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“i’m thirty-six percent sure yoongi-sunbae hates me.”
“oh my god, it’s not even seven in the morning, don’t start with this bullshit again.”
jimin is especially harsh when they run their route in the mornings because 1) he’s not a morning person and 2) he doesn’t like the bugs that bite his so-called enticing ankles. that doesn’t deter jungkook from whining pitifully in his ear. “but hyuuuuung, i think he hates me. you know he’s the t.a. for my vocal performance class, and after i sang my solo piece, he sighed. heavily! a heavy sigh! i think he hates me.”
jimin huffs as they round the corner at the convenience store. “damn, why are you so eloquent at crack of ass dawn o’clock? and he doesn’t hate you. min yoongi doesn’t have the ability to hate. he’s like... a pushover.”
“a pushover? yoongi-sunbae? impossible,” jungkook scoffs, an action so dramatic that his black beanie shakes a little on his head. “he’s so critical with his critique. which... is the point, yeah, but like, for the kid before me, he gave him no less than three full minutes of commentary on his pitch and... well, he was off on a few notes, especially the higher octave ones, and when he redid that bit with sunbae’s advice, it did sound better, but like—”
“jungkook. rambling. yoongi-hyung did his job, his student did better, we move on. also, you’re leaving shit out.” they come to a stop at the junction of a four-way street, jimin’s hands on his knees and jungkook looking absolutely unbothered. “what did yoongi-hyung say after he did his heavy sigh for you?”
jungkook resolutely doesn’t meet his eyes. “he said i did great, and that he had no critique for me. but! but you see!” he starts getting more vehement, eyes wide and brows furrowed (cutely). “if he liked me, and he wanted me to succeed, he would give me some sort commentary so i could improve for next class! but without his genius remarks, i have nothing! i don’t even know what was so great about my performance! it’s a crisis!”
jimin has finally stood up straight, only to hang his head backward in anguish. “save me, these gay boys are killing me here. jungkook, listen to jimin-hyung, your busan bestie.” he places both hands on jungkook’s shoulders and leans in close to jungkook, nose almost touching nose. “i’m sixty-three percent sure min yoongi has a crush on you.”
jungkook blinks, and stares.
jimin does not blink, and stares back.
“jimin-ssi, you have some wild ideas. like, crazy.”
“oh my god, i will end you. carry me while you run back to our dorm room.”
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yoongi-sunbae (<3?)
great. i’ll see you in a bit, jungkook-ah
jungkook
see you soon, sunbae!! :>
“jimin-ssi!!” jungkook bellows from their shared bathroom. “i’m meeting yoongi-sunbae at the coffee shop near the arts building. i need an outfit.”
jimin peeks his head in, sees jungkook fully dressed with his cologne in hand already. “jungkook, you’re already wearing clothes. also, is are those your date-jeans? the ones that make your ass look tight?”
jungkook almost shatters the glass bottle in his hurry to grab his own ass, as if to shield it from jimin’s eyes. “no! i don’t have date-jeans, shut up! and yeah, i’m wearing clothes, but i wanted your opinion on if i should change or not. like... do i look okay? is it too much? is it coffee shop okay?”
jimin gives him a deadpan look that doesn’t do anything to calm jungkook’s nerves. which... good, jimin thinks, he deserves to worry for bothering his best hyung with such nonsense. but speaking of his ‘yoongi-sunbae’...
“why are you meeting him anyway? you’re not in his class anym—oh my god, you’re not in his class anymore.” jimin’s eyes go wide. “you’re making a move! he’s making a move! you’re—!”
“shhh! what, do you want to tell the whole dorm?!”
“it’s only us living in this unit, the hell you talking about?”
“ahh, jimin-ssi, you’re not helping.” jungkook crouches down, almost curls into a ball if it weren’t for the bulky material of his jacket preventing him from doing so. “i’m not making a move, i don’t know what i’m doing! i just... i’m fifty-four percent sure yoongi-sunbae might like me, but he hasn’t really said anything outside of hanging out together a lot. he buys my food for me and never lets me pay for him, and he recommends really great songs that he thinks would be better if i covered them, and he lets me into his studio sometimes to show me what he’s currently working on, and he’s really nice and has pretty hands with veins that i sometimes—”
“this is a pg-13 rated work, jungkook.”
“—want to trace with my fingers? what are you talking about?”
jimin clears his throat. “okay, so we’ve established you like yoongi-hyung, and that hyung is head over heels for you, so what’s the problem? do i need to force you two into a closet and set a timer for seven minutes or something? should i politely inform you to kiss each other or die trying?”
jungkook screeches. “no! he’s can’t, you can’t, no, no! he’s not head over heels! what part of what i said made you think that?”
“oh my god, you’re my baby, but you’re so dumb. love you though.”
“ouch? i think? ugh, you’re no help...” he mutters the last part, but it’s loud enough for jimin to hear.
jimin decides to crouch down next to his baby, because looking down at a weepy jungkook wasn’t as fun as one would think. jungkook shouldn’t cry over a mid man. (min yoongi is not mid, jimin is just petty because they’re frenemies. yoongi shouldn't have teased him for his crush on his dance-class sunbae) jungkook should only cry when jimin is beating his ass at super mario.
“...if you want my help, i say lose the jacket. let your arms breathe.”
“huh?”
jimin whispers in jungkook’s ear conspiratorily, despite the lack of other humans around them.
“a little birdie named hobi-hyung told me yoongi is a biceps man.”
five minutes later, jimin is wearing jungkook’s discarded, cologne-drenched jacket and twirling his hair (cutely) as he facetimes hoseok.
“how disastrous was it?”
hobi crows. “yoongi-hyung was a mess! he couldn’t find his phone and keys, he spent like five years searching for them. they were in his hands the whole time, hahahahahaaa!”
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“jiminie-hyuuuuuuung!!”
it’s the first thing jimin hears when the call connects. as it is, he’s safely snuggled in hobi’s arms after a night of fun times, so he doesn’t really want to think about jungkook right now.
“what?”
if jimin sounds disgruntled, jungkook doesn’t pick up on it. nope, not at all. because—
“hyung! yoongi-sunbae asked me to be his boyfriend!”
jimin blinks once and then promptly hangs up.
“i’m tired of yoonkook.”
hobi chuckles against the nape of his neck. “you’re telling me.”
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((
“sunbae... i know it’s just our one year anniversary, and maybe this is too soon, but i bought these for us.”
“oh. jungkook-ah... they’re lovely.”
“can i put it on you? i know you usually wear other rings, but—”
“hush. these are a matching pair. i’m matching with you. i don’t need any other ring.”
“there’s... an inscription.”
“haha, are you blushing? yah, don’t hide your pretty face from me. yeah, there’s those gorgeous eyes. holding all the stars in the galaxy just for me.”
“yoongi-sunbae!!”
“okay, okay. let’s see here—”
“sunbae? sunbae, you’re quiet? is it not okay?”
“...it’s not.”
“wha—”
“it’s not because you haven’t said it out loud. out loud for me, bunny, please?”
“...”
“...”
“...i’m one hundred percent in love with you.”
“ahh, god, i love you so much, jungkook.”
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