Lost

Jungkook

We walk down the hall from my room to the donning room. Yoongi is still red but it makes me swell with pride seeing him like that because of me. "Food is here,"
I nod and slide in leaving a seat for Hyung.

"Wow! Yoongi your legs are so pretty wow," Taehyung says when we reach them. Yoongi slides in next to me.

"Oh. Thank you," he smiles at him before he starts eating. I try not to watch him as much but I can't help it.

"So uh what took you guys so long?" Jimin asked not looking up from his food. He just mixes his ramen around the bowl.

"Just talking n' stuff. We needed pants for Hyung."

"Oh? Why? Yoongi doesn't really wear pants at home," Yoongi looks to me quickly as Hoseok speaks. Face turning red by the second. Gah I wanna kiss him again! His lips were so soft. What I don't want is everyone looking at his thighs. His smooth milky thighs.

"Well, I guess it's different, I've know you forever but not the same for you guys," NamJoon and Jin Hyung nod understanding where he's coming from.

"It's fine, when we were trainees Hoseok would wear any clothes. Joon was always in his boxers...maybe wear pants but you just don't have to always do it, Jungkook is shy, and you guys are sharing a room," Seokjin rambles as he eats. NamJoon laughs looking towards us. I see Hoseok shoot him a look.

"I think they'll be fine,"
***

"Hoseok told NamJoon," He mumbles into my chest. After eating we went straight to bed. I did in fact put a shirt on before lying down with him. I laugh, he's upset but of course he told him.

"Hyung is whipped for him," I tell him while I play in his hair. It's softer than expected. I know our hair looks soft but the dye killed it.

"It's embarrassing, for everyone to know what I do in my free time,"

"Why?"

"They'll tell us it's wrong, I mean we're guys- which is stupid. I'm older than you but we both know who's top. It's stupid!"

"Hyung,"

"Can you just call me Yoongi please?"

"Yoongi, are you scared?"

"Fucking terrified, I wanna be an idol but...how can you do this?" He holds on tight, he's not crying...his voice is flat. Dead. Reminds me of when I read my first hate comment...wait?

"Yoongi, did you go online?"

"How could I not? I know I shouldn't have, I couldn't not go online!"

"What did they say?"

"They called me a whore. They said I wasn't idol material. I'm not! I know. I know I'm not attractive, or muscular but does that really matter?" I sit up on the bed. He sits up as well facing me. The shirt falling slightly off his shoulder. I bring him to my lap like earlier. I fix his clothes. And move the hair from his eyes.

"You're not a whore, if anything you're an angel. You're brave and talented. That's all it takes to be an idol. You don't have to be muscular, that comes with time, he'll Jimin isn't muscular or Taehyung really...unless he wants to work out- which he doesn't. And you're are so beautiful, your skin is so smooth and your complexion is like one out a fairytale. You're eyes are captivating lips so pretty and pink and so smooth, everything about you is beautiful I mean everything! Even you're flaws which I'm yet to see."

"You're too nice,"

"You're so pretty, I really like you Hyung,"

"I like you too but, Jungkook, I don't think I can do this?"

"Do what? Us?"

"No! I want it! I mean being an idol. I wanna live with you and work with you and see you and kiss you and anything that has to do with you except hurting you, but an idol?"

"Then rap, be a soloist and live with us. Tour with us. Our opening. Do everything with us. Ask pdnim he loves you,"