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Sixth

I'll bomb down on 'em, I'm comin' through
Do they know I was grown with you?
If they're here to smoke, know I'll go with you
Just keep it outside, keep it outside, yeah

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Min Yoongi had grown since the last time Jungkook saw him. His voice was the same deep tenor, but his face had matured and had less of the cute round fat on his cheeks, although the high cheek bones and fluttering lashes remained, and his body was almost less lanky and more- exhausted. Clearly worn from the life of someone just out of college, grown up.

But at the same time, Min Yoongi hadn't grown at all. That was to say, he hadn't grown in height at all.

Jungkook remembered how he said goodbye to Yoongi, before the eldest packed off to college. It was the night before he'd be leaving, neighbors and guests milling around everywhere.

In the humidity of the dark, late-summer night, under blues and yellows as their only source of illumination, Jungkook almost had what could be called a crush on the older boy.

No, scratch that. He had a crush.

But as an awkward freshman only firstly defining his sexuality then, he refused to believe it. Sure, Yoongi was beautiful, but he was so much older than Jungkook. Over four years. And, he was only feeling attached because Yoongi was his only friend, and he had only just labelled himself as gay.

Sometimes, he thought about Yoongi's sexuality. Was he gay?

The scariest part was that Jungkook wouldn't even be surprised.

But anyways, Yoongi had always been short. But tall to Jungkook because of the age gap and when you're short short is tall and tall is tall and Yoongi was short which was tall but short and tall and not tall but tall and not short and-

Jungkook was trying to guess the man's height now. 5'6"? At the tallest? Nearly an entire half-foot below Jungkook?

He couldn't even explain what that did to his heart. Was he finding the depressing height of Min Yoongi...cute?

Then Jungkook was shaking his head, frantically so. Because he hadn't quite processed where he was or what was happening and all the shock had sent him into a sprial of nostalgic memories.

Yoongi was less than twenty meters away from him.

Why wasn't he screaming?

He hadn't even processed it yet. What the fuck was going on. The older man was there, in the same room as him, and yet he wasn't. Yoongi was four years away in the past, in a dusty house and a small town where brothers were orphans and best friends were trouble makers and the only allies you ever had were much, much older than you-

All of the sudden, it hit him like a truck.

Min Yoongi was his TA.

For Music Composition, of course.

Jungkook let it sink in. His heart wasn't pounding. It was dead in his chest, stopped entirely and petrified with hot fear. He couldn't hear what Yoongi was even saying, far too lost.

Finally, he grasped the concept. Min Yoongi, a man he hadn't seen for four years, was now teaching a class. Min Yoongi, a man he hadn't seen for four years, was now teaching a class. Min Yoongi, a man he hadn't seen for four years, was now teaching a class. Min Yoongi, a man he hadn't seen for four years, was now teaching a class. Min Yoongi, a man he hadn't seen for four years, was now teaching a class. Min Yoongi, a man he hadn't seen for four years, was now teaching a class. Min Yoongi, a man he hadn't seen for four years, was now teaching a class. Min Yoongi, a man he hadn't seen for four years, was now teaching a class. Min Yoongi, a man he hadn't seen for four years, was now teaching a class. Min Yoongi, a man he hadn't seen for four years, was now teaching a class.