[Summary] (Com Work)

Seokjin is excited for this year's musical, but his soul is crushed when he finds out nobody is willing to audition. He sets out to get people involved, but he wasn't expecting to find such an angelic voice on the way.

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Or:  Where Seokjin is desperate to get Jeon Jungkook— captain of the baseball team— to audition for this year's musical after accidentally walking in on him singing.

(HSM Chad & Ryan inspired lol)

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  Kim Seokjin; there had never been a man so all-for loving of Musical Theatre.

  Theatre is a getaway. Theatre lets a person shine through their endless creativity. Theatre is a home, and the people and the students involved are a family. Theatre is wonderful. Incredible. Amazing.

  Theatre is going downhill.

  "What the hell is this?" Seokjin, the president of the drama club, was completely shocked as he looked down at a nearly blank piece of paper. "This is all the people who joined the club this year? This is like— not even half of what we usually have. Where is everyone?"

  His close friend, Taehyung, glanced over at the paper as well. "I'd hate to see how many people are actually majoring in Theatre this year, too," he muttered.

  Seokjin shivered.

  Where the hell was everyone?

  Theatre is freaking awesome! The acting, the singing, the skill, the wonderful feeling of going up on stage and having that spotlight heat hit you in the eyes— in the best way possible. The plays are so fun to read over and act out! Improving and singing together as exercises is just as much fun! Who the hell wouldn't want to join?

  "I don't even think this is enough people to do a small play," he nearly wanted to whine as he spoke. "Our professor... She's going to be so upset! She doesn't deserve this. She's too kind, Tae. We need to fix this. We just have to."

  Taehyung frowned at him as they both walked into Theatre class. The first day of University. The first class would be starting in five minutes and there were at least a good bit of people, but it just wasn't going to cut it.

  Usually, Seokjin can talk students into joining the club— the club usually holds people willing to join their musicals and plays. The only thing Seokjin can really depend on is if their professor announces that they're doing a play instead of a full musical. Finding actors is easier than finding actors plus singers.

  But most of the people he saw sitting down were either set designers, make-up, or costume students who had been there the year before.

  "Taehyung-ah..." Seokjin wanted to ball his list up and call it a joke. "We're gonna have to convince people to join our club."

——

  The first group of people he had asked merely laughed at him. Told him they wouldn't be caught on stage even dead. Stage fright. That's the case for most people, anyway.

  The next group of friends he had asked was sitting on a bench, only three of them. None of them seemed interested and Seokjin felt like he was just forcing a brick wall to listen to his begging, so he left them alone and sighed to move on to the next.

  And the next group had one person that at least took the flyer Seokjin had been trying to give out, but other people had refused. So out of three groups, he'd only gotten one- maybe.

  It was exhausting the more he went on, and by the time he had finally finished for the first day of classes, he'd only gotten three people who looked a little interested.

  Shit.

  "How's it going?" Yoongi, his other friend asked him as he finally got to settle down on one of the main benches, where most students hang around at. He'd been roaming around there all day.

  "Terrible. I'm trying to get people to join the drama club and they're treating it like a joke."

  Yoongi hummed in acknowledgment. "Well." Yoongi sat down next to him and looked around at the many students talking. "Why don't you try bigger groups? Like that one over there?"

  Seokjin followed his eyes, but he could only laugh as his eyes landed on the group of boys fucking around over there— the popular guys, who wouldn't ever give him the time of day.

  "The baseball team?" Seokjin could only shake his head, amused at the suggestion. "They'd probably laugh in my face and rip the paper in half if I tried to give it to them. Why would I ask them?"

  Yoongi hummed once again, still looking in their direction. They were a bigger group of friends, but they're popular and they would rather knit their own baseball caps by each strand than join the drama club.

  "You're crazy."

  "I don't know," Yoongi chuckled. "You never know unless you try. I mean, it's a huge group. It would get a lot more attention than you going up to groups of three, you know."

  Well, maybe.

  But they'd never join the club.

  Still, Seokjin sighed as he got up from the bench. "You only want me to make a fool of myself, don't you?" he huffed out as he reached for his pile of papers again, this time setting out to convince some athletes.

  The closer he stepped towards the team, his heart started to race— not like how Theatre makes his heart race. And the closer he got to the team, one of the guys from the group caught Seokjin's determination, saying something to his friends and pointing over to Seokjin, who nearly wanted to stop as the whole team turned towards him.

  That only made him more nervous.

  Doesn't mean he didn't keep walking.

  "Boys."

  The team started cackling to themselves and hiding their faces— like a bunch of teenage boys. Well, except for a few. Especially the one who was sitting in the middle of the bench, surrounded by the boys. He looked up at Seokjin, eyes simply set on his.

  So, Seokjin held the flyer out to him.

  Jeon Jungkook. The captain of the baseball team.

  "The drama club is really low on people this year," Seokjin started, swallowing hard to dismiss his reddening ears— all eyes were on him. "If any of you would care to check it out, we'd really appreciate anybody's audition to the musical."

  Some of the boys chuckled.

  "I'd never."

  "I'm too busy for that."

  "Musical? Yeah, right?"

  They weren't interested. Not in the slightest, just as Seokjin had thought.

  Just as he was about to pull the paper back to himself, Jeon Jungkook was just as quick to grab it out of his hands, gone before Seokjin could act on it. Jungkook held the paper up to his chest, raising his sharp eyebrow as he scanned the flyer.

  Then, he held the paper back out.

  "I don't sing."

  Seokjin sighed as he took the paper from him. By then, the paper had been attempted to pass by too many people. Too many people had rejected it, but Jungkook was one of the only ones who took it just to glance and give it right back to him.

  He walked away without another word, finding it useless to have ever tried to begin with.

  Can't say he didn't try.

——

  His teacher— the director of their plays— looked exhausted. Seokjin hated to see her that way. She's the loveliest person he's ever met and he can't say that about just any of his teachers. She's so filled with love.

  He felt bad for her.

  She was probably much more exhausted than Seokjin. The musical that she had planned to do was lacking so many willing people to audition. She knew it just as well as Seokjin did. They were both worried.

  The class is where most people go to learn about Theatre as a degree. The drama club is where people go who want to audition, mostly. And it was so clear. Last year's play was hard enough to find actors for— this year was an absolute disaster. This is what happens when the university is small and not as known as all the rest of them.

  They're screwed.

  "I tried it all," Seokjin groaned to Taehyung. Yoongi was there as well, peeling a tangerine to himself, probably not listening. "Why did she decide on a musical that has like— a million actors? She couldn't have chosen something easier?"

  "All plays need lots of actors."

  He didn't need Taehyung to remind him that. He knew. It just sucked.

  And it sucked that he had been staying after his lessons to try and persuade people into the club. Even now. But Taehyung eventually left, having work, and Yoongi had only been there because he was bored, but he got a call from someone and ended up leaving as well.

  So, Seokjin was left alone.

  He ended up wandering the halls and checking the library to pin flyers, and— at that point— he had forced people to take flyers instead of asking them if they wanted to join.

  He sighed for what seemed like the millionth time just this week as he made his way out of the library. It felt useless to ever try. Nobody was in the hall anymore and the librarian told him to leave the poor students alone, so he was technically kicked out for doing it.

  As he was about to make his way back to his dorm, all give-out, he had come across something so perfect that he almost thought it was fate. Something so meant to be.

  Because there he was, passing by the mens closed bathroom door, an echoing of the most angelic singing that Seokjin had ever heard blessing his ears. He hoped to everything that whoever this was wasn't in his theatre class already because as he stopped to listen to the guy singing to himself, Seokjin immediately knew he wanted this guy in the club.

  Such a beautiful voice.

  He stepped up to the door, ear pressed to it as the singing continued. The most perfect, stable voice singing a popular song he'd heard quite a lot before. The guy was so on the right notes.

  He figured that the guy was alone inside the bathroom because the hall was so eerily quiet and it was like Seokjin was at a personal concert, just him and whoever this person was. It was almost like an angel had been sent to him. Like he's a siren and Seokjin was so captivated by him.

  As soon as the voice stopped, he was quick to act. He opened the door to the public bathroom— why was it closed to begin with?— and he searched for the source of the voice, immediately catching sight of the person he least expected to be singing like that.

  "Huh?"

  It was Jeon Jungkook.

  And the captain had his sleeves rolled up, arms out, and his hands nearly at the sink to turn it on— to wash his hands.

  He looked just as surprised as Seokjin, though. His wide eyes, frozen in place as Seokjin started to piece it all together.

  "I thought you said you don't sing?" he let out, just as confused as Jungkook.

  Jungkook huffed out an unamused laugh, then proceeded to turn on the sink, quick as he slathered his hands in soap and began scrubbing. "I don't sing." He was scrubbing roughly at his poor hands. Seokjin ignored his words, though.

  "You just were." He stepped towards Jungkook, holding up his flyers. "I heard you. You'd be perfect in our club—"

  Jungkook brushed past him after he turned the sink off, going to dry his hands. Still, Seokjin followed close-by.

  "It's really fun, I swear."

  Again, Jungkook huffed, "I play ball." He finally turned to Seokjin, their eyes meeting. His eyebrows were furrowed together. "Don't you have a class or something? Shouldn't they be doing all of that?"

  A frown made its way to Seokjin's mouth. "We don't have many people to audition. It's not about who's in the class."

  Even with that being said, Jungkook shrugged at him once more. "I really don't have time for talking. I have practice." He turned his back to Seokjin and walked away, right out of the bathroom.

  But Seokjin really wanted— no, he needed a voice like that in their musical.

  Auditions weren't for another month. If he could just convince Jungkook by three weeks, that would give him a week to go over scripts for Jungkook to audition. Just three weeks— Seokjin confidently gives himself one week, though.

  He can convince Jungkook in a week.

——

  Baseball practice wasn't exactly open for people to just go and watch.

  Seokjin didn't give a damn.

  After Jungkook left him in the bathroom all alone, he went straight to buy himself a drink and then he went straight to the baseball field to apparently attend the baseball team's practice. He was there for Jungkook.

  The team did all sorts of exercises and Seokjin sort of felt like a creep, sitting on the bleachers all alone with his eyes steady on Jungkook, but he had to do what he had to do. He wanted to try and convince this guy to audition.

  Sure, there are great singers in his club, but Jungkook is just as amazing from what little he heard. He couldn't imagine what else he could do with a voice like that.

  "Practice again tomorrow! We've gotta do great this year, boys."

  The sun was setting now.

  Seokjin had sat there for too long, waiting and observing the way Jungkook practiced— and of course, the other teammates as well. But he was watching Jungkook, not them.

  Jungkook, who soon after practice was finished, goofed around and laughed with the boys. The team slowly disappeared one by one, the field becoming emptier and the noisy chatting and playing around dying off.

  There was only one person left with Jungkook now, who seemed to be his good friend judging by the way he playfully ruffled at the captain's hair. Jungkook waved him off, to which the guy laughed at and then told him his goodbyes as he left Jungkook there.

  Jungkook chugged at his water, eyes closed for a moment, but as he brought the water bottle away from his mouth, his eyes locked with Seokjin's from where he was sitting.

  He knew Seokjin was waiting for him.

  That didn't stop Seokjin from feeling a bit nervous under his gaze. Instead of just sitting in the bleachers and acknowledging Jungkook's stare, he finally stood up after what seemed like forever and he went straight down to the field gate, straight to him.

"Why are you here?"

Seokjin straightened his posture. "I want you to audition for one of the side roles."

"You're stalking me to get me to audition for some play?" Jungkook scoffed as he wiped his sweat away with a towel. He was drenched in it, his brown hair a darker shade since it was wet. "Why do you want that, anyway? Just go find someone else to audition."

"I am," Seokjin told him, ignoring the stalking comment. "I've been advertising every day this week. There's too many roles in this play and I'd be crazy to not want you to audition. Your voice— it's perfect."

Jungkook threw the towel to the side and started to chug his drink again. When he pulled the bottle away, he shook his head.

"No can do."

"Why? Because you don't sing?" Seokjin asked. "Or is it because you want to look cool in front of your team or something?" Jungkook raised an eyebrow at him at that. "Well? What's so bad about theatre, if not that?"

"I can't act."

"I'll teach you."

Again, he scoffed. "This isn't middle school. You can't just teach me in a day and expect me to be professional at it. Same goes for all the other students you're trying to get to audition." He stood up, eye to eye with Seokjin just as they were in the bathroom earlier.

"It won't be a day," Seokjin muttered, hating the way Jungkook stared intensely back at him. "We'll have about four weeks just to prep for auditions. If you get the part, you'll have months to practice for it. I promise it's not as hard as it seems."

"I spend my time practicing baseball," Jungkook said. "I spend four days a week on this field. What makes you think I could help you and your drama club?"

"I told you. I'll help you at any time, any day. Just— please?"

Jungkook chewed at his inner cheek, eyes lowering to Seokjin's hand. Seokjin looked down as well, then realized that he was holding a flyer in his hand still. He moved it a bit so Jungkook could see it better, then their eyes were back on each other.

"Just give me your flyer."

Seokjin's eyes lit up and he was quick to hand over the piece of paper. "I promise you, you won't regret it if you join. Haven't you ever wanted to be part of something so fun? All eyes will be on you, just like baseball. Everyone will compliment you after the show."

Jungkook folded the paper and put it in his back pocket.

"I'm sure it's the same," he mumbled. "I can't believe this. I don't even know your name and you're trying to convince me."

"Kim Seokjin." He smiled as the baseball player hummed in response. "I look forward to working with you," he said as Jungkook turned on his heel and began walking away.

"No promises!"

His smile stayed even as the man left him there all alone. He was right; he got Jeon Jungkook in less than a week. In less than a day, he had Jungkook considering the audition. He just knew it would go well.

——

"He's so cute."

  "You've been thirsting over this guy since you saw him. Just go and ask him out."

  The girl laughed. "Yeah, right. There's no way. I'll just admire him from here. Look at his smile! How can he be so cute and hot at the same time?"

  Seokjin wasn't meaning to eavesdrop on the two girls sitting next to him. He had earphones in, so they probably thought that he couldn't hear them, but his music was very low. He was listening to the tracks for the musical, sitting outside the university as usual— he was there to see if Jungkook would approach him.

  He wasn't expecting to hear this girl talking so openly about the guy.

  "Think he'd ever even date me if I asked him out?" the girl asked her friend, who gave her questioning looks. "I mean, I'm just an ordinary girl and I'm not athletic or anything— but what if, you know? I wonder if he even has a girlfriend."

  The girl's voice died down the moment Jungkook stood up from where he was sitting with his friends, and he looked straight at Seokjin. Maybe he was finally coming over to talk with him. All of Seokjin's hopes were spent on wishing for something that good.

  As Jungkook made his way towards him, the girl gasped, as if he was walking over to her. Seokjin suddenly felt bad for her, but he simply took his earphones out and stood up as Jungkook got closer to him.

  Bingo.

  "Captain."

  Jungkook chuckled as he stepped up to him. "You sure are determined, huh?" Seokjin dismissed the girl's disappointed sigh behind him. It felt sort of good, though, to have Jungkook walk up to him instead of her.

  "So..?" He wrapped his earphones around his phone and shoved it into his hoodie pocket. "Have you thought about it? The audition?"

  Then, Jungkook was shrugging. "I've got time. Think I wanna hear you try to convince me just one last time before I decide anything." He smirked as Seokjin huffed, lips settling into a pout. "Well? Don't keep me waiting here. You want me or not?"

  Seokjin— for some reason— found himself blushing, his ears turning hot. Maybe it was because he could feel the two eyes staring into the back of his head. Maybe Jungkook's words could've been used differently.

  "Can we talk about it somewhere else..?"

  "Oh?" Jungkook raised his eyebrow. "Somewhere else? Are you asking me to go somewhere more private with you?"

  The blush sank in deeper. "That's... That's not what I mean, of course! We can go to the study room or the library— even the cafe— or one of our dorms if you just want to. I mean—"

  "Our dorms, huh?"

  Why does he keep making it worse?!

  "If you just want to take it to a more private place, my roommate wouldn't bother us or anything." He could practically tell what the girl behind him was thinking; the worst of the worst. "To practice, of course. Nothing more. Purely for showing you the script and maybe some of the songs."

  Jungkook smiled— it is cute and hot. "I told you to convince me more. I never said yes."

  He nearly wanted to roll his eyes at him, but he instead reached out to the captain's wrist and pulled him along as he began walking, the younger surprisingly not holding back as he was being led to Seokjin's dorm building.

  Those girls weren't minding their business! They needed to leave!

  He let go of Jungkook's wrist the moment they started getting weird looks all around the campus. They were already coming up to his dorm anyway.

  "Oh. Yoongi isn't here," he stated as they walked in, the dorm empty. Jungkook followed, obedient. "Now." He sat down on his bed and patted the spot next to him, to which Jungkook took a seat on. "Do you want me to beg you to join or something?"

  A smirk. "Precisely."

  He sighed. "I already have been." He took his phone out and pulled up a photo of the original cast of the musical, showing Jungkook one of the people. "You would play his character so well. Your singing even fits the same, because your voice was so soft. I am begging you. We hardly have anybody willing to audition, so it would really help us out, and it would make our director happy. She's looked sad because of our problem, and she's the most precious woman ever! You'd think so too when you meet her. We really, really are desperate for—"

  "Okay, okay," Jungkook let out. Seokjin pursed his lips to stop himself, turning over to look at him.

  "Okay, you'll do it?"

  Jungkook shrugged. "I may need to see a video of the play before I go saying anything." He looked down at Seokjin's phone screen. "Do you have that?" Seokjin nodded. Of course, he'd searched a full video of the musical already. He does every time. "Can we watch it then?"

  "Uh." He looked at the time on his phone. Three-thirty-nine. "The musical is a little over two hours long."

  "Okay, and?" the younger questioned. "I don't even know what the play is about. What? You don't want me to watch it or something?"

  "I—" He looked back down at his phone, tiny in his hand. "Of course we can watch it. It's on my phone. It's just... my phone is kind of small and we'd have to watch it on there."

  "I don't mind that." Jungkook glanced down at himself. "Wish I had more comfortable clothes to wear, though. All I have is this sweater. It's too hot in here and if we're gonna watch a three-hour video, I want to be comfortable at least."

  He stood up, but Seokjin was quick to do so as well. "Wait. Just wear one of my t-shirts. We're the same size, right?" He went over to his side of the closet, not hearing Jungkook protest, so he took out one of his plain white t-shirts, throwing it in his direction. Of course, Jungkook caught it— baseball player on alert.

  But before Seokjin could even understand what he'd just begun, Jungkook was grabbing ahold of the hem of his sweater, tugging it up and over his head.

  Oh.

  Seokjin's breath hitched. As Jungkook lifted his arms over his head, his muscles had stretched and his very nicely toned abs were on full display.

  It even seemed like he took extra long to take it off as if he was giving Seokjin a show— one he never knew he needed until just now.

  Damn, he's gorgeous all over.

  He shook the thought away, shuddering as Jungkook put the t-shirt on instead. But this time, his arms were out. Free arms. Muscles. A very toned man. And judging by the tight jeans he'd seen on Jungkook before, the man must be as gorgeous everywhere else.

  His thoughts got even worse as they turned on the musical.

  They watched it together, so of course Seokjin had offered that they lie down on his bed together. The smallest bed ever, evidently.

  He and Jungkook were lying so close and though Seokjin was the one who held up the phone between them and though he was the one who wanted Jungkook to be interested, he couldn't help but be interested in something else, with Jungkook's entire body in mind.

  He's so gorgeous. The sweatshirts and usual sweatpants he had seen him in just needed to stay away from him. They did him no justice. All they did was hide away the glory.

  Nearly at the end of the musical, Jungkook nodded, humming in approval.

  "Not too bad," he muttered more likely to himself. "This guy doesn't have too many lines. I could do that."

  Seokjin cleared his throat. "Well, he died in the very beginning, so of course he doesn't have many lines. He sings in like- two songs. That's why I said he's a perfect role for you."

  Again, Jungkook hummed.

  "Okay, fine." His eyes were still set on the screen as the ending played through. "I'll audition."

  Seokjin felt like screaming out of joy. "Yes! Thank you! Oh my gosh, you'll do so well. We can practice together. I'm auditioning for the main role. We'd be the main characters!"

  Jungkook smiled in return. Wider than he'd seen him do before. "We would, wouldn't we?"

——

  That was how Seokjin ended up getting Jungkook to practice with him every day for three weeks— minus the days they couldn't.

  He had told himself that Jeon Jungkook needed to audition, told himself he could get Jungkook to be persuaded within a week, and was confident that he could help prepare Jungkook.

  Jungkook was easy to teach.

  But what Seokjin hadn't told himself was that there might would be a slight chance that maybe— maybe Jeon Jungkook was the most perfect man he's ever laid eyes on.

  It went like this...

  The first day of practice was a mix between studying lines and songs. Jungkook's singing voice was just as incredible with the songs that his character had, and he was so willing— so proud of himself after learning a few lines and being able to act them out— with Seokjin's praise, of course.

  And yeah, Seokjin praised him. He deserved it! He's good at everything!

  The first week of practicing, they had gotten familiar with each other. Acting became easier, singing together was more relaxed and Jungkook wasn't as shy as he had been, so he was more confident in how he sang. Seokjin had even gotten Jungkook a script of his own.

  The second week of practice had become even easier. They were both learning together. Both of them studied the lines, memorized how to act together— thanks to how goofy they were with each other in between mess-ups, it was so easy to be comfortable.

  They even started eating dinners together, when Jungkook would come over to Seokjin's dorm; he brought the food along.

  So, so comfortable already.

  But Seokjin had started feeling a bit too comfortable. He started liking hanging out with Jungkook a bit more than he thought he ever would. Jungkook is popular and hangs out with his team all the time. He thought he'd be stuck-up and cocky, but he wasn't.

  He's the opposite.

  Even when he saw Seokjin on campus, he'd leave his friend group and run up to the older, wrapping his arm around his shoulder and saying "Hey, we're still practicing on Wednesday, right?" And of course they were. Seokjin hadn't ever canceled. Why would he?

  Why would he deliberately miss out on seeing Jungkook? He would never.

  The third week became so much worse.

  Jungkook started becoming nervous as they were halfway to auditions. He'd never auditioned before. He'd never really sang in front of people before— except for his family and friends on karaoke-night, he had told Seokjin.

  Seokjin had told him not to worry.

  His voice is like an angel's. The only thing Jungkook had to worry about was if he forgot lines or if he had stage fright. But Jungkook plays baseball in front of people and he told Seokjin that his memory is pretty good, for the most part. Thankfully.

  So, Seokjin was confident for him.

  He just wasn't so confident of himself. Not about the musical; he'd nailed auditions left in right since middle school.

  His confidence was more towards the sudden butterfly-feeling in his stomach every time Jungkook would greet him with his stupidly cute grin and his stupidly gorgeous face.

  He had such pure reactions to everything, the most healing laugh he'd ever heard, the purest heart— he'd learned that by Jungkook's compliments and how he'd sometimes bring in his own water bottle just to water the poor plant that Yoongi— his roommate— had left to die a horrible and dry death. Jungkook's big, round eyes as he poured the water into the plant always made Seokjin smile.

  He had found himself smiling around Jungkook all the time.

  The fourth week.

  Auditions were right around the corner and Jungkook had been shifting a bit nervously now. He'd been going over lines and singing to himself more frequently. Seokjin never thought that he'd be this wanting for the part.

  Seokjin had caused this.

  "Don't be so nervous, Jungkook-ah." He laid down on his bed, patting the spot next to him. "Just rest for a bit. We'll start again in a minute."

  Rest; Jungkook plopped down obnoxiously, his face planting right into Seokjin's pillow.

  "It's gonna suck," he mumbled into the pillow. It was almost so quiet that he hardly heard it. That was probably the point.

  It took a moment of possibly deciding against doing so, but Seokjin broke down on his determination, finally settling his hand down on the back of Jungkook's head, running his fingers through his hair to try and... soothe him?

  "You'll do just fine. Stop talking about yourself like that."

  Jungkook was silent.

  Maybe it was best that way.

——

  The day of auditions.

Seokjin was anxious, sure, but he'd never let that show on his face as he was called upon the stage. He never did.

Honestly, he was more nervous for Jungkook. All these weeks, he had tried his best to teach, to prepare the younger, to practice with him, and today was finally the day that they would see just how well Jungkook does without him.

He knew he'd do well.

Jungkook's too good to not do well.

Seokjin had that burning feeling in his chest as he walked up on stage and looked down at the director. He gave one good glance to the younger, who was sitting off to the side where he was hard to find.

Seokjin still found him.

His audition went well, he knew, because he saw how pleased the director was. She's always adored Seokjin— and likewise!

After his audition was over, he went straight to Jungkook and sat by him.

"You did great, hyung," he whispered. Then, "I'm actually really nervous."

His eyebrows here drawn close together and his eyes pierced whoever was on the stage right then. Seokjin quietly held his hand out, not expecting much but a playful swat. Jungkook's eyes landed on his open hand, then he looked back up into his eyes.

"Hm."

He took Seokjin's hand in his own and pulled it to his lap, holding tight. Not a swat. It was a feeling even better than Seokjin had imagined it to be; holding Jungkook's hand.

Had it calmed him? Did Jungkook grip so tightly onto his hand so that he could calm his nerves or had he wanted to hold Seokjin's hand just as much as he wanted to hold his?

That's horrible thinking.

He shouldn't think such things. And he shouldn't have sunk back into his seat in defeat as Jungkook's name was called— just because Jungkook had to let go of his hand.

He looked down at Seokjin, who gave him a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, captain. You'll do great."

Jungkook smiled back at him.

He went up onto that stage, rubbing his hands together nervously as he greeted the director. She looked so pleased and intrigued to see the captain of the baseball team willing to audition. She was going to love him.

Sure enough, she started the audition with Jungkook's strong suit; his singing.

Perfect.

The moment Jungkook began singing, his voice so light and pretty, she and a few of the students there as well were completely silent— just like Seokjin had been when he wanted to listen to the boy singing in the bathroom.

Seokjin's eyes fell back and forth from Jungkook to her, seeing Jungkook's wide and unsure eyes and seeing her big smile and bright eyes. She looked excited just by Jungkook's singing voice alone. He hadn't even fully auditioned yet. She seemed even more pleased with Jungkook's audition so far than she did with Seokjin's!

"You have a wonderful voice," she announced, smiling from ear to ear as Jungkook laughed nervously to himself. "Surprisingly so shy, and you have a quite small voice, but—" she hummed— "we have microphones on stage. We shouldn't have to worry about that."

She was talking as if Jungkook had already gotten the part. He hadn't even started to act yet! That didn't matter, though.

That didn't matter because even as Jungkook went over the part she had asked him to, he had done so well. Luckily, the part was a normal teenage boy, so it wasn't as hard of a role as it could've been, but this was a one-time thing and Seokjin was so proud as his teacher stared back at him with stars in her eyes.

After his audition was over, Jungkook made his way to Seokjin and immediately reached for his hand.

"You nailed that," he whispered to him. "She loves you. I can tell."

Jungkook pulled Seokjin's hand to his chest— which earned a blush in return, but Jungkook didn't notice— and he mouthed the word "feel".

His heartbeat was going wild.

Still, he smiled. He was happy with the way his audition went as well.

——

"I'm so nervous."

Seokjin opened the email on his phone and scanned the names. He smiled immediately upon seeing Jungkook's name on the list of people who had gotten a part in the play.

"Oh my gosh!" Jungkook wrapped his arms around Seokjin, eyes wide as he looked at the screen. "No way! Holy—"

"You got the part!"

"You did too!" he exclaimed.

Of course, Seokjin got the part. And he gets to act with Jungkook in the musical! They get to work together more! "Jungkook-ah! I'm so proud of you. You were so nervous for nothing." He really was proud. How could he not be?

He wasn't only proud.

As Jungkook pulled away and their eyes met, Seokjin was happy that he took it upon himself to get him to audition. But something about the way he'd been having that weird butterfly-like feeling in his stomach just made things... not so fun.

He knew he'd been developing feelings.

It just sucked because not only did Jungkook not ask for this— but he was practically talked into it— just for Seokjin to catch feelings. Well, at least he had gotten the part.

"Proud of me? I'm proud of you. You had to work hard for the main part, hyung. Just because you've been doing it longer doesn't make it any less impressive." He got up from Seokjin's bed and stretched. "We should go buy an expensive dessert and celebrate. Doesn't that sound good?" he smiled.

Seokjin agreed. Dessert sounded great.

"You just wanted an excuse to get food."

As he stood up, Jungkook was still smiling at him. "Don't you think we deserve it?"

Of course. They worked their asses off.

"I mean," he shrugged, "after an audition like that... I think you may deserve the world, Jungkook-ah." He smiled in return, his heart feeling fuzzy at his own words. Perhaps Jungkook does deserve the world. Perhaps Jungkook's gaze made his heart do the thing, too. Perhaps the silence did.

Jungkook took a step forward.

Not towards the door.

He took another step forward and settled his hand on Seokjin's waist, then looked down at his own hand. He thought Jungkook was just playing around, but the silence was so much and Jungkook's touch was too warm. Jungkook's eyes were too focused.

Seokjin felt like he was daydreaming the moment Jungkook's eyes landed on his lips.

What is he thinking?

Still, instead of speaking, he rested his other hand on Seokjin's waist. One step at a time. Seokjin felt like he'd explode any minute now.

"Hyung?"

He shivered, his hairs standing up everywhere— his neck, his arms, his legs.

"Yes?" he whispered.

Jungkook's eyes were back on his. He pulled Seokjin closer and wrapped his arms completely around his waist, fire-hot on Seokjin's skin as he did so. Everything felt warm. Everything felt unreal.

It was even more unreal the moment Jungkook leaned in and closed the gap between them, taking Seokjin's lips in as the older stood frozen in place.

His heart was racing as Jungkook's lips moved against his. Jungkook was actually kissing him.

He decided not to let the moment go.

He kissed back, finally back on earth, and he cupped Jungkook's cheeks to pull him closer. Jungkook's hands moved from their spot, gently rubbing at Seokjin's waist and back as they continued.

It was Jungkook to pull back first. "Want you," he muttered, then his lips were back on Seokjin's, both of them holding on tighter with those words in mind.

Seokjin pushed past his lips with his tongue, both having the same idea as their hot tongues met, wet and so smooth as they tried to catch breaths between kissing.

Jungkook held tight onto Seokjin's shirt, so Seokjin pulled away completely, seeing their chests rising and falling quickly.

"What're we... doing?"

Jungkook frowned at him. "I just told you I want you."

"Want me?"

Jungkook's head fell. Seokjin felt like he'd ruined the moment. "I like you. I'm sorry... I just thought..."

Sorry?! Is he crazy? Or has Seokjin gone crazy? Jeon Jungkook, captain of the baseball team, the popular guy, the one the girls drool over— is confessing to him?

The guy Seokjin likes is confessing to him?

"Don't apologize," he was sure and impossibly quick to say, "I like you too. More than I ever should have. Come here."

He lifted the younger's chin back up, Jungkook's eyes smiling back at him before an actual smile formed on his lips. He brought him into another kiss, a sweet gesture to reassure him— this time pulling away before Jungkook could add tongue into the mix.

"I can't believe this."

Jungkook grinned back at him. "I sort of can." He pulled Seokjin in by his hands and nuzzled into his neck. "You're pretty obvious, hyung."

  Oh.

"Unbelievable."

Jungkook chuckled. "My friends always tease me about you." He pulled away from Seokjin and smirked. "Figure I could give them something to really tease me for." A lovely little kiss was pressed on Seokjin's cheek.

"Oh, really?" Seokjin gladly returned the kiss, Jungkook's smile meaning everything at the moment. "We'll give them something to tease Mr. 'I Don't Sing' about, then."

Before he knew it, Jungkook was bringing him right back into a now playful kiss.

Right where he belonged.

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