Skype | Jinkook

three

This time, it's only 2 am.

It's 2 am when Seokjin and Jungkook are left by themselves.

Seokjin lets out a loud yawn and stretches, and Jungkook's eyes automatically gravitate towards the sliver of skin exposed as the hem of the elder's shirt rises. Inwardly laughing at himself, he adjusts the collar of his own shirt and uncaps his water bottle.

Water is midway down his throat when Seokjin says, "You know, Jungkook— Sorry if this sounds a bit creepy, but I'm just being honest— You're really attractive."

Water and saliva spew from the younger's lips, covering the laptop screen. Cringing, he grabs a paper towel and wipes the laptop screen clean as his ears burn in embarrassment.

Seokjin is guffawing, hand lifted to cover his mouth as his body shakes with laughter. "Did I— Did I startle you that much?" he manages to choke out. When Jungkook looks away, cheeks flaming, Seokjin awwws, much like a grandmother doting over her grandchild. "You're so cute, what the hell. Oh!" Jungkook looks back at the screen, puzzled by the sudden intake of breath, to see Seokjin covering his mouth with his hand. "Excuse my profanity."

Jungkook cracks a smile. "You call that profanity? You'd probably have a heart attack if you heard the stuff we used to talk about in high school."

"I try to set a good example," Seokjin argues. "I'm not some old lady who's always appalled at 'this gosh darn generation.'"

Jungkook raises an eyebrow, chuckling. "Gosh darn?"

"My grandmother's words, not mine."

"Ah."

Jungkook finally has to log out at 5:30 am, because his words are beginning to slur ever so slightly, and he literally is unable to keep his eyes open. Seokjin says a chirpy "bye!" to him as Jungkook ends the call, visibly happy about his victory.

Jungkook falls asleep thinking about Seokjin's pink phone case.

。。。

Jungkook doesn't even log into Skype the next day; he goes to bed at 8:30 to catch up on his lost sleep. When he wakes up the next morning, he sees he's gotten some texts from Taehyung.

Some is an understatement.

He's gotten 73 fucking text messages from Kim Taehyung.

Groaning, he scrolls through all the messages.

Taehyung: bOI WYD

Taehyung: where daFUQ u at

Taehyung: YO

Taehyung: jeOn jungCOCK

Taehyung: U CANT BE SLEEPING U LIL BITCH ITS STILL THE AFTERNOON

Taehyung: ITS ONLY 8:07

Taehyung: fUCK

The texts continue on like that, until:

Taehyung: fml good night, kookie, my smol beb ❤️💗💖💕💘💞💘💞💖💕❤️💗❤️❤️💓💓💘💞💖💕

Taehyung: i love youuuu

Shaking his head, Jungkook types back a reply.

Jungkook: I love you, too!

Jungkook: Actually, not really.

Taehyung: aww, bby, whyyy??????