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Jungkook was beginning to think that agreeing to late-night livestreams after practice had been a mistake.
Normally, he liked them.
They were easy. Comfortable. Someone usually ordered food, someone else inevitably complained about being tired, and eventually Namjoon started trying to end the stream while at least three people ignored him entirely. It was familiar in the way only years together could make something familiar.
Lately, though, every livestream had somehow become a dedicated opportunity for the people around Jungkook to embarrass him specifically.
Tonight was shaping up to be no different.
“You’ve stolen my drink four times already.”
Across from him, Jimin blinked innocently over the rim of Jungkook’s iced americano. “That’s actually not true.”
Jungkook narrowed his eyes. “Jimin, you’re literally holding it.”
Jimin looked down at the cup in his hand as though truly surprised to find it there. “Oh.” He took another slow sip. “You’re right.”
The livestream comments moved too fast across the phone screen for Jungkook to properly read, but he caught enough fragments to know that everyone watching was enjoying this far more than they had any right to.
boyfriend behavior
they’re flirting again
Jungkook looks so offended
just kiss already
Beside him, Taehyung snorted loudly while scrolling through the feed. “They’re persistent tonight.”
“They’re always persistent,” Jungkook muttered.
He reached for his drink.
Jimin pulled it smoothly out of reach with a grin.
“Nope.”
“Hyung.”
“You hurt my feelings.”
“How?”
“You accused me of stealing.”
Jungkook stared at him flatly. “You are stealing.”
“We’re sharing.”
Quiet laughter rippled through the room while Jungkook looked directly at the camera with the face of a man asking strangers on the internet for patience.
They appeared to be firmly on Jimin’s side.
Namjoon glanced up briefly from his laptop. “You know,” he said, already sounding tired, “normal people solve this by buying their own drinks.”
Jimin gasped gently. “Whose side are you on?”
“You make the same amount of money as Jungkook,” Namjoon replied, which wasn’t really an answer.
“I do,” Jimin agreed pleasantly. “And yet his always tastes better.”
Across the room, Yoongi didn’t even look up from his phone. “That’s because theft makes everything more enjoyable.”
Jimin pointed immediately. “See? Yoongi gets it.”
Hoseok burst out laughing somewhere behind the camera while Jungkook finally managed to reclaim his drink. He looked into the nearly empty cup, then turned toward Jimin in genuine disbelief.
“You drank almost all of it.” He pouted.
Jimin pressed his hand dramatically to his chest. “You wound me with your accusation.”
“I bought this ten minutes ago!”
“And look how much happiness it’s brought everyone.”
Taehyung nearly folded over at that, and despite himself, Jungkook felt a smile threatening at the corner of his mouth.
Jimin noticed at once.
He always noticed immediately.
Lately, that had started to feel like a problem.
Not a serious issue. Jungkook refused to call it serious.
But there was something deeply unfair about the way Jimin smiled at him sometimes, especially when he looked pleased with himself for making Jungkook laugh, like that alone counted as a personal victory.
The traitor.
Jimin leaned toward the livestream phone suddenly, squinting at the comments before letting out a quiet snort.
Jungkook became suspicious instantly. “What?”
“Nothing.”
“That’s never true when you say it like that.”
Jimin’s smile widened slowly. “Just the comments.”
“What are they saying?”
Jimin finally looked up. “Kiss.”
The practice room exploded.
Hoseok let out a scream loud enough that Jungkook physically flinched while Taehyung collapsed sideways laughing. Across the room, Jin finally looked up from the ramen he’d apparently been eating this entire time.
“Kiss?” Jin said. “You two?”
“It comes up every livestream,” Namjoon sighed.
“Can you blame them?” Taehyung wheezed.
“Yes,” Jungkook said immediately.
“No,” Jimin said at the same time.
Jungkook turned toward him in disbelief.
Jimin only looked amused.
The comments accelerated.
kiss kiss kiss
Jikook nation rise
LET HIM KISS YOU
Jungkook is blushing already
“I’m not blushing,” Jungkook muttered at the screen.
Taehyung gasped. “You definitely are.”
“I’m not!”
“Then why is your face so red?”
Jungkook opened his mouth, then closed it.
Beside him, Jimin’s shoulders shook with quiet laughter.
“They’re passionate tonight,” he said.
“Please don’t encourage them,” Namjoon groaned.
Jimin pressed his lips together like he was physically restraining himself. “You think I’d do that?”
“Yes,” six voices answered simultaneously.
Jimin looked actually offended.
Meanwhile, Jungkook was becoming increasingly uneasy for reasons he couldn’t quite name.
There was a look on Jimin’s face now. A specific one. The same look he always got right before he caused problems on purpose.
“Hyung,” Jungkook said carefully.
Jimin turned. “Hm?”
“Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“You know what.”
“I really don’t.”
“You do.”
“I don’t.”
Taehyung leaned dramatically toward Hoseok. “He’s already flustered.”
“I’m not flustered.”
“You don’t even know what we’re talking about.”
“Yes, I do.”
“No, you don’t.”
Jungkook glared at him, which only made Taehyung laugh harder.
Beside him, Jimin was still watching him with that quiet amusement that made Jungkook feel strangely restless, like he was waiting for something he hadn’t agreed to yet.
Then Jimin looked back at the camera.
“Should I?” he said, casually, like he wasn’t about to ruin Jungkook’s entire evening.
The comments went utterly unreadable.
Namjoon sat up right away. “Jimin.”
Hoseok started choking on air.
Yoongi finally put his phone down.
And Taehyung, as unhelpful as ever, began chanting, “Do it, do it, do it,” while Jin joined in with full enthusiasm despite clearly having no idea what was happening beyond the fact that chaos was unfolding.
“You all suck,” Jungkook informed them.
Jimin turned back toward him.
He raised one finger. Made a face at the camera.
The comments lost their minds entirely.
“No,” Jungkook said.
Jimin’s expression didn’t shift.
“Absolutely not.”
He smiled.
Then, before Jungkook could do anything useful with the warning his brain was frantically sending, Jimin reached over, cupped his jaw gently, and kissed him.
Jungkook’s brain stopped.
Completely.
One second he was bracing himself against six grown men behaving like children, and the next, Jimin’s mouth was on his.
Warm.
Soft.
Real.
It wasn’t even long. Just a few seconds.
Still, it was enough for every coherent thought in Jungkook’s head to simply vanish. Enough for his heart to start beating hard enough that he could feel it everywhere. Enough that when Jimin finally pulled back, they were still close enough that Jungkook could feel his breath. He genuinely forgot there were cameras in the room.
The silence lasted less than a second.
Then Taehyung screamed.
Hoseok collapsed onto the floor while Jin shouted something loud enough that people outside their dorm probably heard it. The livestream comments became absolutely illegible.
And through all of it, Jimin only looked up at him, still holding his face lightly.
“Kook?”
Jungkook stared at him.
His entire body felt hot. Especially his face.
This was bad.
Very bad.
Because the problem wasn’t that Jimin had kissed him.
The trouble was that Jungkook had liked it enough that his brain still hadn’t restarted.
“Why would you do that in front of millions of people?” he blurted.
Silence.
Complete silence.
Yoongi slowly lowered his phone the rest of the way. Namjoon closed his eyes briefly like he was experiencing physical pain.
Beside Jungkook, Taehyung whispered with genuine reverence, “Oh, that’s the worst thing he could’ve said.”
Jungkook felt his soul leave his body.
Because no. That wasn’t what he meant.
“I mean, not, I didn’t mean it like...”
Jimin stared at him for one long second before bursting into laughter. Not polite laughter. Full body laughter that made him fold a little forward, one hand clutching Jungkook’s sleeve for support.
Around them, Hoseok wheezed on the floor while Taehyung nearly slid off the couch entirely.
Jungkook wanted to disappear into the floorboards.
Jin pointed at him dramatically. “You’re never beating the dating allegations now.”
“There shouldn’t be allegations!”
“You literally implied you’d be fine with it in private,” Yoongi said.
“I did not!”
“You absolutely did,” Namjoon sighed.
“I hate every single one of you.”
Jimin was still going hard enough that he kept leaning into Jungkook every few seconds like he physically couldn’t hold himself upright, which was somehow both the best and worst thing happening to Jungkook simultaneously.
“Jungkook,” Jimin managed eventually, “your face is so red.”
Jungkook covered his face with both hands.
“Please end the livestream,” he groaned into his palms.
“Oh.” Jin looked at the phone. “Right.”
The stream cut abruptly.
The room got even louder afterward. Taehyung was still yelling. Hoseok had actual tears on his face. Jimin kept cracking up every time he looked at Jungkook, which happened to be constant.
Meanwhile Jungkook sat frozen, face buried in his hands, his heart working twice as hard as it needed to.
This was a disaster. A genuine disaster.
And judging by the way Jimin was smiling quietly to himself beside him, like he knew something Jungkook didn’t, it was only going to get worse.
Namjoon’s phone rang.
The room went quiet.
Namjoon looked at the screen for one long second before exhaling the sigh of a man who had truly suffered enough for one lifetime.
“Management,” he said.
Jungkook dropped face-first into the couch cushion with a groan while beside him, Jimin started laughing all over again.