dropinthe0cean
Jungkook is just really oblivious, in every sense of the word
---
the building is empty, jungkook is pretty sure. he's walked through dozens of hallways (thanks to the dumbass who put the dance studio in the far corner of the building) and seen nobody. plus it's late, even for college students, so when soft classical music begins to permeate through his sleep deprived brain, jungkook is curious.
he's made it into the main atrium before he sees light. it's stretching down the opposite hallway, and getting closer, the music gets louder. it's mozart - jungkook recognizes it. jimin played it during practice once. it'd become somewhat of a tradition to play classical after yoongi tried doing interpretive dance to flight of the bumblebee while drunk a few years back, which jungkook heard ended with a trip to the emergency room - yoongi has a small scar above his left eyebrow he won't tell jungkook the origins of, which he figures is from the incident.
there's a door open, some classroom, and jungkook can see a shadow moving along the floor, swaying back and forth, and against his better judgement, jungkook peeks in.
the shadow belongs to a guy with his back turned to jungkook, lazily mopping the floor. he moves in time with the beat, twisting the mop around him. jungkook feels like he's walking in on something very personal.
that's when the door decides to squeak. (right on cue, jungkook can't help but think)
the guy jumps, spinning around to come face to face with jungkook, whose eyes have blown up comically wide.
mop guy breathes. "jesus, thought i was gonna get murdered there for a sec."
"oh, um." jungkook pauses. mop guy is really fucking gorgeous, and his thoughts have all gone wonky. "sorry, i was just passing by and i heard music."
"what are you doing here at one in the morning?" mop guy raises an eyebrow at jungkook.
"i could ask you the same thing."
"i'm mopping. my punishment for being chronically late to class." mop guy laughs. it's breathy and high and jungkook is mesmerized. "you gonna tell me why you're here?"
"dance practice."
"your dance practice goes until one am? i'll have to drop by some time."
"only if you don't mind it being just me there."
"i don't see a problem with that." mop guy smiles really wide and his eyes crinkle.
jungkook is tired. his eyelids are drooping and the only thing he sees are mop guy's lips and he's 99% sure his knees are about to buckle. the showcase is soon and he's a bit (read as very) stressed. he did the same spin so many times today he's pretty sure he wore a hole in the floor, at the very least his shoe.
"i really need coffee," jungkook says.
mop guy quirks an eyebrow.
"do you want coffee?" jungkook asks.
"at one in the morning?"
"what are you, 50 years old? i know a place."
"trust me, my sleep schedule is probably more fucked up than yours."
"loser pays."
"deal."
-
jungkook pays.
he doesn't have much of a choice after mop guy (they haven't exchanged names yet and it hasn't occurred to jungkook to ask) tells him he once went a week running off five (nonconsecutive) hours of sleep and a single triangle kimbap.
