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Jungkook felt his cheeks burn in embarrassment and discomfort at the attention he was currently receiving, five other pairs of eyes looking at him with various expressions, ranging from confusion to pure disbelief.
“So… you’re telling us that you, Jungkook, the straightest guy we’ve ever seen in our entire life, the guy who goes to gym five times a week and watches sports every Sunday… is gay?” Jimin summarized as he sat down on his boyfriend Taehyung’s lap, making a show of his suddenly gelatinous legs at the news.
Jungkook rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest: “Those are the dumbest reasons I’ve ever heard in my life. Yes. Yes, I’m gay and those things you just mentioned have literally nothing to do with how I want to use my dick” he said.
And then Namjoon started laughing. Everybody’s attention turned to him and Jungkook felt his blood boil at the sight.
“Kookie” Namjoon managed to say between fits of laughter. “We understand it’s difficult to get a girlfriend, we’re sorry for trying to set you up with every single girl we run into, but you really don’t need to go that far. We know you’re not gay, we’re all gay ourselves… uuuh, except for Yoongi hyung” he quickly added, nodding in acknowledgment for their only asexual friend before continuing: “it would be shameful of us to not recognize the patterns, but our gay radar never fails us, so you’re good. You don’t need to despair, you’ll find a nice girl soon…”
“Shut the fuck up, hyung!” Jungkook growled, cheeks beginning to burn.
“Language!” Seokjin frowned from where he was sitting next to Yoongi on the living room sofa.
“No, it literally took me years to come to terms with this and another few months to gather the courage to tell you all and this is what I get?” Jungkook asked, sulking.
“So prove it, then” Yoongi suddenly said, shrugging as he whipped his phone out the pocket and started checking his social media, already bored with the conversation.
“What?”
“I said prove it. That you’re gay, that is” Yoongi repeated himself, eyes not leaving his phone once.
“I’m not going to kiss any of you fuckers to prove my point”
“Wow, harsh” Taehyung theatrically whined, wrapping his arms around the Jimin in his lap. “You don’t have to kiss any of us, just find yourself a boyfriend” he continued, placing a sloppy and loud kiss on Jimin’s cheek.
Jungkook rolled his eyes for the second time that evening and turned around, heading to his bedroom, making sure to slam the door behind him.
-
“You really shouldn’t be this upset about such trivial thing, Jungkook” Hoseok began, as soon as Jungkook ended relating his story over the phone. “They’ll eventually get used to the idea, you just need patience”.
“No, they’re still treating me like a little child unsure about his own life and I’m sick of it” Jungkook almost yelled into the phone, but restrained himself from doing so, realizing that poor Hoseok did not deserve that. Even more so, he was the only friend who believed him.
“Jungkookie, I’m… sorry, but I think I can see my date coming, can I please call you back?” Hoseok suddenly asked and Jungkook felt bad for a second for burdening his friend with his problems when he was plenty nervous about this one date he’d been raving on about for the longest of time.
“I… that’s okay.” Jungkook assured, getting ready to hang up.
“I’m coming over to yours as soon as I’m done here, okay? Oh fuck, she’s coming, okay, love you Jungkookie, bye” and then the line was dead.
-
“And then she licked her fingers! After she had stuck them in her own nose for the longest of time!” Hoseok grunted, sprawled out on Jungkook’s bed, a pillow pressed to his own face.
“Please don’t asphyxiate yourself” Jungkook smiled, sitting down next to him and grabbing the pillow and uncovering the other’s red eyes. “Why do you look so tired?”
Hoseok huffed and pouted, looking up at the ceiling “I didn’t get any sleep last night. I was too excited about the date. I really thought she was the one, Jungkookie! But now I really wish I slept”.
Jungkook looked at the other with compassion and sighed. “Nap, then?”
Hoseok’s eyes lightened up and he turned his gaze to the younger. “Nap” he agreed, scooting over to make room for Jungkook, who lay down beside him.
“Where are your roommates?” Hoseok asked, turning on his side in order to look at Jungkook, but eyelids already growing heavy.
“Jimin’s out with his stupid boyfriend Taehyung, Namjoon’s out shopping, Yoongi’s probably in his room and I don’t know about Seokjin” Jungkook answered, silently watching as Hoseok’s eyelids battled to stay open and his breathing started to even out.
“Jungkookie?” Hoseok whispered.
“Hm?”
“I’ll help you with them. I’ll be your boyfriend for a lil’ while before they get the point”.
Jungkook’s eyes widened “You don’t have to do that hyung, don’t worry” but Hoseok was already dead to the world.
-
When Jungkook woke up, it wasn’t because of an alarm, or because he’d gotten enough rest, it was because someone was shaking him like it was the end of the world. His eyes shot open and he frowned upon seeing Hoseok leaning over him, his slender fingers closed over Jungkook’s mouth to keep him from making noise.
“I think your roommates are here” he whispered and Jungkook perked his ears, indeed managing to hear his roommates’ loud cheering and laughter from the living room. “We should begin with our plan now” he continued, letting go of Jungkook’s mouth, now that he was sure he wouldn’t make a noise.
“What?? What plan?” Jungkook asked, utterly confused.
“This plan” Hoseok said, suddenly grabbing Jungkook’s lips between two of his fingers and pinching down hard. Jungkook squealed in pain and surprise and tried to squirm away, but Hoseok had grabbed his wrist with his free hand and was keeping him captive. After almost a minute of agony, Hoseok let go of the other’s lips and nodded with pride upon seeing the final result. “Now lick”.
“What??”
Hoseok rolled his eyes. “Lick your lips. They’re already pretty swollen, you just need a little bit of moisture to make it more believable” he instructed, reaching over to tussle Jungkook’s hair in all directions as the younger quickly swiped his tongue over his own lips, not missing how Hoseok followed the movement with his gaze. “Good. Now go get me a glass of water. And leave the door open”.
Jungkook scrambled out of bed, and did as he was told, leaving the door open and heading for the kitchen. As he passed all of his roommates who had gathered in front of the TV, they all stopped mid-conversation to stare at Jungkook and the youngest of them felt something strange in his chest.
“Babe? Can you put a slice of lemon in it?” Hoseok’s voice suddenly reached them from the depths of Jungkook’s room and if everybody had been slightly taken aback, now they truly were surprised.
“Uh…. Sure!” he yelled and continued walking, ignoring Taehyung’s little “Was that Hoseok hyung?”
Jungkook’s hands were trembling as he poured water into the glass and he sliced a small slice of lemon, throwing it in too and returning to his room, not missing how everybody stared at him wide-eyed as he walked past them.
As soon as he slammed the door shut, he squealed in happiness and after sloppily placing the glass on the desk, he threw himself at the elder, squishing him in a bone-breaking hug.
“Oh fuck hyung, you should have seen their faces!” Jungkook beamed, ignoring Hoseok’s attempts to slide out his embrace.
“Jungkookie, I can’t breathe” the elder cried from underneath Jungkook, but the latter just laughed and squeezed a little tighter.
-
Jungkook was literally running around in his room, swearing with every little chance he got, desperately trying to find matching socks to go with his already messy and uncoordinated outfit. The door to his room opened slightly and Yoongi peeked his head in, frowning upon seeing the disheveled-looking and sweaty Jungkook.
“The fuck you up to?”
“I’m late” Jungkook almost cried, throwing clothes everywhere. “Hoseok has been waiting at the breakfast bar for me for the last half an hour, I’m a piece of shit, I didn’t wake up” he continued whining.
Yoongi followed each of the younger’s frantic movements and blinked once. “What are you looking for?”
“Socks!!”
“You can have a pair of mine. Wouldn’t want you to be late for your… date” Yoongi said, one eyebrow quirked.
Ten more minutes later, Jungkook was bursting through the door to the bar, making all customers and employees turn their attention to him. Feeling his cheeks burn in embarrassment, he quickly swept the room with his gaze, Hoseok’s soft looking facial features finally catching his attention. He made his way to his friend, ignoring any dirty looks he seemed to be getting and still panting slightly, he slid into the small booth, in front of the other man.
“Hyung, I’m so sorry, I couldn’t…”
“Don’t worry” Hoseok assured him with a smile, showing him a crumpled piece of napkin with something written all over it. “The waitress thought I was being dumped and she gave me her number. Guess I should be thanking you” he laughed.
Jungkook stayed silent for a couple of seconds, eyes trained on the piece of paper. “Uhhh, yeah, you’re welcome”.
“I took the liberty to order you an Americano, but that was a while ago, it’s already cold. I’m sorry”
Jungkook shook his head, taking the cup between his hands and turning it on all sides in a fidgety motion. ”It’s okay, don’t apologize, it’s my fault. I was the one who was late. Thanks, hyung”.
“It’s okay, Jungkookie. So, how have things been in the meantime?”
Jungkook sighed and took a sip of the cold coffee, a small shiver making its way down his spine as he noticed that it had his preferred amount of sweetness. Hoseok and his attention to small details…
“I’ve been avoiding them. They always seem on the verge of asking me things about us and I’ll probably just fuck up and say something dumb.”
Hoseok laughed. “So what’s the plan today?”
The other shrugged. “We can play a game in my room. Have them know we’re spending time together”.
Hoseok nodded in agreement. “No problem. But you owe me one and I’m craving pizza today. How does that sound?”
Jungkook cracked a smile and looked up at Hoseok “Sure hyung. I’ll treat you”.
It was almost three hours later that they made their way to Jungkook’s house, laughing about God knows what as they stepped foot inside. They took their coats and shoes off in the hallway and made their way to the bedroom, but as they entered the living room, they were met by five pairs of eyes. Jungkook swallowed dryly and instinctively reached to entangle his fingers with Hoseok’s and drag him on, considering that the elder had stopped in his tracks.
“Oh, hi boys!” he greeted, ignoring Jungkook’s unspoken pleads to head over to his bedroom immediately.
“Hoseok!” Namjoon smiled from where he was sitting on the couch. “Kookie!”
“H-hi!” he muttered to everyone, squeezing Hoseok’s hand. “We’ll be in my room!” he announced.
“Actually!” Jimin stopped them, pointing at the TV in front of them. “We’re just started watching The Avengers. Join us, why won’t you?” he asked, a small look of mischief in his eyes.
Hoseok and Jungkook looked at each other and the latter was on his way to politely decline, when Hoseok suddenly replied “Sure, I love that movie!” and dragged Jungkook over to the couch.
“Sorry, there’s not much space” Seokjin apologized, but Hoseok just shrugged.
“It’s okay, we can sit on the floor” he said, dragging Jungkook over to the couch and plopping down right in front of it, essentially forcing the younger to do the exact same thing. Namjoon cackled and pressed the play button, resuming the movie. Jungkook sighed, giving up and deciding to make the most of it by sliding closer to his fake-boyfriend and snaking a tentative around his small waist. Hoseok did not bat an eye, although Jungkook could swear he saw the shadow of a smile on his already bright face.
Almost half an hour into the movie, Jungkook noticed Hoseok fidgeting, moving positions every couple of minutes and wincing from time to time. So what he whispered next into the other’s ear truly was on the heat of the moment: “Hyung, you can sit on my lap if the floor’s too hard”.
Hoseok stopped wriggling around and turned his head to look at the other in surprise, but soon started smiling. “Thank you Jungkookie, but I’m heavy” he answered, leaning in to place a soft kiss on Jungkook’s cheek and then turning his attention back at the screen. Jungkook felt his cheeks burn and within his peripheral vision, he noticed Jimin and Taehyung looking at them. So he did the obvious by hardening his hold onto Hoseok’s waist and pulling him closer and closer until the elder was sitting on his lap.
“You’re not heavy at all, what are you talking about?” he murmured, suddenly aware that it wasn’t just Jimin and Taehyung anymore, but literally everybody in room that was staring at them.
It’s safe to say Jungkook was not able to concentrate on the remainder of the movie, Hoseok’s perfume invading his nostrils and the way his body seemed to mold with his own bringing him into a state of awe.
The movie was close to finishing, but Jungkook felt Hoseok’s body slipping down and going limp little by little and when he felt Hoseok’s head hit his shoulder and he heard tiny snores coming from the man, Jungkook couldn’t help but giggle. So he quickly tapped Yoongi’s foot to get his attention and then pointed at the very much asleep Hoseok on his shoulder and then to the direction to his room, essentially letting him know that they would get away. Yoongi looked at him in silence for a few seconds, as if he was analyzing the situation before nodding and directing his attention back to the TV.
Jungkook slowly maneuvered Hoseok so that he could lift him up bride-style and then with very much difficulty, he managed to get up from the floor and throw everybody a look of good-bye before heading back to his room, with Hoseok held tightly to his chest. And as he set the other down onto his bed and looked down at his soft features and tiny frame, Jungkook’s lungs struggled for air for a few seconds. Hmm, how weird… He might have to go the doctor’s soon.
-
It was three months into their fake relationship and they were sat side by side on Jungkook’s bed, looking at each other in embarrassment.
“Do we have to?” Jungkook asked, turning his gaze to his feet, suddenly finding it difficult to look the other into the eyes.
“I think so. If you still want it to be believable. But I mean, we don’t have to if you’re not comfortable with…”
“The hell are you saying hyung, you’re probably the one that’ll be more uncomfortable. You’re the straight one here” Jungkook mumbled, eyes still on his feet, refusing to lift his head.
A full minute of silence passed and then Hoseok sighed heavily. “I’ll be fine Jungkook. It's just that they're in the living room right now and you told me they began questioning the relationship, so this is practically the only solution I could come up with. Look, I’ll go first, okay? Just… turn around or something”.
Jungkook took a second to prepare his soul for what he would hear next and then followed the instructions, turning around to face the wall. It started off low. Hoseok grunted softly once, twice and then he changed to small moans. At this point, Jungkook’s cheeks had already gone the brightest shade of red and he felt warmth traveling down his body. A particularly louder moan that sounded awfully similar to his name made Jungkook jump in surprise and he couldn’t help but turn his head to the side the slightest, only to catch a glimpse of Hoseok sat on the bed, hands gripping his thighs and head thrown back and eyes closed.
Fuck, fuck.
After that image got carved inside his brain, it took him a moment to realize the sounds had stopped at some point. “Jungkook” Hoseok whispered. “You need to do it too”.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
He cleared his throat and let out an embarrassingly unconvincing moan. He tried again, but it came out even worse. He winced and didn’t have to look Hoseok’s way to see that the elder had probably done the same.
“Hyung, I can’t do it” he whispered, turning around to face the elder with terror in his eyes.
“I…” Hoseok frowned. “Uh, do you want me to help you out?” he asked.
Jungkook almost choked on his own saliva. “What?”
“Make room for me” Hoseok said, suddenly standing up and them plopping down on Jungkook’s lap, facing him as he straddled his hips. When Hoseok’s eyes widened for the shortest second, Jungkook cursed himself, knowing far too well that Hoseok had probably felt his semi-erection through the fabric of his jeans. But he didn’t say anything. Instead, he reached to entangle his hands in Jungkook’s hair and pull his head to the side to reveal his neck. And as he delved into it, his heart-shaped lips starting to suck and nip at the sensitive skin and tongue playfully and soothingly running over the same patch of skin, Jungkook’s moan was something he never heard come out his own mouth. Encouraged by the moan and seeing how it seemed to be working, Hoseok continued sucking at the same time as his fingers playfully massaged Jungkook’s scalp. And as the string of whines and moans coming out Jungkook’s mouth suddenly became so aggressive and desperate that Hoseok thought about ending it asap, the second he heard “Hoseok, yes, please! Oh, don’t stop!” and he felt the younger harshly grinding his crotch over his ass, he decided it sounded way too believable to stop there, so he kept going, allowing the other to grind on him as he continued working on the already reddened neck. “Hyung, fuck!” Jungkook suddenly screamed, his body starting to convulse under Hoseok’s weight, eyes rolling back into their sockets and the orgasm hitting him full force. He felt his body go limp right afterwards and with shaky breath, he let go of Hoseok (he didn’t even know when he had started gripping the other’s waist so harshly) and scared out of his mind, he looked up at the other.
He felt his heart fall into his stomach when he realized he simply couldn’t decipher the other’s expression. It wasn’t disappointment, like he expected. But it also wasn’t the usual brightness and happiness.
“Hey, I .. I need to go” the elder softly said, climbing off the other’s lap and straightening his clothes. “That waitress who gave me her number when you were late that one time… I, uh, have a date with her. Tonight. In a couple of hours actually. I need to get ready.” He paused, unsure how to continue. “See you soon Jungkookie”
Jungkook followed Hoseok with his gaze as he made his way out the door and closed it carefully behind him. And as tears prickled at his eyes, he buried his face in both his hands and started uncontrollably shaking, tears not coming out. His chest was heaving, his heart was beating twice as fast and his entire body was burning. He knew what was happening to him, he was aware of the feelings he had started to develop, but he didn’t know what to do about it at this point. He’d have to tell him sooner or later. ”Next time we see each other” is what he settled on before he buried his nose into one of his pillows, the other’s scent still lingering. Next time they see each other, he’ll confess, regardless of consequences.
Except Hoseok stopped coming by.