseok had done. He then responded the way one often does to their father doing the same thing. He rolled his eyes and groaned loudly, turning away to hide the smile on his face. Which may have alluded Hoseok, but as half omnipotent readers, we now know to be him actually enjoying Hoseok's ridiculousness.
"Stop it," Jungkook turned back, "The puns and the cheesy lines go right over my head."
"Yeah?" Hoseok leaned back, careful not to shift his weight into a dangerous position. "Are my lines kind of cheddar or more mozzarella."
Jungkook bit down on his lip, really holding back that laugh this time. "Provolone."
Hoseok snapped his head to him and made a face of utter contempt. How dare he? "Provolone?"
Now, Jung Hoseok had nothing against provolone. It was a lovely cheese. Extremely useful when adorning sandwiches. In addition, it was good for things like cheesesteaks and chicken californias, but outside of that it was seldom used. Nobody would go out of their way to eat plain provolone.
"You look offended," Jungkook commented.
"I am," Hoseok turned to a pout, "You hurt my feelings."
Jungkook couldn't take him seriously in the least. Which was for the best. He was never to be taken seriously.
"I sincerely apologize." Jungkook had a tilt to his words like he was laughing when he wasn't. "How can I make it up to you?"
"You could give me your phone number." Hoseok smiled widely. His grin always sold him better than any of Yoongi's wingman plays. "You know, before the cops get here and I embarrass myself with how afraid of heights I am."
The freshman tugged his coat a little bit closer into his body as he got out his phone, "How about I call you right now because my fingers are too cold to function. And then you can get my number off that."
"Sounds un be-leaf-able."
And that was how they ended up at this crucial moment.
On Hoseok’s couch, because his room mate didn’t mind the smoke. Not that there was anything wrong with Seokjin. No, he was a lovely and wonderful person, but he just didn’t enjoy the smell or the idea of the two of them unwinding in the on campus apartment he shared with Yoongi.
Jimin and Namjoon, on the other hand, aside from residing in a little off campus townhouse with Hoseok, seemed to care very little about anything aside from whatever anime they were currently binge watching and the girls they could draw in from their latest party endeavors. So Yoongi spent a lot of time on Hoseok’s couch and bed and chairs and floors, getting high and pretending like he wouldn’t have to quit smoking soon to pass mandatory drug tests.
Not like the context of his situation would exist outside this or anything, but it’s important to mention that drug testing is a very real future and Yoongi would probably procrastinate on getting clean in time, let’s be honest.
“I got his number,” Hoseok said, his voice low so he didn’t sound high. Pun intended.
To be fair, Yoongi didn’t feel very high at all. But that’s fine. Just hanging out with Hoseok was fine.
“Me too,” Yoongi responded, “But, you should text him first.”
He craned his head up, putting his chin to his chest to look at Hoseok. That was how he realized he was hanging upside down off the couch, his back against the cushions and his legs stretch up til his knees folded over the back. Hoseok was sitting normally, legs crossed, eyes a bit red, but not very far gone at all. No, he was ever present in that moment.
His lackless expression shifted a few seconds later, “Why are you so hell bent on winning this bet? Shouldn’t we both try our hardest to make it fair?”
Yoongi let his head fall back, watching the world flop upside down for a moment. The blood rushing to his head was giving him a better high than whatever they had given up on hitting about ten minutes ago anyways.
“Because you’re better for him anyways,” Yoongi let out a sudden, chesty laugh, “You’d probably be Facebook official right now if we weren’t doing this dumb bet.”
Yoongi sat up suddenly. With some degree of difficulty, he pulled his legs down, looking at the back of the couch for a second in thought. He felt dizzy, but it was a flash in the frying pan.
“Please.” Yoongi looked over at him. “I bet you’d make him crazy.”
Maybe it was the lighting, but it looked like Hoseok blushed. Like his cheeks got hot, and he looked away to the far wall, an episode of some drama rolling on the TV.
“Nah,” Hoseok denied, “But I bet you would. You’re the aloof, genius senior from every freshman’s wet dreams.”
Yoongi shook his head, planting a hand on the middle cushion that separated them so he could lean in closer and squint at Hoseok, “I bet you’re full of shit. And I bet you’re a better fuck than me anyways so who cares about what is and isn’t a wet dream?”
“I bet you’re so wrong it’s not even funny.” Hoseok’s eyes flicked to meet Yoongi’s and although it was the smallest shift ever, it felt like thunder had struck the space between them.
Yoongi moved. Crawling to the cushion between them and facing Hoseok. He pointed a finger at him accusingly because he was so goddamn certain of what he was saying. When Yoongi got on a warpath, even God’s own hands couldn’t restrain him.
“I don’t have anything left to bet on this,” Yoongi admitted, his finger still pointed, “But I can just fucking bet on it.”
Alright, they both might be a touch high still. Doesn’t exactly explain everything. Actually, it explains nothing, being high was just an excuse for them to get carried away.
Hindsight is 20/20.
“I bet you’d kiss him really well,” Hoseok commented, eyes locked on Yoongi’s.
Thinking back on it, they’d never been single at the same time. Not until winter break when Hoseok and his girlfriend had a mutual break up. They didn’t see a future outside of graduation. So starting this semester, they were both single. Terribly, terribly single. At the same time. Why hadn’t that happened before now?
Yoongi swallowed, “Yeah, but I bet you’d do that thing with your hand and ah …”
Hoseok raised an eyebrow.
They’d always been like this really. Flirting with each other. But it was fine. They were best friends and the other’s significant others really didn’t mind. They found it funny. Hilarious even.
“And what?” Hoseok asked.
“I can’t explain,” Yoongi lowered his finger, gesturing awkwardly with the hand.
Looking back on it, Hoseok had always been handsy. It’s not weird for him to manhandle Yoongi. He’s not that much smaller than him, but Hoseok acts like he is.
It feels like he is when Hoseok pulls him forward, smiling and laughing as he said, “Just show me. Demonstration purposes.”
That’s how Yoongi ended up on Hoseok’s lap. His knees on either side of Hoseok’s hips and his fingertips brushing along the back of Hoseok’s neck. His nape felt soft and smooth. It was gentle and forgiving when Yoongi caressed it.
“Bet you’d do this,” Yoongi said assuredly, his eyes trained on his own fingers, feeling the burn of Hoseok’s on his face though.
He suddenly understood why Hoseok always did this with people he dated. It always looked so intimate when Yoongi caught him kissing somebody across the room. Hoseok, unlike Yoongi, was no stranger to PDA. He was just tasteful about it. Waiting until the party was drunk and rolling. Thinking nobody was paying attention to him and his date in the corner. Minus Yoongi’s wandering eyes.
“How do you know I do that?” Hoseok’s goddamn smile was still turned all the way up to 10. “I bet you’ve got trouble controlling more than just your eyes. I bet Jungkook would like that.”
Yoongi would kick himself for what he did next. Or maybe not? Considering the historical evidence, this was perhaps the most logical conclusion for them.
“I bet he’d like being on your lap more” Yoongi pressed his fingers further up into Hoseok’s hair, “I bet it’s a nice place to be.”
“I bet he’d like to have you on his lap,” Hoseok’s smile softened to something more thoughtful, “I bet you’d give him one of those famous lap dances.”
“I don’t know who’s been saying that. I don’t lap dance,” Yoongi lied, “I bet that requires effort.”
“Yeah?” Hoseok pulled him forward suddenly.
Dead fucking give-away, Min. Good job on that. Wow.
Hoseok smiled in response. His longer than life fingers clipped into Yoongi’s belt loops, dragging him infinitesimally closer. His eyes were tinted pink in the corners and he smelled like a shower. That makes sense. Hoseok had been teaching a dance class before they hung out. Of course he showered. Of course he smelled fantastic. Of course Yoongi wanted to kiss him.
“I bet you’re lying,” He breathed.
The fingers in his belt loops curled tighter, drawing tension across Yoongi’s waistband. Also his stomach and general will to resist self-destructive urges. Tension on dumb ideas overall actually. And he got those all the time. For example: getting high and crawling into your best friend’s lap and wanting to kiss him.
“Fuck,” Yoongi lamented, eyes flying up to the ceiling just to get out of that seering gaze. But the heat stayed, just on his neck instead of on his face. Which might even be worse. Jung Hoseok looking at his neck with eyes burning like a campfire. And Yoongi kept throwing twigs in it.
“I bet,” Yoongi’s sentence came spaced out like a stutter, “I bet you’d do this to him. Get him worked up with words and smirks.”
When he looked back, Hoseok was smirking.
“Like this?” He asked.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Are you stupid?” Yoongi managed, “Of course like that. You know exactly what you’re doing. I bet you always do.”
“I bet you’d talk like that to him,” Hoseok furrowed his brow. Even that was hot. “I bet you’re really bratty. Say make me and you won’t to him until his overachieving ass has no choice.”
Fuel, meet fire.
“I bet you’d like that too,” Yoongi scoffed. Both his arms were around Hoseok’s neck. One hand still in his hair as words tumbled out, “I bet you can go forever. Bend him over your obnoxiously high bed and hold out just to prove a fucking point.”
What was that about twigs? Logs. Entire logs on the fire right now. Maybe that would smother it.
Hoseok’s fingers left his belt loops. They were following the line of his waist. Away from his stupid hips and onto his stupid crotch where Yoongi was certain Hoseok’s stupid hands could feel how stupidly hard he was right then.
“I’m not that competitive,” Hoseok stated, “But I bet you’d look good bent over a bed. I bet he’d want to kiss you. I bet he’s a kisser.”
“I bet … I bet-” Yoongi leaned forward, the heat from their extended metaphor of a fire lashing out against his cheeks, “I bet you’re a better-”
He kissed him.
Or Hoseok kissed him. Yoongi kissed Hoseok. They’re both he’s. So he kissed him.
They were kissing.
“I bet-ah,” Hoseok panted, frazzled fingers unzipping Yoongi’s pants, “I bet-”
“No,” Yoongi kissed him again, rushed and needy. “I bet you’re wrong.”
More kissing. More fumbling. More spiraling. Hoseok’s hand was in his pants and Yoongi gasped again. He pulled Hoseok to his own angle with his own hands.
“Fuck, I bet-” Hoseok was cut off by a sudden thrust from Yoongi’s hips. Against his hand and, holy shit, against his hips. He was just as hard. Yoongi could feel it and it felt good. He did that to him. He got all these noises out of Hoseok. He was the reason his hips couldn’t stay still and was twitching in his own pants.
There were a few indulgent noises when they moved against each other again, grinding like a high school prom. They were rolling with each other like high tide. Pun intended.
“I bet-” Yoongi was cut off by lips.
Looking back, he’s always been a bit of a pyromaniac.
So he slept with his best friend.
Hoseok hadn’t spoken to Yoongi since he left. Clearly things were awkward.
Not the part where they fucked on the couch and took praise kink to a whole new level. That was all fine and dandy. Even the part where Jimin and NamjoonNamjoon stumbled in drunk from a party having struck out to see them tucked up together under a few blankets on couch wasn’t that awkward. Maybe the fact that Yoongi blitzed out the second he woke up, grabbing his clothes like he’d committed adultery instead of hooking up was a tiny bit concerning, but that wasn’t why things were clearly less than kosher between the two old pals.
They hadn’t texted since then.
That might not seem like that big of a deal, but Hoseok is somewhat addicted to his phone and is constantly blowing up Yoongi’s, who responds because it takes almost no effort as far as communication is concerned. And to top it off, they’ve been texting every day since the minute they exchanged numbers and never ran out of things to say.
Minus that one weekend when Yoongi went to see his parents and dropped his phone in a pond. But he used his mom’s phone to call, so it doesn’t count.
Somehow today, not a single message had slipped between the two. No hope you got home safe or yo did you see Jimin’s snap story wtf. Definitely not a man, you were pretty hot falling to pieces on top of me last night good game bro.
Hoseok locked his phone and shoved it in his pocket, hearing the door open to Jungkook’s college dorm. Which briefly reminded him that he was in fact pursuing someone who had just turned 19. At the ripe old age of 22, that wasn’t excessively younger than Hoseok, but it sure as hell felt like it when he was picking his date up at a dormitory.
But, when he was wearing all black head to toe and smiling like the devil incarnate, Hoseok was reminded why this whole thing started. Spoiler: Because Jeon Jungkook is Disney Prince incarnate.
“Ready to go?” Hoseok asked with a smile. Jungkook seemed a bit confused, but happy nonetheless, “Ah, sure!”
He was starting to think he had been stood up actually. It was almost six minutes past the time they were supposed to meet and sixteen minutes past when Yoongi arrived and snagged them a table in the darkest corner he could find. It was one of the fancier places near campus. Candle lit and everything while still managing to fall inside of his slightly above ramen noodle budget.
Which was a pretty shitty budget, but it was better than some college budgets, so Yoongi won’t complain.
After seven minutes the sweat began to form along his browline, trickling onto his temples and telling him that he was about to get stood up by a stupid freshman. A stupid, handsome, jaw of the gods, smarter than the creator Jungkook freshman who was walking towards him with a beautiful looking hand waving at his waist.
Oh. He’s here.
Yoongi perked up suddenly, waving him over with fervor, but not so much that he looked like a fool. He managed to get the fervor right at least. And Jungkook’s smile cracked wider, obviously happy to see Yoongi making a fool of himself eight minutes after he was supposed to be there.
“Sorry, I’m a touch late. I had a little miscommunication with somebody so I got held up, but uh …” Jungkook paused at the table to grin brightly. “Hey!”
Yoongi grinned back. “Well, don’t just stand there - sit down. Did you walk all the way here without a coat?”
Jungkook frowned, looking at his arms for a moment. “Guess I must have left it on the studio chair. I’ll text Namjoon to make sure he grabs it when he goes in to record later.”
“You know Namjoon?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow, “Wait, studio like the mixing studios in the music school?”
Jungkook nodded. He had picked up the menu a few moments ago, but wasn’t looking at any of the various seafood dishes they claimed were “freshly caught” miles and miles and miles away from any reasonable unpolluted body of water.
“Yeah! I’m only a music tech minor, but I wish I could do more. I love doing stripped down and genre swapped covers of songs,” He explained, eyes glinting a little.
Yoongi raised one eyebrow, squinting over the candle, “What’s your favorite DAW?”
Jungkook frowned, “I like Logic because it’s easy to get a grip on for somebody who didn’t learn how to play instruments at a young age. But I also like Pro Tools. Piano roll is the way to go in my opinion.”
Be still his heart. Seriously, Yoongi’s heart was beating so quickly he was certain those three sentences struck him with more accuracy than Cupid himself. Herself? No, cupid was a guy.
Jungkook smiled, “You good?”
Oh, Cupid was definitely a guy.
“Yeah,” Yoongi recovered, letting the menu fall so he could put a loosely curled hand under his chin. “I’m a music tech major. It’s just weird I’ve never seen you around.”
“You’re a fourth year,” Jungkook chuckled, “I don’t even have access to look at the rooms you record and mix in, bro.”
“Hey, don’t call me bro. I’m your elder.” Yoongi winked.
Jungkook blushed, but was sharp with his response all the same, “You seem sleepy enough to be an elder most of the time.”
“Wow!” Yoongi leaned back in his chair, feigning like he’d taken a bullet to the heart. “The disrespect is maddening.”
“If I respect you, will you stop being so weird?”
“No probably not.” Yoongi pressed in even closer, putting his elbows on the menu full of less than fresh fish and looking like a lovesick puppy. “So what kind of songs do you cover? Are you mostly vocals then? What’s your range?”
The freshman across from him got all giddy and excited at the thought of talking music. It made Yoongi’s stomach flip over itself like one of those crazy talented gymnasts at the Olympics that normal viewers think are impressive unti the commentators say they’ve made some massive error.
“So can I get you two some drinks?”
They both looked up to see Hoseok standing with his arms crossed and an incredulous smile.
He looked between them, “Or maybe the reason why you jacked my date?”
“Jacked your date? This is my date.” Yoongi asserted.
He looked to Hoseok. He knew that face. That wasn’t him being goofy or malicious. He was actually, really surprised. So then they both whipped their heads to Jungkook.
Who was halfway out of his chair.
Then bolted for the door.
After snatching Jungkook’s jacket from the chair and Hoseok’s table and profusely apologizing to both of their waiters, the two took off to find where Jungkook had gotten off to. Or, if all else failed, to drop his jacket off at his dormitory and hope it made its way back to him.
“Is he seriously that stupid?” Yoongi grumbled, “Two dates at the same time?”
“It is … kind of our fault. A little bit,” Hoseok explained.
He was right. They did both pursue the same person at the same time. Then fuck, feel weird about it, and consequently fail to communicate with one another when their date with said person was to be. They both knew about it, so it wasn’t like he had been playing them anyways. They were aware the other was engaged in courtship. So really, intentions aside, they were the ones who fell through on their own bet.
Speaking of which, this probably meant a dead tie as far as that was concerned.
“Fuck us,” Yoongi lamented, kicking at a single fearless pigeon that dared to get too close.
“We, uh …” Hoseok let out the most nervous laughter he’s ever produced in his short, but chock-full of embarassment, life, ”We sorta did.”
Yoongi made a high-pitched whine that quickly devolved deeper in his throat until he was just groaning at his own expense. Hoseok found himself thinking that it was cute when Yoongi made annoying noises like that. He had always thought that, but he never fully recognized the depth of the feeling sent with it as an attachment.
"Yeah," Yoongi admitted after his pterodactyl impression had ended properly, "I'm sorry for not texting you. And bolting. And the fucking."
They were halfway back to campus now, their strides matched long ago so they walked in time. Not on the same foot, as Yoongi's left hell struck, Hoseok mirrored with his right. But walking at the same time, pace, gait. Together, just opposite.
"Whoa," Hoseok shifted Jungkook's jacket over his arm, "Don't apologize. We were both all about it at the time. Nothing wrong with a little shenanigans between friends, right?"
"The fakest news." Yoongi scoffed, "If we didn't have interest in each other, we wouldn't have fucked. And interest is a no-go for us."
"What? Why?" Hoseok looked to the person walking aside him.
"Because - because," Yoongi was pissed, "Because we would never work together. We tried being room mates, remember? We were awful. We almost killed each other. And we argue constantly."
"Out of love," Hoseok corrected him softly.
"Sure," Yoongi cut his eyes over, stopping them in their sidewalk route abruptly, "If you're friends. Not more than that. We're graduating soon and -"
Hoseok cut in, "You always fucking bring up us graduating. It's an uncertain future, not the end of the world. You can commit to things, you know?"
Oh, Yoongi was steaming at that one, squarely facing Hoseok now, "You broke up with your girlfriend over this."
"No," Hoseok shouted, "She dumped me. I lied about the mutual shit. She broke up with me because I was always hanging out with you, dumbass."
It got silent as Yoongi process the information. The hamster in his mental wheel took a wild miscalculation and was no cartoonishly spinning around in the wheel on its stomach, held against the surface as it made 360 degrees by centripetal force alone.
The street kept going, people rerouting so they could walk around them and the gentle buzz of conversation on a street full of restaurants and shops in the early evening. It was all entirely normal sounding scenery. Minus a strange choked set of sounds behind Yoongi.
Like crying. Sobbing. Sniffling.
Yoongi turned away from Hoseok's blazing line of sight, which shifted with him to see Jungkook sitting at a table alone under an umbrella. It was just outside of a little ice cream stand, but he had no ice cream. He was just sitting there jacketless and sobbing into the palms of his hands.
"Kook," They both called, making a beeline for him.
He looked up, red and puffy from the sting of his tears to see the two closing in on him. And when he realized what was happening, he started to move up from his seat, but he was already too late. Yoongi got there first and pushed him back down into his chair. Seconds later, Hoseok rounded behind him and placed gentle, but firm hands on his shoulders to keep him in place.
Jungkook got manic there, sputtering teary words between broken sobs, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you guys. I promise. I didn't mean to hurt anybody. I really thought that you guys were together and that you wanted to ask me out - I don't know how anything works - I don't know what I was thinking. Please don't hurt me."
"Shut up," Yoongi said softly, "Hoseok couldn't hurt a fly."
Jungkook sucked in a shakey breath, "I'm sorry. I thought you guys were a couple. I figured it was a joint date. I don't know why. I came here for ice cream and I left my wallet in my jacket. I'm sorry. I'm an idiot. I'm sorry."
Hoseok clamped down his shoulders, making Jungkook gasp suddenly, but serving to stop his apologetic rambles.
"Shush, kookie." After a second, he eased up, stroking his shoulder until they relaxed by the muscles, "I'll buy you some ice cream."
"Let me," Yoongi offered, shaking his head, "You're better at dealing with emotions anyways."
Yoongi walked over to the ice cream stand and pulled out his wallet while Hoseok laughed to himself about the entire situation. If he had the chance, he would totally make an entire sitcom just to have one episode on this.
He pushed on the boy's shoulders until he leaned forward and Hoseok could drape his jacket over his shoulders. Then he took a chair out and sat next to Jungkook, keeping on hand on his shoulder and shushing him very softly until Yoongi came back with ice cream and they all sat around eating something that was not at all suited for the freezing cold temperatures.
It was quiet aside from the chattering of teeth and a couple of off hand jokes. Until Jungkook had sufficiently calmed down.
"So ..." Jungkook sniffled, grabbing both of their attentions, "You're not a couple?"
Hoseok and Yoongi looked at each other.