[Summary]

Namjoon, Seokjin's best friend, drags him into an art class. The class is only in session every Saturday and is quite fun to take, but there's just one thing about it.

His ex boyfriend teaches the class.

Seokjin is going to strangle Namjoon.

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"Come on, hyung, you can't just play video games on all of your off days. You should get out and enjoy the world with me."

Seokjin deadpans at his best friend. "I can and will play all the games in the world, thank you very much." He waves Namjoon off, who's currently eating the sandwich Seokjin made him two minutes ago. "Besides, I don't like art like you do."

Namjoon sticks his bottom lip out and Seokjin stares at him with a cocked eyebrow because in all the years he's known his best friend, he's never seen Namjoon deliberately pout or make such a scene.

"Please, hyung," he begs. "I saw Taehyung comment about going to the class and I don't wanna go alone and look like a loser. Plus, it's free– I'll be paying for you!"

Seokjin gently places his own sandwich onto the napkin he's been using as a plate and then he wipes his hands off and crosses his arms over his chest.

"So you're just going to see Taehyung, huh? That's what this is all about?"

Namjoon smiles, bashfully rubbing at his neck. "I like art."

"You like Taehyung."

"I like them both, hyung, just please come with me. Just for the first few classes?"

Seokjin sighs. Namjoon is right, to some extent. Ever since he graduated college, he's been living life on repeat, going to work and playing PC games. Nothing exciting has happened in his life lately and it's honestly depressing. Maybe goofing around at some art class with Namjoon will be fun anyway. It's worth giving up a few days of his precious life.

"I'm only agreeing because I love you and want to spend quality time with my best friend, so you better not abandon me when you start dating your crush."

"Yes!" Namjoon cheers. His smile makes Seokjin smile. "I'll never abandon you, hyung. Besides, you know Taehyung. It's not like you don't like hanging out with him too."

But that's the thing about all of this– Kim Taehyung is the best friend of Seokjin's ex-boyfriend. Jeon Jungkook.

They stopped hanging out and talking as much whenever he and Jungkook broke up. Namjoon sort of stopped hanging out with them as much too, but that's just because he got too shy to hang out with Taehyung alone and now, he's somehow dragging Seokjin into doing it again. He'll see Kim Taehyung again.

He wonders...

He wonders if Jungkook will be in the class.

Jungkook took art classes in college, from what Seokjin remembers. He used to doodle on things a lot, including doodling on Seokjin and on Seokjin's belongings. He doesn't know it, but he's smiling to himself as he thinks about the past.

But the past is the past, after all.

That's all it'll ever be.

———

Saturday comes and Seokjin is sluggish with the way he gets ready for the first day of art class. Namjoon texts him twenty million times to make sure he'll actually show up– as if he'd ever bail.

He puts on a white t-shirt and black pants, nothing too fancy at all, and simply ruffles the waves in his hair. If anyone asks him, he totally just woke up this way and definitely did not try to put cute curls in his hair and then decide last minute that it was too much and tried to ruffle them out, resulting in a messy poodle-like, caramel-colored hairstyle.

He gets to the little building about five minutes before the class starts and Namjoon rushes from his bike to Seokjin's car once he sees him.

"You're nearly late!"

Namjoon takes his hand and leads him inside the building. There are tables put out and easels pushed to the very back of the room. Everyone here has some paper and supplies out in front of them, and he spots Taehyung at the front and center of the room. Taehyung's eyes meet Namjoon's, then Seokjin's, and his own eyes are wide in shock.

They all give each other a silent wave and greeting before Seokjin has to drag Namjoon to the back of the room and to an empty seat. The table, he learns, is already equipped with the paper and pencils and everything in between, which they will need.

"Where's the teacher?" Namjoon whispers a little too loudly into Seokjin's ear.

"Probably ran away when he saw you come in," he says with a devilish smirk.

Namjoon rolls his eyes and leans back into his chair, waiting and glancing over at Taehyung like a lovesick puppy.

The room is filled with people who are having conversations or sitting alone, drawing aimlessly on their sheets of paper. Seokjin decides to do the same to warm up. He grabs a pencil from the container on the table and starts drawing Namjoon with heart eyes and Taehyung up at the front. They're just stick-men, but Namjoon gets the gist of it and he quickly crumbles up Seokjin's paper and blushes madly while Seokjin just laughs at him.

"Okay, welcome everyone!"

Seokjin looks up in a hurry just as he's about to put the pencil back in the little cup at the front of the desk, but his eyes are so quick to look up to search for the familiar voice and he forgets what he's doing for a moment as he sees someone familiar. Like a fool, he flicks the pencil against the cup and knocks it over onto the floor, creating a loud scatter of commotion as all sorts of things fall all over the place.

He stares with wide eyes up at the front and everyone turns to look at him, including those familiar, big brown doe-eyes.

From the front of the room, Jeon Jungkook stares right back at Seokjin, only now seeming to notice that he's there and of course, it's because Seokjin is an embarrassing mess.

Quickly, he slips out of his chair and begins picking everything up, ignoring the slight chuckle from his best friend behind him.

"Um." Jungkook seems to have forgotten what he was going to say. Seokjin's skin sizzles, warm and red with humiliation seeping in. "Welcome to my class, I...uh." Jungkook clears his throat and Seokjin finally makes it back to his seat with his head hanging low. "I'll be teaching everyone some basics for now. Today will be drawing, next week will be painting. Just to get you all in the artistic mood. Shall we?"

Seokjin watches in awe as Jungkook begins teaching so well. He remembers that Jungkook would sometimes stutter and take a moment to figure out what exactly he wanted to say and how to say it. Up there, he's confident in what he's teaching. He's confident in the way he moves and draws. He doesn't have any sort of issue at all.

But there's so many things that distract Seokjin, like the fact that Jungkook used to only have one hand tattoo, but now he has an entire sleeve of them. The way his voice sounds distracts Seokjin as well, still so soft and sweet. And he thinks about what they used to be. He thinks about that all the time, though. Ever since Jungkook broke up with him, it's all he's ever thought about.

He'd be lying to say he doesn't miss Jungkook. It's been years– since college– since they broke up, but no amount of days could go by without him thinking about Jeon Jungkook. It's impossible.

It's definitely impossible to not think about him now. Jungkook is right there, right within his reach. He wonders so many things like how is he these days? When did he start teaching art classes? Has he been seeing anyone else since then? Most likely. Is he still living near campus? Or did he move back here into the city recently? Did he end up graduating?

"That concludes today's lesson."

Jungkook's voice brings him back to reality. A reality where his drawing skills could never live up to Jungkook's, but Jungkook still taught him so well that the few drawings on his paper don't look half as bad as he thought they might look. Or maybe Jungkook is just an angel who brings out the best of Seokjin's ability, even with heavy amounts of distraction.

"Namjoon-hyung!" Taehyung calls out as he rushes to their table. Everyone is leaving or getting ready to. Taehyung is eager to see them– to see Namjoon. He holds up his sheets of paper. "Look at mine! How did you guys do?" He peeks at their art.

Namjoon is smiling like an idiot in love. He holds up his artwork happily.

"Is mine good?"

Taehyung has a boxy grin on his face. "Looks really good, hyung. I haven't seen you guys in so long, I'm so happy that you're here." He really does smile so wide that it makes Seokjin smile as well.

"We missed you too."

But the person he misses the most is currently talking to people who want to ask millions of questions instead of letting the class be over with. Seokjin frowns to himself as he realizes Jungkook is busy and probably doesn't want to talk to him anyways.

"I'm gonna head out," he says over the sound of Taehyung and Namjoon's laughter. Their laughter dies down as they look at him with knowing gazes.

"Already?" Taehyung quietly asks.

Seokjin nods. "Yeah. You two have fun catching up. I'll see you next weekend?"

"Oh, you're coming next weekend too?" Taehyung smiles happily. "I'll be here. See you, hyung!" he says as Seokjin slowly slips away from the building.

It's for the best.

Seokjin sends about a thousand messages to Namjoon after he gets home.

Me:
YOU ARE SO DEAD TO ME
YOU DIDNT TELL ME JUNGKOOK WAS THE ONE TEACHING THE CLASS

Namjoon:
hyung 😭
i had no idea!!!!!
i'm sorry :( you dont have to go anymore

Me:
:/ sighh
i'll go for a few classes bc it was fun
and i dont want u to be alone

Namjoon:
taehyungie told us to sit with him next time
i wont be alone
so its fine

Me:
yea but i wanna see u embarrass urself

Namjoon:
............
u just wanna see jungkook 👀

Me:
hope u choke on paint.
bye loser

———

The week goes by super slowly and Seokjin's brain works on overdrive the entire time. He can't stop thinking about seeing Jungkook. He can't stop thinking about what was on Jungkook's mind when he saw him as well. He wonders if Jungkook even recognized him– which is dumb to wonder, considering he looks almost exactly the same and Namjoon was right next to him. Still, he just can't help but wonder what Jungkook had been thinking about at that moment.

And he wonders what Jungkook is doing right now. Is he overthinking as well? Is he cuddling someone else back at home? Is he working? Playing video games? Teaching other classes?

One thing he does know, however, is that Jungkook will be at today's class and he won't have to only wonder what he's up to because by some miracle, they'll be in the same room at the same time and he'll know exactly what Jungkook is doing– teaching him of all people. Well, teaching an entire class full of people, but still.

Seokjin gets there earlier this time.

Taehyung convinces Namjoon and Seokjin to sit at the front of the room with him, which makes Seokjin nervous yet excited to be a little closer to... the front.

The tabletop easels that were once placed at the back of the room are now sitting on all the tables for everyone to use. Seokjin genuinely feels excited as he sits in front of his easel next to Namjoon, who sits between him and Taehyung. He's excited to paint something, especially if it's Jungkook teaching him how to.

Soon enough, Jungkook comes walking in to the front of the class with a bag of brand new paint tubes– he takes them out and starts placing them along his own table.

"Hi everyone!" Jungkook smiles cutely as he claps his hands together to get everyone's attention. "I'm going to come around and put paint on your palettes, so hold them up for me, please."

Seokjin immediately begins blushing warmly and panicking as Jungkook starts going down the line of tables, giving everyone variations of blues, white, black, and brown. When he gets to Taehyung, a familiar smile tugs at his lips and Seokjin freezes as he watches him.

He missed that smile more than he could ever imagine.

Jungkook's soft pink lips tug in, his big teeth come out into full display, and his eyes shine cutely as he messes around with his best friend. His smile quickly falls into a lighter one as he turns to Namjoon.

"Hi, hyung." He greets Namjoon as he gives him squirts of paint. Namjoon smiles up at him and greets him right back.

"Been a while, Jungkook-ah. How have you been?"

Jungkook shrugs, but still responds. "It's been pretty alright." After he finishes putting paint on Namjoon's plastic white palette, he steps over in front of Seokjin's seat. Seokjin unashamedly moves his easel out of the way so he can have a better view of his ex, who doesn't even look him in the eyes, but he at least greets him with a small, "Hi."

"Hi, Jungkookie."

Jungkook looks him in the eye now and his gaze lingers. For a second, Seokjin thinks the nickname might have been overstepping, but Jungkook doesn't say anything about it. He continues giving Seokjin paint before silently moving on to the next person.

After about seven minutes, everyone has paint sorted out on their palettes and Jungkook returns to his spot at the front of the room, where his easel, paint, and brushes are. Seokjin feels something weird in his heart as he watches Jungkook pick out brushes and shove them into the back of his jeans pocket. It's undeniably cute– maybe even a little hot of him, for some reason.

"We're going to paint Bob-Ross-style today. Everybody ready?"

Just like last time, Seokjin is pleasantly shocked when his canvas ends up as a pretty painting of a winter lodge. It's probably the best thing he's ever created and it's all thanks to Jeon Jungkook.

"That's all for today's class! Now that you know the basics of everything, in our next classes, we will begin faster-paced learning so we'll be able to create more art in our time. See you next weekend!"

He doesn't wait for people to come rushing up to him this time. Instead, he sets aside his clean brushes and heads towards Seokjin, who watches him with massive eyes. When he steps up to Seokjin's small area, his eyes fall to his painting and Seokjin holds his breath.

"That's really pretty," he says with a small smile, then looks back at Seokjin, who's definitely red like a tomato right now. "I missed you last time you were here."

Seokjin's heart skips a beat because his brain densely thought that Jungkook was about to say "I missed you," but that didn't happen in the slightest. Of course, he didn't miss him. He's the one who broke up with Seokjin in the first place.

Back in college, even though Jungkook was someone he saw himself being with for the rest of his life, Jungkook had other plans– or rather, he had other issues that he wanted to work on. They were very happy together, but Jungkook wanted to focus on himself. He wanted to feel worthy of love rather than just receiving it all the time.

Seokjin told him he was worthy of everything and more, but Jungkook insisted on working on himself; figuring out what he wanted in life, finishing college, getting a job, settling down, and making sure he's ready for the next steps. Ready for love.

It's not like Seokjin couldn't let him go.

If Jungkook wanted to figure out his life, who would Seokjin be to stop him from doing so? Still... it hurt like a bitch when they broke up.

"Ah, well, I had to go." He may be lying, but it won't hurt Jungkook in any way. "How have you been, Jungkook-ah?"

Jungkook looks at him with stars in his eyes just like he used to, except there's something different about it. Something different about him. "Really good, hyung, but... it's been a while. How have you been? Have you... I don't know." He shifts back and forth on his feet a little. "Are you working somewhere?"

"Yeah, I am. I work not too far from here. I'm a chef at Oak Park." He points off in the direction of where the restaurant is and Jungkook's eyes widen.

"The really fancy restaurant?" he asks for confirmation and Seokjin nods. "Woah, that's so cool. You're a chef? Hyung, you have to take me and show me the food there. I've never been there before because it's too expensive, but I've heard so much about that place and I'm definitely hungry and willing to buy fancy food right now. Come to think of it, I deserve it. I'm seriously so hungry. I think my mouth is watering just thinking about food."

Seokjin grins wider by the second as Jungkook rambles on.

"We could walk there right now," he tells the younger, who smiles giddily in return.

"Okay, just let me lock up and make sure everything's in order."

So, Seokjin waits for everyone to leave, including Namjoon and Taehyung, who give him prying eyes and tease him for the fact that he and Jungkook are going out together– they call it a date and Seokjin calls them crazy and shoos them away quickly as Jungkook comes walking over.

"You ready?"

Seokjin nods. "Let's go."

When they get to the restaurant, Jungkook looks around in awe, especially when they're seated. The room has a dark, intimate ambiance, soft piano music plays across the restaurant, and everything around them is fancy– their table has a white cloth covering it and a dim lamp right in the middle. Jungkook looks over the menu with curious eyes.

"Get whatever you want, Jungkook-ah. Hyung will pay for it."

Jungkook looks up at him in surprise. "I-It's really expensive, though."

"You said so yourself, you deserve it." Seokjin smirks. "And I get a discount for working here."

Jungkook grins, his nose scrunching up in amusement. "Okay, thank you. But I'm getting the bill next time."

Next time.

Seokjin's tummy swirls with butterflies trying to escape. "Okay, you pay next time."

Jungkook orders himself a nice meal, which he ends up loving, and he even offers a bite to Seokjin and Seokjin offers a bite of his own meal as well. It reminds him of the dates they used to go on years ago. It all feels the same, like nothing changed except maybe Jungkook's confidence and the things they talk about.

They talk about things like when Jungkook started teaching, when Seokjin got his job, how he became a chef, where they live, and what they've been up to.

"Have you been with anyone since..?"

Seokjin glances up at Jungkook, hesitating for a second as those words replay in his mind. He thinks really hard– did Jungkook actually just ask him that question or is he hearing things? Jungkook looks at him expectantly, waiting for an answer, so he assumes he in fact did ask him.

Firmly– almost like a robot– Seokjin lowers his chopsticks to his plate. "No," he says curtly. He clears his throat. "I've taken time to myself as well. Besides, I don't want anyone like that." Jungkook tilts his head as if he's wondering something. "What about you? Have you been seeing someone?"

Jungkook lightly shakes his head.

"I was being honest when I told you I wanted to focus on myself, hyung." He gives him a weak little smile. Seokjin nods.

"I believed you, Jungkook-ah. I was just wondering if you'd bettered yourself for someone else by now."

The way Jungkook looks at him from across the table makes his ears go red. He stares intensely at Seokjin, but Seokjin looks back down at his plate and continues eating.

"Let's finish up and walk back, yeah?"

Jungkook hesitates, but eventually drops his gaze. "Okay."

———

The next Saturday couldn't come any slower.

Seokjin couldn't find Jungkook on any social media apps, so he rots in his bed and wonders whether or not he should ask for his number in the next class. He wants to catch up so badly, but he isn't sure where they stand at the moment.

He decides then and there– as he and Namjoon walk into the room– that he's going to bite the bullet and ask for it.

But he forgets and halts in his step as he gets a glimpse at the front of the room. Jungkook is usually in later than everyone else, but he's early today and he's different.

His previous dark brown hair has been replaced with platinum blonde and his hair is wavy, flowing prettily down to his ears. The color looks so good on him and so does the style. He looks flawless. He looks like a painting himself.

Seokjin gets to his seat and gulps as their eyes meet, and Jungkook is nonchalantly putting paint brushes into the back of his pants again. He's so perfect and delicate and stunning like this.

"Today we're going to be creative, everybody." Jungkook smiles and Seokjin is pretty damn sure he's secretly an angel. "You can either paint or draw. You can make whatever you want and I'll come around and help out. I just want to see everybody's creativity and style, so go wild!"

He does exactly that.

Seokjin has no idea what to do, but the easel was already in front of him and he personally liked painting more than drawing, so that's what he ends up doing. He decides to paint Namjoon and the classroom behind him– visual art.

Jungkook comes around behind him, watching everyone doing their thing as they chatter away. Taehyung and Namjoon giggle over something and Seokjin rolls his eyes as he realizes Namjoon drew him with heart-eyes this time.

But Jungkook pays them no mind. Instead, he comes up behind Seokjin and leans in to look at his work.

"Gentle, hyung."

He places his hand very lightly over Seokjin's and starts guiding his brush strokes, making Seokjin's skin feel on fire. Jungkook's hand is warm and Seokjin freezes completely, just letting him take over and physically teach him.

"There you go."

Seokjin holds his breath up until the point where Jungkook releases his hold and pats his shoulder. Once he begins to walk away, he can finally exhale and his shoulders visibly fall as he does. He glances at Jungkook in awe, watching every single move he makes– he doesn't teach anyone else the same way he just did to Seokjin.

It should be illegal, honestly.

Jungkook comes in with a nice outfit, new pretty hair, and a gorgeous smile on his face, and then he goes and gives Seokjin special treatment and expects him to be okay? It's impossible. Besides, why does he look so damn good today anyways? It's totally unfair. Seokjin needs a warning.

"Your ears are so red, hyung."

Seokjin flicks the water off of his paintbrush and onto Namjoon's old t-shirt. He yelps, but then laughs it off with Taehyung.

"Shut up."

After class is over, Jungkook comes walking up all confidently to Seokjin's table.

"Hyung~" he sings happily. Seokjin gazes up at him and raises an eyebrow. Jungkook has a shit-eating grin on his face. "Let's go to the restaurant now. I'm dressed properly and I'm starving. Plus, I owe you a meal."

The last time they went to the restaurant, Jungkook felt out of place because he was wearing a t-shirt and jeans, both old and worn because that's his 'painting clothes.' Now, he's wearing a nice, newer pair of pants and a dressier shirt as well.

"Did you dress up for the restaurant without telling me?"

Jungkook giggles lightly. "Hyung, you always dress nicely. You're wearing dress pants and a sweater. That's nicer than what I was wearing last week." Seokjin scoffs as they walk out of the building and begin walking towards the restaurant.

"Okay, but just so you know, I didn't drive here today. I took the bus with Namjoon."

Jungkook shrugs. "I walked here with Taehyungie hyung. We went out for lunch earlier today and did some shopping."

Seokjin hums, interested to hear more about his day, but he'll wait until they're having dinner for that conversation.

"Okay then."

Jungkook nods happily. "I'll walk you home, hyung. Don't worry."

"Ah, you don't have to."

"But I want to."

After that, Seokjin turns red again and they go silent as they make their way to the restaurant. When they get there, they order the meals they decided against last time and Jungkook seems eager to try the food. He even asks Seokjin how it's usually made, which starts up a cheffing discussion.

By the time Seokjin gets done explaining how they marinate and cook the meat, their meals come out and Jungkook has never looked so eager to try it out.

"Slow down, love, you'll choke yourself," Seokjin says with worry in his voice, watching intently as Jungkook eats away and he doesn't realize the reason why Jungkook's eyes widen as he looks up at him. "What?" he wonders in confusion. Why is he looking at him like that?

Jungkook slowly lowers his next bite of meat. "Nothing. You just... You called me love. That's all."

Seokjin's brain stops working while somehow also working nonstop and now he's panicking on the inside and out, cringing into his seat.

"Oh." He blinks a few times into reality. "O-Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to."

"It's fine, hyung." Jungkook smiles genuinely, not at all bothered or upset with him. "It's just been a while since I've been called that. I missed it."

He picks up his drink and sips it without sparing another glance. Seokjin is utterly confused, but he stays silent. He'd rather not embarrass himself with any sort of delusions he's got going on.

They play paper, rock, scissors because they both insist on walking each other home. Jungkook doesn't make a big deal out of losing. He simply rolls his eyes all sassy-like and then leads Seokjin down the sidewalk towards his place.

"I can't believe you won that."

Seokjin chuckles. "You've always been so predictable. Haven't you learned? You'll always play scissors and I'll always play rock."

Jungkook looks up at him in surprise, his lips parted slightly. "I do that?"

"Every single time."

"Yeah, right." Jungkook nudges him with his arm and Seokjin laughs. "It's been years since we played that together. There's no way you knew that. You won by luck."

Seokjin shrugs. "Believe me or not, but now I know what you'll play next time." They look into each other's eyes and Seokjin smirks. "Paper."

Jungkook pouts hard. "Quit reading me like that. It's unfair, you're cheating."

Seokjin laughs, but Jungkook stops walking and grabs ahold of his wrist, tugging him into the direction of a building and suddenly his laughter dies.

"Is this your place?" he asks as Jungkook leads him towards the door and opens it.

"Yes," he says. "This is the apartment I live in. Are you coming in or what?"

Seokjin gapes at him like a fool. "Um. Y-Yeah, sure." He lets the younger drag him into the building and to the elevator. They get on it and Jungkook presses the button with a number three next to it. Seokjin waits patiently and a bit nervously as they go up floor by floor. Eventually, the elevator stops with a ding and the door opens, revealing a hallway.

Jungkook exits the elevator first and Seokjin follows. He doesn't walk far before he's stepping up to a beige door and starts opening it up.

Seokjin's heart feels so full as they walk into the apartment. It's simplistic and the furniture hardly matches, but there's paintings on the walls and art supplies everywhere that makes it feel so Jungkook-y. There's even a beginners tattooing set on the dining table and Seokjin looks at it closely, wondering what Jungkook plans to do with it.

"This is my home," Jungkook utters quietly. He places his hands in front of him and stands there, patiently watching Seokjin as he looks around the place.

He looks at Jungkook with a soft, pleased smile. "You've got a tattoo setup on your dining table, blankets hanging up instead of curtains, and the furniture doesn't even match."

Jungkook grins boyishly.

"Yep."

Seokjin grins as well. "It's very you, Jungkookie. I'm proud of you."

Those words bring a certain emotion to Jungkook's eyes that he's never seen before. He waits for their next move, but never once thought that Jungkook would step into his space and wrap his arms around his shoulders, bringing him into a tight hug. Seokjin calmly wraps his hands around Jungkook's waist and exhales a sigh, feeling at home again.

"I did this for you, hyung." Seokjin feels something wet against his shoulder and realizes how choked up Jungkook sounds. "I- I mean I did it for me, obviously, but I wanted to work on myself, hyung. I wanted to be worthy of something."

Seokjin pulls back and his heart shatters into many bits and pieces as he sees the tears streaming down Jungkook's red eyes. He lightly boops Jungkook's reddening nose, earning a cry-chuckle.

"You've always been worthy of everything, love."

Jungkook gulps down the lump in his throat. "I- I wanted to be stable for you and for myself. Back then, I had nothing. But now I figured out what I want to do, I have a job, a car, a place to call home, and I feel so much better. I feel like I'm ready for love now a-and I know that sounds cheesy." He wipes his tears away and looks down at his feet. "I missed you so much but I was too scared to reach out and tell you all of this. I didn't think you'd care anymore."

Seokjin cups his cheeks.

"I'll always care. I never stopped caring."

He pulls Jungkook in closer and Jungkook meets him halfway, locking their lips with a sweet, sort of messy kiss– it's wonderful, though. Jungkook has never been so confident with his love before. He's always been hesitant, always thought that Seokjin deserved something better, someone who had their shit together. But now, knowing that Seokjin still cares and is willing to be ready for him as well, Jungkook pours his entire heart into this kiss.

He grips tightly onto Seokjin's sweater, pulls him as close as possible, and he kisses like he's never kissed before.

Seokjin basks in the warm embrace and melts into Jungkook's kiss. It's all he's ever wanted and more, just to have Jungkook love him again. And even though it took some time for them to figure out their lives and become stable on their own, their bond will only be stronger now.

Now, they plan to gradually let their love expand more and more with time.

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the end!!

thank you for reading

and huge thanks to elle, who commed this fic! it was so cute 😭💕

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