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forty-nine

Jungkook skips out of the bathroom and onto the bed, next to Seokjin, who's looking at something on his phone. "What are you doing?" he asks, resting his chin on the elder's shoulder.

"Ordering these awesome shoes," Seokjin replies enthusiastically, throwing a glance at Jungkook. "There are little Marios all over it! How cute is that?"

The teenager snorts. "You like Mario too much."

"One can never love Mario too much," retorts Seokjin as he rolls his eyes. "You're just a hater."

"Pfft." He rakes his fingers through his damp locks, pushing them out of his eyes. "Hyung, you still need to take a shower," he reminds, incessantly poking the elder's arm. "Hyung. Hyung. Hyunnngg—"

"Okay, okay, give me a minute," Seokjin groans and swats the teenager's fingers away.

As Jungkook sits there, watching Seokjin browse through other Mario related merchandise, his gaze drifts from the glowing screen of the cell phone, which is appropriately adorned with a Mario and Luigi cell phone case, to the owner of said cell phone, and the boy can't help but notice how pretty his hyung's eyelashes are.

And as he rests on the soft bed, face almost nestled in Seokjin's neck, a question pops into his head. But rather than directly asking said question, a different one bursts from his lips: "Can I ask you a question?"

Seokjin's pink lips curl up into a faint smile, his eyes still fixated on the fluorescent screen. "Didn't you just ask me one?"

"No, no," Jungkook tries to backpedal, shaking his head and giggling awkwardly, "I meant— Um—"

"I'm waiting." Those two words carry a playful, teasing lilt to them that for some reason make Jungkook flush a light pink. Swallowing thickly, he opens his mouth, but his words seem to settle heavily on his tongue, stuck there and refusing to pass through his lips. Seokjin peers at him out of the corner of his eye and raises an eyebrow. "What's your question?"

Jungkook pulls away, wetting his lips as Seokjin's mouth opens again. But before the elder can utter a single word, the question bursts forth his lips.

"What would you do if I kissed you?"

Seokjin blinks slowly, a hesitant grin creeping across his plump lips. "Well," he begins tentatively, his smile now stretching from ear to ear, "I'd probably kiss you back."

"Oh."

"Why'd you ask me that?" Seokjin queries, placing his phone on the bedside table and turning his body to properly face Jungkook. He pokes the teenager's chest. "Hmm?"

Jungkook is almost certain Seokjin can hear his heart pounding.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Sure." Seokjin's response is spoken in a low tone, and Jungkook is suddenly struck with the realization that this kiss might end up being a little longer than he'd originally planned.

So Jungkook leans in, tucking a lock of hair behind his ear, eyes darting all over Seokjin's face, and he swears he falls in love all over again because Seokjin is the most beautiful person he's ever seen, with his fine lashes and his straight nose and his full lips, oh god, his lips, Jungkook could go on for hours about how gorgeous they are—

His eyes are screwing shut as Seokjin's face draws nearer, and he hastily presses his lips against the elder's plumper ones; strangely enough, Jungkook's heart isn't racing anymore, but rather he feels as though a hand is slowly squeezing his heart and his insides are twisting up.

But just before Seokjin starts moving his lips, Jungkook pulls away, a nervous energy pumping through his veins. However, he barely has time to breathe before Seokjin places a hand on his waist and brings their lips together again, murmuring, "That was hardly a kiss, Jungkookie."