I really like wanted to make this from the very starting but ig I didn't just find the motivation and the inspiration to do it but now I'm just flowing with different ideas in my head and I just wanna use it wisely
So please do read it, It will main...
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NOTE: I'm sorry for all those who requested a certain plot line that had to be written by me, but I've decided not to complete those stories, I'm sorry for disappointing everyone who expected the requests they appealed from me, but I can't- my mind is blank and I took break so that I could find some inspiration but I didn't. Y'all can fill negative comments here and there but I just can't complete the requests anymore. I'm sorry.
This is something I've wrote like at 3am, because well I couldn't sleep so I hope y'all enjoy reading it💗 -----------------------------------------------------------------
Jungkook didn't know what to do.
At least half an hour had passed since he woke up and he didn't think there was anything amiss at first - Jin's sleeping figure on his bed was a fairly common occurrence as he used to spend the night at Jungkook's during the weekend. It took him a full minute to remember what happened the night before.
The laughter; the lingering touches; the gazes that took longer than usual to avert; the kisses.
The kisses .
Ah God, there were kisses. Between him and Jin. And he couldn't even blame it on inebriation because he had been as sober as one can be.
Jungkook kissed Seokjin. Or Seokjin kissed him. Probably the former.
Jungkook might not remember exactly who started it but he was pretty sure he was the one to blame. After all, he had wanted to kiss Seokjin for months now, maybe even over a year.
Seokjin was his best friend, yes, but he was also the most amazing person Jungkook had ever met.
He was attentive and affectionate, with a personality that perfectly matched Jungkook's. He fit into Jungkook's life like he was the half that had been missing from a whole, and it was a wonder Jungkook had taken as long as he had - actual years of what he thought had been completely platonic friendship - to realise his feelings were leaning a bit to the romantic side, and that he would very much like to kiss Jimin.
So the possibility that a tired and sleep deprived Jungkook had acted on his feelings and kissed Seokjin? It wasn't that foreign of an idea. It would've still been enough to make him feel guilty if it weren't for a detail that Jungkook's memory didn't skip:
Seokjin had kissed him back.
Jungkook looked at the asleep form of his best friend next to him. Jin had an arm thrown around Jungkook's hips - it had been across his chest when he woke up but it slid down after he sat up - and was still completely dead to the world.
If Jungkook focused hard enough, he would even be able to see a wet spot on the pillow under Seokjin's head, where he had drooled.
Seokjin looked like a mess with his hair completely disheveled and pillow marks on his face.
He was still wearing the same button down shirt he wore to go out with Jungkook the previous night - which couldn't be comfortable - and had only pulled out his jeans before falling onto Jungkook's bed.
