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Taehyung places a solemn hand over Yoongi’s heart. “Yoongi,” he says. “If you’re still single by the time you’re fifty, I’ll marry you.”

Yoongi blinks. “Thanks, O Mighty Benefactor, but one: ew? No? And two: you’re already married, genius.”

“True. But I think your bitter loneliness could actually end up poisoning our happiness, in which case Jimin and I would need to get divorced and sacrifice one of ourselves to marry you and stop your emo brooding darkness from spreading.”

“What. The fuck. Is this what you guys talk about behind my back?”

“That, and we try to figure out what your guys’ kinks are,” Taehyung admits, face serious.

Yoongi shoves Taehyung’s hand away from him. “Get your filthy sinner hands off me, you furry.”

Pet play, Yoongi, pet play and furries are two different things!”

Yoongi holds a finger up to stop him from explaining in greater detail. “There is a thin line between wanting to be treated like a dog, and actually dressing up like one, and you two are fucking stomping on it.”

Taehyung throws his hands up in defeat. “Whatever! But seriously, which one of us would you rather marry? We’re trying to plan our future out and we need to take into account how many years of Disney passes we should save up for. But if you come into the picture, then…”

Yoongi snorts. “Relax. I won’t interfere with your Disney plans. I wouldn’t marry either of you.”

“Not even--”

“No. Not even if my loneliness left me bedridden and on the brink of death, Taehyung. But thanks.”

Taehyung plops himself on the couch alongside Yoongi, kicking his legs up on top of his. “Whatever. Your loss. Don’t come crying to me in ten years when your wrinkly single ass just drops off from lack of use.”

“I won’t? Just how old do you think I am,” Yoongi narrows his eyes. Taehyung shrugs. “I’m 25, Tae.”

“Irrelevant,” Tae waves his hand and turns his attention back to his phone. “Love is an open door.”

“Don’t you quote Frozen at me—”

“A door that can close at any moment, Yoongi. What you need is a companion. Or a dog. A dog would be good. Why don’t you get a dog?”

Yoongi looks up from his lap, where his fluffy brown toy poodle is napping. “I literally have a dog. In my lap. Right now. Tae, are you fucking serious?”

“But Holly’s like a doll , you need, like, Old Yeller. Or Lassie. Some dog that actually exercises,” Taehyung snaps his fingers in eureka.

“Holly exercises!”

Outside ?” Taehyung raises his eyebrows.

Yoongi scrunches his nose and covers Holly’s ears. “Don’t listen to him, baby, he just can’t recognize perfection when he sees it.” He gently scoops up the dog in his arms and cradles him like a baby, pressing a soft kiss to his head.

Taehyung lets out an exasperated sigh and throws himself over the arm of the couch. A moment later he pops his head back up. “You know what you need? A cuff.”

Yoongi pauses from cooing at Holly. “Excuse me?”

“A cuff. Like, a person to date just for the winter season.” Taehyung waves his hands around as if this explains more. It doesn’t.

“Explain more,” he prompts.

“You’ve never heard of cuffing season? Actually, don’t answer, it makes sense.” Yoongi kicks his shin. “But it’s kind of like when the holidays come around and it’s really cold outside people want to be in a serious relationship.”

“And after the holidays?”

Taehyung shrugs. “They break up, I guess. I think most people just get lonely and wanna spend time with someone for the holidays. To keep warm and stuff.”

“Oh,” Yoongi says. “So like, a sham relationship. The equivalent of those Christmas quilts you pull out to use once a year and then completely ignore once it’s January.”

“Yes,” Taehyung nods. “Wait, no! It’s not sham it’s just… temporary. A sample-size relationship, if you will.”

“Ah,” Yoongi pauses, deep in fake-thought. “I won’t.”

Taehyung grabs Yoongi’s knees and shakes them. “But I think it’d be perfect for you! At least warm up to the idea?”

Yoongi sighs in frustration. “I’m not gonna die sad and alone, dude, quit worrying.”

“Think about it: you get warm cuddles, you can even show them off to your family so they don’t think you’re a hermit recluse who lives in a cave, you’ll probably get laid—! Oof!” Taehyung yelps as Yoongi shoves him off the couch with his feet.

He squishes Holly’s paws lightly, rocking him gently in his arms as he wakes up from his nap. “Taehyung’s being annoying, isn’t he, baby?” Yoongi lets Holly crawl up onto his chest and lick his cheek with his tiny tongue, causing Yoongi to break into a gooey smile.

“Admit it! It would be nice to spend time with someone during the holidays!”

“Ok ok fine, just shut up!” Yoongi relents, more out of annoyance than anything else. Taehyung pumps his fist in silent victory and sprawls out on the floor.

A few minutes pass. Yoongi continues to work on his laptop with Holly curled up on his stomach, while Taehyung taps furiously on his phone. Finally, Taehyung breaks the silence.

“So, hypothetically speaking, what would you be looking for in a cuff?”

Yoongi glances up, pen sticking out of his mouth. “Hypothetically?”


Yoongi shrugs. Hell, why not play along with Taehyung’s weird game for once? “Tall, tan, handsome. Manly and hot but sweet. Good at cooking and likes long walks on the beach.”

“What about hobbies? Sports? Taekwondo?”

Yoongi rolls his eyes. “Sure, he needs to have a black belt in Taekwondo. And be good at, I don’t know, photography, gymnastics, singing, scuba diving, and…” Yoongi ticks off his fingers. “Breakdancing? Add in poetry. And art! For good measure.”

“Got it!” Tae taps away at his phone happily.

“And don’t forget ripped as fuck. He should be a solid 12.”

“Ripped. As. Fuck,” Taehyung types. “You’re really looking for Mr. Perfect, aren’t ya?”

Yoongi’s already turned his attention back to his screen, a small crease forming between his eyebrows. “I thought this was all hypothetical?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” Taehyung reassures with a smile.




“Ok, so hypothetically I may have found Mr. Perfect for you,” Taehyung’s voice crackles loudly from Yoongi’s phone, much too loud, in his opinion, for— he checks the time— 12 pm.

Yoongi stretches his body, popping his joints loudly as he slowly awakes from his coma. He yawns into the phone and scratches at his bedhead. “What?”

“I found your perfect cuff. His name is Jeon Jungkook, he’s a coworker of Jimin’s. And he’s coming over in half an hour.”

This wakes Yoongi up. “The fuck?” he yells. He pushes himself up, a little too fast, and rolls out of bed with an undignified tumble. “Kim Taehyung, what the fuck?”

“I maaay have catfished him while pretending to be you, too. But don’t worry!” Taehyung reassures in a friendly voice, which instantly causes Yoongi to worry more. “I let him know this is just for the holidays and the good news is he’s totally down to get cuffed by you.”

Yoongi holds the phone to his ear with his shoulder as he attempts to hop into a pair of jeans. “Bad news: I am totally not down to get cuffed by him. Call him and tell him the plan’s cancelled.”

“Krrrr kekeke static krrr,” Taehyung sputters into the mic, clearly holding his phone far from his face based on the fading audio. “We’re breaking up. Be nice to Jungkook, Yoongi!”

“Don’t you fake-static me. Hey! Kim Taehyung, don’t you dare hang—!” The line goes dead. “...up.”


Yoongi takes in the current state of his room and wonders if it’s too late to change his number and move to a different continent. Maybe change his name, too, while he’s at it. He’ll need a new identity once he murders Taehyung.

Yoongi’s apartment is, to put it lightly, a complete fucking disaster. Okay, maybe not a complete disaster. A half-assed disaster. It was like a small tornado tore through it but then felt guilty and went back to pick up his socks and clean his windows. If anything, most of his clutter is made up of the dozens of decorative miscellaneous sized bins, tubs, and organizational boxes from Daiso. So really, in his attempt to stay tidy, he had inadvertently created an even bigger mess.

His apartment is the Oedipus Rex of apartments.

So, in other words, a complete fucking disaster.

Exactly 29 minutes, some mouthwash, and a lot of screaming later, however, Yoongi can safely say that his apartment looks presentable (enough) to politely turn down this Jungkook fellow. When the doorbell rings he smooths down his hair one last time before opening the door to greet Jungkook—

And drops his jaw to the fucking ground. Taehyung wasn’t kidding. Mr. Perfect is right.

The tall boy (the tall, gorgeous, ethereal boy) smiles at him as he tucks a piece of his dark brown hair behind his ear. “Hi,” he says with a smile so bright Yoongi has to blink away the stars. “I’m Jungkook.” He’s wearing a large white t-shirt tucked into baby blue jeans and Yoongi tries not to gawk at his perfect, slender waist.

At first, Yoongi forgets how to language. Jungkook waves a hand in front of his face, his eyes widening in concern.

“Uh, right, hi. I’m Yoongi.” He recovers quickly and leans against the doorframe casually, then decides that looks dumb and straightens up and shoves his hands in his pockets.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Same here.”

Jungkook looks at him with an expectant look.

“So…” Yoongi starts. He coughs to clear the air. “What brings you here?” Nonchalant. Nice one, Yoongi.

“Uhm, you?” Jungkook laughs, and Yoongi doesn’t fail to notice how his eyes crinkle up at the corners when he smiles. “You invited me over.”

Yoongi blinks a couple more times. “Right. Right, yes, right. I was the one who invited you over. Right. That was me.”

“That was you.” Jungkook’s eye smile is seriously no joke, and if anything it tells Yoongi that he’s getting a kick out of Yoongi’s fluster. Normally Yoongi’s carefully constructed Cool Persona is impenetrable, but something about Jungkook’s sweet laughter is making him crack and crumble like a nervous gingerbread house. Not good. “So. Can I come in?”

Yoongi quickly glances behind at his apartment for one last look-over. No tacky Daiso knick-knacks or ¼ filled water bottles in sight. It should be safe, he figures. “Yeah, come on in,” he invites Jungkook and steps back to allow him to enter. Jungkook carefully unties his shoes and places them neatly to the side of the doormat before stepping inside, politely ducking his head. Cute. Yoongi also doesn’t fail to notice the bunny rabbits on his socks.

“Um, how old are you?” his curiosity slips out of him before he can stop himself.

Jungkook doesn’t seem offended by the question. “21, but I do this a lot, so don’t worry about me,” he answers while admiring the photos hanging on the wall.

“Oh, ok,” Yoongi tries not to let his surprise show. He hadn’t realized Cuffing Season was such a big thing. Then again, when was the last time Yoongi had been ‘in’ with the dating scene? “I’m 25.”

Jungkook sends him a playful smirk. “Thanks for the info, gramps,” he says, no maliciousness in his voice.

The sudden confidence catches Yoongi off guard, but his knee-jerk reaction to respond to all insults with sarcasm luckily saves him from actually trying to think of 10 interesting facts about him in a change of topic. “Watch your mouth, kid, or I might just ruin the economy again and lecture about how texting poisons your mind.”

Jungkook lights up at his humor and lets out a loud laugh, shoulders shaking and relaxing into the comfortable atmosphere. Yoongi cracks a smile. This actually isn’t so bad. Maybe he should try hanging out with Jungkook, just for today. Just to be polite. Not to consider Taehyung’s idea for a cuff, no, definitely not.

“Um, you can take a seat on the couch, if you want, and I could get us something to drink?” Jungkook nods and Yoongi scampers off to the kitchen to frantically text Taehyung for backup.



what the fuck do i talk to him about

he’s sitting on my sofa



just be u!

you’ve already hit things off with him ;)

at least from what i texted him



what did u tell him


u didn’t tell him anything weird right

Read 12:35pm


Yoongi walks back into the room with a drink in each hand. “Sorry, I haven’t gone shopping in awhile, I hope Pepsi’s ok?”

“Oh,” Jungkook says, slight disappointment in his voice. “That’s fine,” he says as he stares at the banana milk in Yoongi’s other hand longingly.

“Or,” Yoongi catches on, “...I could have the Pepsi?”

Jungkook brightens up instantly but then catches himself and tries to play off his happiness. “Sure, I mean, whatever you want. Wouldn’t want to impose.”

Yoongi smirks and places the drink down in front of him. “Thanks. Banana milk isn’t really my thing anyway.”

Jungkook accepts the banana milk happily and rips the foil off. He takes a sip. “So,” he begins. Yoongi takes a sip of his own drink. “Tell me more about the time you got expelled in high school after you won the drag contest.”

Yoongi sprays his soda all over the place as he wheezes in surprise. Jungkook smirks, clearly amused by Yoongi’s reaction.

“I,” he chokes, “I told you about that?”

“You don’t remember?”

“I must not have been in my right mind. You should ignore everything I’ve told you within the past 24 hours,” Yoongi says with complete seriousness.

“What about the part when you said my thighs were hot? Should I ignore that too?” Jungkook crosses his legs to show off said assets and leans forward just a bit.

Yoongi gulps. Damn Taehyung. He knew he shouldn’t have disclosed his confidential preferences to him. “Definitely ignore that part.”

Jungkook doesn’t seem to want to drop the conversation, but after Yoongi doesn’t continue after a minute he sighs and sinks back into the couch. “Fine. But I expect to be told the Drag Story eventually.”

Yoongi sips his Pepsi. “I highly doubt that’s gonna happen.”

“Why? You don’t trust me?” Jungkook fake-pouts.

“I barely just met you?”

“True,” he admits. “Fine, let’s play 20 Questions.”

“What are we, straight boys?”

“You tell me,” Jungkook winks cheekily and leans forward on one elbow. He can’t hold his face long before he bursts into little giggles.

Yoongi raises an eyebrow. “Is that your first question?” Jungkook nods. “I’m bi.”

“Cool. I like dick.”

“That wasn’t gonna be my next question.”

“Just thought you should know,” he says. “Y’know, if we’re gonna do this.”

If we’re gonna fake date? But Yoongi doesn’t say this out loud. Instead, he says the most creative question he can come up with, which is, “What are your hobbies?”

Despite the basicness of the question, Jungkook’s eyes light up. “Right now, it’s videography. I’m really into filming and taking pictures.” He points at the photos on Yoongi’s wall. “I like these a lot, did you take them?”

Yoongi’s surprised. None of his other friends had been so impressed by his landscape photos. “Yeah. They’re film.”

Jungkook nods, pleased. “I could tell.”

“Thanks,” Yoongi says, although he’s not sure if it was meant as a compliment. “Ok, your turn—”

“Oh wait, I’m not done,” Jungkook interrupts. “I like photography, but I also like drawing. I dance too, and sometimes I compose and sing tracks for my dance routines. I try to write my own lyrics but a lot of times I trash them and just keep them in this, like, notebook of poetry. Lately I’ve been really into snorkeling and scuba diving, too. Have you ever gone?” Yoongi shakes his head. “We should go sometime. I love the ocean. I could spend forever just walking along the beach.”

Yoongi squints his eyes. There’s no way. There’s no way someone this perfect could exist on this miserable godforsaken planet, and there’s certainly no way Taehyung just happened to find him the perfect guy on his first try. Yoongi muses over the possibility that maybe this is an elaborate prank set up by Taehyung who had given Jungkook a script of all his selling points to list off to him verbatim.

Jungkook hasn’t stopped listing his hobbies and counts on his fingers as the list grows. “...I try to work out at least five times a week. I do martial arts, too, ever since I was little, but I kinda stopped.”

“Let me guess,” Yoongi pinches the bridge of his nose. “Black belt in Taekwondo?”

“Yeah! How did you know?”

“...Lucky guess.”

Jungkook laughs. “And I guess that’s it,” he finishes.

“Wait, can you cook?”

He snorts in response. “God, no.”

Yoongi breathes a sigh of relief. “Oh thank god.” So Jungkook isn’t completely perfect. Take that, Taehyung.


“Nothing. Nevermind.”

Jungkook looks at him suspiciously. “Lol okayyy. And that was another question, so I get to ask you an extra one.”

“I don’t believe in listening to people who say ‘lol’ out loud.”

“Lmao, sure thing, gramps, ttyl when you join the 21st century.”

“Yah,” Yoongi warns. “You really like pushing people’s buttons, don’t you?”

Jungkook grins. “Ah ah ah!” He waves his finger. “It’s my turn to ask a question.”

Yoongi laughs in disbelief but settles back down into the couch. This Jungkook kid is really something else. His teasing is light, flirtatious even, but his personality is filled with a certain… genuinity. Something Yoongi hasn’t seen in someone for a long time.

“Hmm. Got any tattoos?”


Jungkook perks up. “Gonna show me?”

Yoongi ponders for a bit. “Nope,” he decides.

Jungkook pouts. “No fun,” he mutters under his breath. Yoongi chuckles.

“Favorite movie?”

Autumn Leaves , have you heard of it?”

Yoongi startles. He’s more than heard of it; he wrote it. It was his first screenplay to make it to the big screen, the result of a passion project he had been working on all throughout high school and college. It was in no way his most acclaimed work— in fact, the movie hadn’t done astoundingly well at the box office— but it had special sentimental value to him. Autumn Leaves , the romantic dramedy that follows the unrequited love of a deaf man and his childhood friend, was the reason why Yoongi has a roof over his head and an inbox constantly full of work offers, after all.

He shrugs. “Sounds familiar.”

Jungkook gasps as if Yoongi had just spit on his firstborn child. “We have to watch it. I can’t believe you’ve never seen this, it’s a masterpiece. Forget what we were gonna do, this is way more important,” he states as he begins looking around for Yoongi’s TV remote.

“Huh? What were we gonna do?” Yoongi asks.

Clearly, once Jungkook sets his mind on something, there’s no turning back. “It doesn’t matter anymore. We can always do it later. Never seeing Autumn Leaves , however, is a crime against humanity and must be corrected immediately. Do you have Netflix?”

Yoongi’s mind flashes to the hours upon hours of Disney movies currently sitting in his Recently Watched list. “Nope.”

“That’s okay, we can use mine,” he replies. Yoongi hands him the remote and Jungkook logs into his Netflix account.

If Yoongi was worried about Jungkook seeing his embarrassing viewing history, he shouldn’t have been, because Jungkook’s is arguably much worse. “Naruto? Really?”

Jungkook nods seriously. “Believe it.” Yoongi laughs, taken aback, and Jungkook cracks a smile.

Normally, Yoongi hates watching movies on first dates. (Is this even a date?) They leave too much space for awkward silence and stilted conversation, and most of the night is spent focusing on the movie rather than the person you’re trying to get to know better.

But surprisingly, he’s having a good time. Scratch that. A great time. Jungkook’s made it his mission to give commentary on every scene, every interaction between the characters, and analyzes every film technique he can think about. Strangely, it doesn’t bother Yoongi. On the contrary, he finds himself leaning in closer to catch each of Jungkook’s words as they trail off his lips.

“See how everything looks tilted here? The slant is supposed to make people feel uneasy because something is off,” Jungkook explains through a mouth full of popcorn.

Yoongi hums, eyes fixed on the screen. He didn’t know about that. His work doesn’t really involve him in the filming of the movie itself. “So like, foreshadowing Jin’s accident?”

“Huh?” Jungkook tilts his head at him. “You mean Sungmin?”

“Right, right, sorry,” he corrects.

Jungkook scoots closer to Yoongi to reach into his popcorn bowl, having finished off his own. “Who’s Jin?”

“Oh, Kim Seokjin, the actor. I’m friends with him.”

Jungkook stands up in surprise, spilling popcorn everywhere. Yoongi blinks in shock as popcorn rains down on him. “You’re friends with Kim Seokjin?!” he screams. He claps his hands over his mouth and sits back down quickly as his ears turn red. “Sorry, that was loud. But you’re friends with Kim Seokjin?” he whisper-yells.

Yoongi nods and licks the salt off his fingers. “Uh-huh. We’re friends from college.” He laughs at Jungkook’s expression. “What’s with the face, kid?”

Jungkook’s mouth hangs open in pure disbelief. “Nothing,” he answers. “Nothing. Just that you’re friends with someone who might quite possibly be the most handsome and talented man on the planet, but no big deal.”

Yoongi scoffs. “Trust me. You’d change your mind once you meet him.”

“Can I meet him?” Jungkook grabs onto Yoongi’s sleeve. “Please? You have no idea how much I love his movies. I’ve watched Autumn Leaves so many times I can recite all the lines.” He gives Yoongi his best puppy dog eyes.

“I know, you’ve been muttering them under your breath the entire time.”

Jungkook juts his bottom lip out. Yoongi sighs. “Fine, sure. I’ll introduce you. Just don’t be disappointed by the huge loser he really is—” Yoongi’s silenced as Jungkook squeals and wraps his arms around him, burying his face into his shoulder.

“Thank you thank you thank you!” he hugs Yoongi tighter. Yoongi pats his head awkwardly and chuckles. Jungkook quickly lets go and scooches out of Yoongi’s space. He clears his throat. “Sorry,” he apologizes bashfully.

Yoongi coughs. “It’s fine,” he reassures. He can feel his neck heating up from the close contact.

They turn their attention back to the movie. Jungkook seems to be more aware of the space between them now. However, the space soon disappears as they fall back into their comfortable banter, occasionally yelling at the characters onscreen and chucking burnt popcorn as they make stupid decisions.

(“Who likes to eat burnt popcorn, anyway? What kind of freak are you?”

Jungkook waggles his eyebrows. “The freakiest.”)

Sometimes Yoongi sneaks glances at Jungkook from the corner of his eye, watching as the boy stares captivated at the screen. It’s refreshing, he thinks, to see his work from someone else’s eyes, to see it being wholeheartedly admired and loved. When the hero laughs, Jungkook laughs, when he cries, Jungkook tears up. He couldn’t say the same thing for himself; the only thing keeping him from ripping his eyes out so he doesn’t have to see his best friend deliver the cringey lines he’d written as a heartbroken teen is the fact that Jungkook might just yell at him for missing out on part of the movie.

By the end of the movie, Jungkook is a sniveling mess. He hugs a cushion tightly to his chest and hiccups as the tears gather in the corner of his eyes. Yoongi exits from the movie before the credits can start rolling.

“Oh my god,” he sobs. “Fuck. Sorry, I’ve watched this hundreds of times, but I cry every single time.” He wipes his tears with his sleeve. “It’s just so beautiful, y’know? The message...the characters. The acting and the cinematography are phenomenal, don’t get me wrong, but there’s something so— raw and emotional with the story itself.” Jungkook laughs as he wipes away more tears. “Sorry. This is embarrassing.”

“Don’t be.”

“Huh?” Jungkook sniffles.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Yoongi tells him. “It’s nice, when people are passionate about what they love.” He can feel his cheeks heating up the second the words leave his mouth.

Jungkook gives a shy smile and presses his cheek to the cushion. “Ok. Thanks.”

Yoongi hums in response.

They lean back against the couch, emotionally spent after watching the movie. It’s late now, almost time for dinner, but they’re too full from the popcorn to even consider eating real food.

Yoongi’s eyes fly open and he swears. “Fuck! Holly!”

“Who’s Holly?”

Yoongi’s already up and running to his bedroom. “My baby!” he calls out in panic.

What? You have a kid? ” Jungkook yells after him.

Seconds later Yoongi reemerges with a tiny bundle of fluff in his arms. When Jungkook sees what he’s holding he melts.

“A puppy? ” he coos. Yoongi sits back on the couch and folds his legs up so Holly can sit in his lap. Holly blinks at Jungkook in curiosity before crawling out of Yoongi’s lap to decidedly lick his face with kisses. “Oh my god,” Jungkook chokes. “I think I’m gonna start crying again.” He picks up Holly gently and rubs noses with him.

“Holly, this is Jungkook. Jungkook, this is Holly.” Yoongi’s chest swells with a warm sensation as he watches the two play together. It isn’t a well-kept secret that Yoongi has a ginormous soft spot for cute things.

Example A: He adopted Holly on a complete whim after he saw him in the kennel window while he was out shopping.

Yoongi smiles at the scene in front of him. “I think he likes you. He’s usually shy.” Holly’s crawled up Jungkook’s chest and Jungkook squeals in delight as Holly jumps around in his arms.

Example B: He might be warming up to this whole Cuffing Season idea, if it means spending more time with Jungkook.

Jungkook helps Yoongi feed Holly and they spend the rest of the evening playing together until Holly poops out from exhaustion. They both lie on the floor, out of breath from laughing, Jungkook’s cheeks glowing. Holly snoozes peacefully on Jungkook’s chest and Yoongi reaches out to scratch him behind the ear.

“This was fun,” Jungkook says.

“Yeah,” Yoongi admits.

“We should do it again sometime.” Yoongi finds himself already nodding in agreement before he can think about it.

“Can I have your number?”

Jungkook snorts. “ You texted me first, dummy.” He cracks a wide grin, eyes crinkling at the corners.

“It’s a long story. New phone.” He pulls his phone out from his pocket and passes it over. Jungkook types in his contact info and snaps a selfie with Holly sleeping on him to set as his profile photo. Yoongi’s heart skips a beat watching the two of them.

He passes it back. “There. Now you don’t have an excuse for not introducing me to Kim Seokjin.”

“I’m telling you, you are going to be severely underwhelmed,” Yoongi insists.

Or swept off my feet.”

“No in between.”

“Right, no in between,” he agrees.

It’s late, and really Yoongi should end the night here, but he can’t seem to bring himself to want to. Intense discussion over the allegories in Autumn Leaves ( “Sungmin’s letter was not supposed to be an allusion to The Notebook , trust me,” ) turns into discussion about other favorite movies, turns into discussion about their lives. Yoongi learns that Jungkook goes to the same university as Jimin, and works with him at an off-campus juice bar. He’s studying Film and Movie Production, but honestly he’s changed his major three times already and he’s not too sure about anything.

“I can’t wait to just graduate,” Jungkook sighs.

“Believe me, kid, post-grad life isn’t all that glamorous,” he waves his arm to gesture at his one bedroom apartment.

“My roommate, Namjoon, he’s in a graduate program now for his Ph.D. I’m pretty sure I saw him spike his coffee with three 6-hour energy shots yesterday.”

“Sounds about right.”

They both love music. Yoongi plays songs from his phone as they lie on the ground and stare at the ceiling, Jungkook occasionally chiming in to ask about a certain artist so he can add them to his playlist.

He’s cute , Yoongi decides. Underneath his teasing boldness, Jungkook’s really just a shy, soft kid. His eyes are big and dark and sparkle when he talks about all the things he wants to do in life, so in awe of the world. It reminds Yoongi of himself, of when he was younger and felt ready to conquer the world, with nothing but determination to guide him through it all.

Eventually, when their yawns continue to interrupt their talking, Yoongi escorts Jungkook to his car to see him off.

Jungkook leans his head out the window. “Text me?” he asks.

Yoongi nods and smiles, hands shoved in his pocket to protect himself from the cold air. Jungkook grins back.

“It was nice meeting you, Yoongi.”

“You’re not too bad, yourself,” Yoongi teases. He laughs as Jungkook sticks his tongue out and drives away, Yoongi waving goodbye as he does so.

When he gets back inside his apartment he texts Taehyung.






what’s wrong?? did it go well??




i think i may be a little bit in love


see? I told u it’d be gr8



no it’s NOT great tae

he thinks he’s being cuffed for the holidays not catfished into a serious relationship w/ me



i was catfished into a serious relationship



no u were not. u were catfished as a prank

which ended up as a booty call

a series of booty calls



my and jimin’s relationship has been nothing but the definition of slow and steady

excuse you



u literally proposed to him on the third date



he said YES didn’t he??



why am i taking dating advice from YOU