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FIVE
Seokjin's heart skips a beat when Mr.Jeon greets him at the door with a mop of disheveled hair and a confused look on his sleepy face. The teenager is overwhelmed by a sudden urge to run his finger along the sleep indents on Jeongguk's cheek and tug him out of his loose tank top that did nothing to hide the heavily inked biceps.
"Seokjin?" He scrunches his brows, tilting his head to the side. "What are you doing here?"
A sheepish smile spreads across Seokjin's face as he explains to the man that he'd mistakenly left his textbook in Taehyung's bag and had come to retrieve it. Jeongguk gives him an apologetic look as he opens up the door further.
"Taehyung goes for tennis classes on Sundays with his mother. He'll probably be back in half an hour or so. Do you wanna go get it from his room or wait for him?"
The younger feels his stomach flip in excitement at the prospect of being with the elder - alone.
He schools a conflicted look and bites his lip, pondering upon the thought. "Uh, I also have to talk to him about something so maybe I'll just stay?"
Jeongguk is quick to invite him inside and click the door shut behind them. The hair on the back of Seokjin's neck rises in surprise as the elder skims past him, letting out a yawn while stretching his arms. Seokjin almost salivates at the ripples of muscle that bulge on his tattooed shoulder. He's so close, the younger could reach out his fingers and let it fleet along his back.
So, so close. Just a few inches and-
"Did you have breakfast?" He asks, turning around to face the boy. Seokjin shakes his head - he did not infact have anything this morning. He was quick on his heels to storm out of his house earlier so his stomach was pathetically empty.
Jeongguk is kind enough to offer him something to eat as he makes his way towards the kitchen. Seokjin follows behind him on instinct and patters into the pristine kitchen, deciding to stand by the counter as the elder fished out a box of cereal from the cabinet and a carton of chilled milk from the refrigerator. "Will cereal do?" Jeongguk cocks a brow at Seokjin who eagerly nods his head in reply.
"I love cereals!"
After fixing two bowls of the sugary meal, Jeongguk motions for the other to join him on the table and Seokjin complies shyly. He feels a rush of emotions as he pulls himself a chair beside the elder and almost collapses on it, their proximity being too near and the situation bring too domestic.
Seokjin doesn't know if this is the best or the worst day of his life.
The first few minutes pass by relatively slow and quiet, Seokjin's eyes digging into the ceramic bowl as he slowly tried to process everything. "Seokjin," Jeongguk calls for him all of a sudden, startling the teenager.
