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JUNGKOOK POV

he laid back on the sofa, humming absentmindedly as he scrolled through the comments on his latest instagram. the comments, as he suspected, were definitely varied.
most of them said the same thing, more or less along the same lines of oMg i sHiP!1!1
he tilted his head to the side, studying taehyungs face. he was wearing a khaki coat with cute faux fur around the hood that clustered around his neck. it was cute.
he wondered what taehyung thought about the post. the two didnt really speak after the taxi came, with jungkook resting his head on taehyungs, their hands locked in the youngers lap sitting in comfortable silence.
the only time they spoke was when taehyung nudged him to take a photo of the two.

when the taxi arrived at taehyungs apartment block he had told jungkook to call him the next day 'or something like that.' he then waved frantically as the car drove away, jungkook smiling stupidly as he watched taehyung run into the foyer to shelter himself from the rain.

jungkook sat up, scratching his head.
it was-
2pm.
taehyung said to call him.
was now too early?
taehyung would think he was desperate.
and he's definitely not desperate.
he definitely didnt miss the others cute laugh and perfect smile, no.
it was bad enough he even remembered the other- up until now he had refrained from engaging with many others, what made him any different?

he looked across at yoongi who was splayed out on an armchair to the side of him, holding his phone above his head as he looked through his twitter feed. his head was rested comfortably atop a pillow, blonde curls shrouding his head like a golden halo.

"hey, yoongs."
yoongi tilted his head towards him.
"yep?"
"should i call taehyung?"
"i don't know, should you?"
"i don't know."
"well then."
"yeah, but, yoongiiii." he whined, sitting up and crossing his legs.
"he told me to call him yesterday after we dropped him back but i don't know if now is too late, like, what if he hates me because i didn't call him earlier or what if he hasn't even thought about me since yesterday and i'm just being a desperate little bitch who gets attached after like, the first official date and-"

"whoa, whoa, slow down wait- official date? i thought that was the first time you guys did something like that? why do you say it like something happened before?" yoongi queried, switching his phone off and throwing it next to him.
"i mean, uh, yeah no it didn't." he quipped, shifting guiltily in his seat.
"no, i know that look jeon jeongguk and thats a guilty look. spill."
"i mean this one time i accidentally on purpose went to this cafe i knew he'd be at at a specific time so that he might be there so that we might talk? fuck, yoongs, i don't know. this isnt like me. i don't do that lovey dovey shit i sit at home, alone, in the dark and drink a shit ton of coffee to account for the sleep i don't get."
yoongi chuckled. "yeah that sounds about right. but kook, this isnt a bad thing. i think whatever happens, whether something happens or nothing happens, its good to take risks and you'll know if its meant to be, okay? now call him, please. i can't stand to hear you whine any longer."
jungkook hesitated before nodding slowly.
"okay."
"okay! go get him!"
jungkook laughed, scrolling through his phone and finding taehyungs contact that the other had put in the night prior, saving himself as 'taehyungieeee <3'
he pressed call, and stepped out into the hall, closing the door behind him.
jungkook leaned against the doorframe, biting his lip anxiously as the phone rang and rang.
when he receiver picked up his eyes widened in surprise as he heard taehyungs voice over the line.
"jungkook! i didn't expect to hear from you this soon."
jungkook cursed inwardly.
fuck. fuck yoongi for making me call him.
"i, uh, yeah. i... i just wanted to speak to you?"
wait, shit, why did he say that? now he thinks im even more desperate.
"i wanted to speak to you too." the other replied.
jungkook gasped quietly.
okay. maybe this quite so bad...
"do you want to do something? today? with me?" taehyung asked, the bad reception breaking his voice up at the end.
"yeah, sure. of course. i mean, you can come here if you want. we could just, hang out? only if you want to though."
"yeah i'd love to!"
'love to.'
jungkook smiled. "okay... im free now if you want to head over."
"okay great! text me your address?"
"yeah."
"okay! bye, kookie!" taehyung said, hanging up.
jungkook fell against the wall, his cheeks a dark crimson as warmth spread through him. there it was again.
that pet name.
he sighed, pushing his apartment door open again, yelping in surprise as yoongi, who had appeared to be leaning against the door, fell backwards.
"hey! where you listening?"
yoongi smirked sheepishly. "well how else was i supposed to hear? i probably could have guessed seeing as you look like a tomato though, so."
jungkook rolled his eyes. "i hate you." he said,
instinctively covering his cheeks with his hands.
"no you dont. you love meeeee." yoongi replied tapping his nose lightly.
"okay. when is he coming over."
"well, he lives about 10 minutes away, so, 10 minutes." he replied.
"10 minutes?? okay wow you work you must be pretty whipped, huh."
"no! no. im not- shut up. you better be gone by the time he gets here."
yoongi scowled. "hey, im good with people.
specifically gays. we all speak the same language."
"right...anyway i look a mess. i havent even brushed my hair."
"kook, you're fine. just breathe."
the doorbell sounded suddenly, cutting through the silence.
"shit! yoongi, he's here!" jungkook cried, frantically running his hands through his hair.
"just calm down. and open the door."
"right, right."

jungkook walked over to the door, stopping just before to compose himself, before pulling the door open.


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a/n : im very sorry this is very shitty but i hope you guys enjoyedddd~

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