Unknown Heroes ◆ JeonJungkook✔

Six: The Fruit Loop Nightmare

"You know how fucking weird and surreal it is to have a guy muttering commentary about your dick when he's supposed to be going down on you? S'like getting blown by a damn ESPN commentator." Hoseok blabbed on while intensely staring at the Mario Kart game going on in front of him, Taehyung and San fighting to the death.

"I don't know man," Taehyung thought out loud while frowning against the TV screen concentratedly, "If he can still talk while sucking your dick you're clearly doing something wrong."

Normally, Jungkook would've zoomed out long ago, but he kept thinking of some unpleasant stuff and needed something to distract him - if that meant listening about their endless philosophizing about blowjobs, so be it.

He was lazing a bit further away in Mark's worn out armchair, hair covering most parts of his face while he eyed San opening his third beer that evening. That dude had some unresolved issues as well, Jungkook thought.

Talking about issues, there was something that genuinely irritated him, despite himself.

"Uhm, Hobi?"

Hoseok tore his eyes off the oh so fascinating Mario Kart game, cocking his head, "What?"

"Can I ask you something?"

Hoseok was clearly puzzled by Jungkook's unusual not-sarcastic tone of voice, latter not really known to be the I-regularly-talk-about-private-issues-with-my-friends kinda guy.

"What is it, Kook?"

Jungkook stretched his limbs, throwing his legs over one armrest before speaking, "I was just- uh. Sorry, dude, that's gonna sound weird, but why do you let any of these brick-brains near Y/N?"

Hose blinked, friendly smile turning irritated, "Pardon?"

"Like- I don't know," He grumbled, knowing that it technically wasn't any of his business, "Shouldn't you avoid her meeting guys that could, like, trigger memories at any cost?"

Hoseok's eyes filled with realization and he sat down on the arm rest next to Jungkook's feet, "Ohh, so she told you? That's- that's surprising. I mean. That's pretty personal. Didn't think she'd share it with you."

That was fair.

"But well, Jungkook, I can't believe you think so low of your own friends." Hoseok looked down at him accusingly.

"...No! That's not what I meant."Jungkook kicked him with his shin, "You heard me. I'm just sayin' she must've felt uncomfortable when you introduced us."

Hose shrugged, "Yes, she did. But I know her well enough, she'll survive it. There'll always be people like that around, she has to get used to it."

"That's a little harsh." He puffed out, leaning his head back against the soft cushion. Why was there cheese stuck at Mark's ceiling?

"Why? You worried about her?" Hoseok grinned down at him, earning another kick against his back.

"Dude, I'm being serious."

"Sure, sure..." Another kick, "Jeez- calm down. I know what I'm doing Kook, I'm not putting her in any danger, not with these idiots." He made a vague gesture towards San and Taehyung who were trying to balance a half empty bottle between their pressed-together faces, "She tends to just hide away and bury her problems, but some issues can just be solved when you face them directly."

The bottle fell down. Mark's problem to clean up now.

Jungkook nodded thoughtfully, "Maybe. But..."

"-but you'd like to keep your little princess safe inside your home," Hoseok cut him off, crooked grin on his face, "Is that it?"

Jungkook was starting to feel genuinely irritated at Hoseok suddenly trying to insinuate that there as something going on with them. Only two days ago he'd been calling Y/N to check wether Jungkook had murdered her yet.

"The fuck? I'm sorry for giving a shit about a victim of sexual assault, I still think she's a fucking rat though."

Hoseok threw his hands up in surrender, "Woah there, sorry. Seems like I hit a nerve Mr. I-Worry-About-The-People-I-Hate."

"Don't go around making dumb assumptions, you obnoxious fuck!" Wow now he really sounded like a hypocrite.

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The world was turned upside down.

No, literally.

I was hanging off the edge of the sofa with my legs propped up, head dangling over the floor upside down.

Hoseok had invited me again today, something about playing Mario Kart or whatever, and I of course had declined. Just why was this fucker always trying to include me in his stupid little circle? Didn't he have enough friends already? Jeez.

Idiot, you love him.

I closed my eyes, trying to shush my inner traitor. But yeah, she was basically right. Hoseok was the person dearest to me.

I mean, he knows everything. My unconventional side job (I'd like to point out that he's gay and it was really awkward when he found out), what happened back then in High School and how I used to be before all of the crap.

He was there for me when I chose not to file charges, because I felt disgusted of myself, when I had problems looking anyone in the eyes or when I ran into the wrong bathroom during math class to puke my fucking soul out.

He was there for me when I distanced myself from everyone, when I started becoming this unsociable, anxious gremlin I was today. He tried to scoop me up, somehow take care of me and keep me in a decent mood.

Sometimes, I felt like I was just a little too much for him. Especially in moments like these, when he asked me to join his group and I didn't want to annoy him with my presence. He should have fun.

I fell down the sofa startled when I heard keys rattling and Jungkook entered the apartment, looking at me slightly weirded-out, as I was laying on the ground in an overly awkward position.

"Uhm."

"God, you fucking weirdo. Scared me." He quickly moved on from his confusion though, rummaging through the cupboards to make himself some good old midnight-cereal.

In utter horror I watched this grown up man poor the milk first and then the fucking fruit loops, like some fucking retard.

"Me? I'm the weirdo?" I stared at the Shrek themed bowl Hobi had gotten me genuinely un-ironically when I moved in here.

He looked up at me through slightly sleepy eyes, obviously not seeing anything wrong in his actions, "Yeah?"

I didn't have the strength to start a fight tonight.

Jungkook seemed to sense my worn-outness (if thats a word) because he shuffled over to me with his godless fruit loops, slumping down on the spot next to me, "Time out?" He muttered between two spoons full.

I nodded, staring against the naked wall silently. Maybe I should put a poster up there.

It was strange to sit next to Jungkook without arguing. Under mild shock I realized that I never just sat next to him, without arguing.

I side-eyed him, watching him down his cereals like a starving pig, messy locks looking fluffy in the evening.

Reluctantly, I imprinted the image of sleepy, tipsy, absolutely-soft-lookingJungkook, with a bowl of fruit loops in his lap, in my mind. Knowing that, above all this mess I came to recently, I was still a yaoi writer having found her muse in her roommate.

"What'cha staring at?" He grinned teasingly.

"You're drooling milk."

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