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Hoseok

 

They’re the only two people in the dance studio.

They’re both dripping with sweat. Jungkook can see Hoseok’s honey golden skin glistening beneath a slick layer.

Sun-kissed. Sun-blessed.

Jungkook doesn’t know what to call it, but that’s the only way to describe it. Hoseok is a god.

He takes another sip from the water bottle beside him. Perched as he is in front of the mirror, he can see everything quite clearly. Including the way Hoseok’s muscles shift beneath that honey skin, the intensity with which he stares at his reflection, the way his body instinctually moves along with the beat.

Jungkook swallows spit that he nearly chokes on and takes another sip of water.

Hoseok is staring at him through the mirror when he looks back up. His eyes are dark, pupils dilated and blown. His stare penetrates to Jungkook’s core where he feels a sudden heat flare.

He can faintly hear the r&b song blasting from the speakers. He can feel the sweat trickling down the side of his face. These sensations fade into the background, distant unlike the fire unfurling at his core like a wildfire about to burn out of control.

He stands, his back pressing back against the mirror’s cool surface for support. He unconsciously lips his lips, his eye trailing from Hoseok’s down his to his lips, across his jaw, down his neck. As though he can see the predestined path his sweat follows.

Hoseok turns, dancing forgotten for now.

Jungkook can barely move a muscle from the way Hoseok’s stare has him pinned. His heart races in his chest as his blood warms. His head feels fuzzy from the sudden increase in body temper.

Jungkook’s knees feel weak and he’s mighty glad that the mirror is supporting most of his body weight.

Hoseok plasters himself against Jungkook in the blink of an eye. Jungkook barely gets a second to breathe and take in the sight of him up close before Hoseok is pressing his lips to Jungkook’s.

It’s a heated exchange as Jungkook’s lips immediately part, granting Hoseok entry. Jungkook’s arms wrap around Hoseok’s neck, his fingers curling into his soft hair. Hoseok grips his hips, digging his thumbs in hard. The groan that Jungkook releases is low and entirely accidental on Jungkook’s part.

His cheeks flare with pink while Hoseok pulls back enough to grin against his lips.

Jungkook is so screwed.

 

Jimin

 

In Jungkook’s opinion, the best thing about Japan is sightseeing with Jimin.

They travel a multitude of places, on foot.

They shop, they eat. Jungkook films.

Jimin is more settled in his own skin. Jungkook really loves Japan.

He watches from afar as Jimin walks ahead of him. His turning left then right, taking in the sights, sounds, and smells of their surroundings.

Jungkook realizes at that moment that the melty-gooey sensation that feels as if he’s suffocating is actual how he feels about Jimin.

He loves Jimin.

It’s not as shocking of a revelation as he thought it would be.

When Jimin turns around and offers Jungkook his hand, Jungkook hurries to take it. There’s nothing better than holding Jimin’s smaller hand in his own.

His hyung is perfect, just the perfect size to cuddle and love.

Jungkook is unconsciously smiling just thinking about it. Jimin turns to him at that moment, he’s smiling too. Jungkook can almost see his favorite crescent eyes behind the dark sunglasses to match the bright white of the smile gracing his face.

He doesn’t think anything of it when Jimin pulls him beneath the reclusive shade of a nearby tree with heavy overhanging branches.

He thinks everything of it when Jimin reaches up to wrap his arms around his neck and drag him down for a kiss.

It’s a brief press of lips against his. Pure in its delivery.

Jungkook thinks he falls in love all over again at that moment with Jimin looking at him like that. As if he hung the moon in the sky and painted the stars just for him.

 

Seokjin

 

When Jungkook walks out onto the patio, he doesn’t expect anyone else to be there.

It’s early morning. A lot earlier than the members would prefer to be up. The kind of early Jungkook himself hates but acknowledges is great for working out.

So he is a little bit surprised when he discovers Jin, sitting in one of the big lounge chairs with his guitar resting on his lap as he absently plucks at the strings.

Jungkook quietly shuffles over to him, dropping in the chair across from him.

Neither of them speaks, but Jin does acknowledge his presence with a glance his way and a nod.

Jungkook spends the next few moments attempting to recognize the song he’s playing.

He smiles widely when he hears the chorus of Butterfly.

Jin looks at him, his eyes glittering faintly. “Sing Kook-ah, hyung will play for you.”

So Jungkook sings.

He sings softly all the way gazing at Jin who occasionally glances away to check the fingering.

He stands and offers his hand to Jin, “Will you stay by my side? Will you promise me?”

Jin looks up at him, a smile gracing his face and Jungkook smiles back. He watches as his hyung stands and gently lays his guitar on the chair.

He takes Jungkook’s hand, pulling him close. Jungkook willingly goes, wrapping his arms around his waist, he presses soft kisses into his neck that make Jin giggle.

Jungkook doesn’t think he’s everything heard anything so beautiful before.

 

Taehyung

 

Jungkook is sleepy. He’s jet-lagged and all he wants is a nap.

Taehyung understands and who misses a chance to nap? Taehyung’s surely not about to.

He makes sure to stand behind when the others head for dinner. He’s not very hungry in the first place.

Jungkook is sprawled on his back on the bed. He hasn’t even bothered to take his shoes off, let alone get dressed into something more comfortable. Taehyung sighs before unlacing his boots, tugging them off his feet one at a time. Jungkook hardly stirs throughout the process.

Taehyung proceeds to crawl onto the bed and straddle his torso.

“Yah! Jeon Jungkook!” He playfully pokes at his chest, making sure to keep his voice low.

Taehyung frowns at the lack of response, slightly pouting.

He supposes that Jungkook is really asleep and gives up on begging for cuddles. Jungkook, who was silently waiting, takes the opportunity while his hyung is unguarded to roll over, trapping Taehyung with his hips.

Taehyung yelps at the sudden movement, laughing when he realizes what happened.

Jungkook smiles cheekily, leaning down to kiss Taehyung’s nose before peppering kisses across his cheeks avoiding his lips.

Taehyung pouts. “Kiss me properly, Jeon Jungkook.” His dark eyes twinkle with his hair fanned out around his head like a halo. Jungkook really can’t resist.

Taehyung cups his hand around Jungkook’s cheek while Jungkook kisses him. It’s a firm press of lips and not a hint of anything more.

Jungkook swears that Taehyung’s kisses taste like home.

 

Namjoon

 

When Namjoon asks if he’d like to go to a coffee shop, Jungkook jumps up off his bed.

It’s not often that they get to go out and actually visit such a place.

They walk considering that it’s not far and the weather is just perfect.

Jungkook even manages to get Namjoon to hold his hand. Loosely entangling their fingers as they walk side by side. He can see Namjoon’s ever-present dimples, framing his shy smile.

“Joonie hyung is cute,” Jungkook mumbles without thinking.

Unfortunately for both of them, Namjoon hears which leads to his ears turning red, his cheeks flushing a pretty pink. Jungkook also flushes, sputtering.

Jungkook is just glad Namjoon didn’t let go of his hand.

When they arrive at the coffee shop, the place is quiet and secluded, seemingly deserted as the early afternoon hour.

Jungkook orders an overly sweet drink while Namjoon orders an americano.

They spend the afternoon, sitting at a table on the upstairs balcony. Namjoon seems to bask in the midday sun, like a tree with its limb reaching towards the sky.

Jungkook watches with a lovesick expression adorning his face.

They talk about books and movies, his hyung’s favorite plants, the park he wants to visit. Jungkook sits through it all, sipping at his drink and daydreaming.

He’s so caught up in his thoughts, that he doesn’t notice Namjoon leaning closer until he’s right in front of his face, filling his field of vision.

His eyes almost cross from attempting to look directly at his hyung. Namjoon is smiling his dimples on full display. Jungkook blushes and Namjoon laughs.

“Kookie, what are you looking so starry-eyed at?” He teases, his dimples look deeper up close. He looks boyish and youthful like this.

Jungkook pretends to carefully consider his answer. “Hmm..” he pursues his lips thoughtfully, “I’m looking at you hyung.”

He smiles shyly, watching Namjoon as he says this.

Namjoon just smiles softly at him and leans closer, pressing his lips against Jungkook’s.

Jungkook can taste the sweet bitterness of the americano lingering on his hyung’s lips. He parts his lips allowing his hyung to taste the sticky sweetness of his sugary concoction. He hears Joon moan quietly at the show of trust and intimacy.

Jungkook really, really loves his hyung.

 

Yoongi

 

Jungkook is surprised to be getting a visit from Yoongi.

When his hyung is in the middle of composing a song, he’s unreachable. It’s rare that he’d seek out others.

Jungkook is even more shocked that it’s him that his hyung is seeking out. Normally he’d go to Hoseok hyung or Namjoon hyung.

Yoongi takes a seat on the piano bench in front of the piano. He spreads sheets upon sheets of music across the music rack before turning and facing Jungkook who lingers unsurely in the doorway.

“Jungkook-ah,” Yoongi falters unsure of what he wants to convey. He flexes his fingers taking a moment to gather his thoughts. For once, he finds that the words aren’t readily coming to him.

He sighs and turns back to the piano. “Just listen..” He says as he begins to play the first notes of his new composition.

Jungkook listens, closing his eyes as his hyung plays. The song sounds of sorrow and melancholy. Jungkook doesn’t have to try hard to imagine his hyung’s voice, heavy with emotion rapping to accompany the piano.

When the final notes ring out across the studio, Jungkook opens his eyes to find Yoongi looking at him. Staring deep into his eyes.

“I want you to sing this song…with me..” He looks hopeful and a bit nervous. Which is odd, Yoongi is always so sure of what he wants and he takes it.

Jungkook steps forward, taking his hyung’s delicate hands into his own. “Hyung, I would be honored.”

He threads his fingers through Yoongi’s, gazing down at his hyung through his lashes while Yoongi concentrates on the honest expression that meets his own eyes.

Yoongi initiates the kiss, leaning up on his toes to press his lips against Jungkook’s. His grip on Jungkook’s fingers tightens momentarily as Jungkook meets him head-on. Chasing after his hyung’s lips when he pulls away to breathe.

He presses his forehead against his hyung’s.

This must be peace. This must be bliss.