"/you're the friend that only calls on booze/"
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Yoongi: hobbbsii dun Go i LUV yOu
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jungkook didn't even know what he was thinking. or. in fact, maybe he wasn't thinking at all.
maybe the fact that someone he cared about had asked for help? someone that made him nervous and scared and...whatever the feeling that made his heart thump thump thump like an uncontrollable machine was.
for a man who claimed he loved to sleep, jungkook was surprisingly alert as he slipped out of his house, small hairs at the back of his neck strangely alert. it wasn't like he was doing anything dangerous, he reasoned with himself as he followed the map directions from his phone. the other man's name, nor age mattered, did it?
they were friends after all.
and plus, they had had a one night stand so technically it meant they weren't strangers right?
the small ember of relief coursed through him as he realised that his friend's (since he didn't know the other's name, he would have to stick with that title) house was relatively close. long strides became more frequent as his footsteps echoed in the slowly quietening city.
the apartment he arrived at didn't look so shabby. he frowned as he managed to yank open the front door so easily. already knowing the door number he strode up the steps and to the correct door. he knew immediately that he had arrived at the correct place.
"uhhh, hi?"
the other faced away from him yet jungkook could tell he was adorably small. he twisted around a sheepish look on his face, "you don't know how helpful you're bein-"
and both men froze.
jungkook didn't know what to say at the familiar face. he desperately tried to convince himself that this couldn't be yoongi. this was supposed to have been the twink from his last one night stand but jungkook knew his senses weren't lying to him. not when his old love was staring at him shocked, with only the street lamp light illuminating his face. yoongi was wearing glasses and he had definitely lost weight. his cheeks weren't as squishy but his hair was still unruly and he still wore his favourite navy blue hoodie that jungkook recognised from years ago. it used to be his anyways.
"you're..." his fingers -his whole body- shook with surprise and sadness and hurt. he lifted a shaky finger, eyes filling with tears and voice cracking with emotion;
"y-yoongi hyung?"
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the end.
this story actually deserved better but y'all should get better than my procrastinating ass. i'm sorry guys :(
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