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It reads 6th June 6:30 am on his phone which was already buzzing with notifications. It’s two hours to opening hour and Jungkook is already tired.

He stared down at his adorable Doberman sitting down alert and obedient in his dog house, that read ‘Head of Security’. Jungkook knows he’s biding his time, already dreading walking into the glass doors.
Bam could probably sense it too.

Almost a year ago he had come from Busan, a fresh business major with no dreams but to come help his grandfather run ‘Nagwon’ in Seoul after the loss of his grandmother.

A cafe that he proclaimed to be magical. All because his grandmother used to do shamonic readings, the area he still kept for the aesthetics and well, her memory.

To Jungkook, from a business perspective it’s the only gig going on for a hole in a wall cafe like Nagwon to be successful in a place like Seoul.
That and its proximity to HopeWorld dance and fitness with its A-list celebrity clientele and conveniently placed café posters alongside the sunshine of a man recommending it.

So Yes, Jungkook should be doing quite well, but then he hired 3 broke college students and a high school drop out because his patisserie was in tears and said he’d quit if he can’t provide employment for his soulmates (in hindsight Jungkook already gave the others their forms and messed with Yeonjun as payback for feeding him marmite pastries).

As a day goes : Soobin quietly does the dishes and closes the shop. Beomgyu walks in louder than a train horn, opening and complaining about the closing staff (two of his soulmates) not cleaning under the tables (that they were making out on). Kai had fallen off his chair while cackling at Soobin practically rapping his concerns in anger while lovingly holding Beomgyu’s hands.
Yeonjun starts swearing loudly from somewhere behind in the kitchens all while Taehyun stares at Jungkook and his eye bags apologetically.

“We tried hyung but I don’t think I can make the delivery on time.”

Jungkook sighed, but patted the younger’s head. He had an undeniably soft spot for Taehyun.
“Take whatever’s already ready out, I’ll get the rest and throw in some freebies to make up for it okay?”

Taehyun nodded and immediately scurried back into the kitchen to get the order.

The entrance bell rang, despite the obvious closed sign. But it wasn’t a customer.

It was the light of Jungkook's life, Jung Hoseok.

Most individuals in the world after turning 21, have their soulmate mark form once they meet their soulmates.

And this was the one man on the entire planet that Jungkook wished was his.

About 7 months ago, on the day they met Jungkook immediately went back to his room all excited searching head to toe for a mark that never formed because he was that sure.

“Good morning! Jayykayy”, he greeted cheerfully. And if Jungkook swooned you didn’t see it.

Why does he glow like the fucking sun? Why do his giggles sound like angels singing? Why is his shirt low enough for his collar bones to peek out, haunting Jungkook's life? How is his skin so clear? How does he smell better than a whole cafe when he comes back from a workout? Does he taste as good?

“Hey hyung, I’ll get your coffee ready”, Kai greeted from the back shutting his inner monologue.

“Thank you broo”, he shouted out before turning back to Jungkook eyes full of concern, “Gukkkiee, you didn’t come for the morning session, I was worried”, Hoseok whined and put his hand on Jungkook’s forehead.

This man here is the reason Jungkook blasts laufey on the karaoke machine at 3 am till a half-asleep Yeonjun walks in and hurls a pillow at him.

He sometimes regrets renting out his spare room to the menaces.

“I’m fine hyung just another normal day, haha”, a thud resounded startling them both followed by a meek “sorry”.
Jungkook’s eye began twitching.

“You need sleep Kook, let hyung help out?”, Hoseok looked extremely concerned and Jungkook internally winced at how unattractive his tired face must look.

“No hyung, you’re busy enough with your new clients, rumors have it a certain ‘National son-in-law’ paid visit”, Jungkook waggled his eyebrows.

Hoseok giggled, “Kim Seokjin is truly an enigma, but you wanna know a secret Kook?”

Jungkook leaned in heart thumping against his chest at the proximity as Hoseok whispered, “he’s definitely not straight ”,
Jungkook gasped “No fucking way?” as Hoseok solemnly nodded.

Hoseok hummed in contemplation, “I think my gaydar was never off when I see him on screen because despite his loud nature he’s really secretive but-” he paused, “Definitely checked my ass out”.

“Oh my god??”

“I know I know”

Before he could ask more, Kai had broken them out of the little bubble by calling for Hoseok’s Iced Americano.

“I’ll see you later tonight and by then you better have taken a rest yeah?”, Hoseok lovingly threatened him.

“Yes hyung I will,” Jungkook sighed, pushing him towards the door.

And so he walked away, petting Bam on his way out, with Jungkook's heart in his little neon pocket.

Sad violin music spread over the shop, Jungkook groaned and glared at Beomgyu cackling.

“Can you stop and actually do what I’m paying you for.”

Beomgyu gasped in mock horror, “Jungkookie hyungnim, I always wholeheartedly contribute the talents that I was hired for”, he flipped his hair.

“You are hired by nepotism”, Soobin deadpanned. “Technically all of us are”.

“TAKE THAT BACK, Hyung tell him that’s not true”

Jungkook shrugged, he too was running a cafe out of nepotism so he shouldn’t be the one to speak up.

Beomgyu gasped in mock hurt, “I’ll have you known that I have devised a new marketing strategy that is fool-proof”, Jungkook winced.
The last time Beomgyu executed a ‘marketing strategy’ he stayed up till 4 am cleaning up glitter residues.

Till date he still finds glitter in crevices of his body that glitter had no business being in.

“Absolutely not”, Jungkook declared turning to the clock, he needed to make the delivery by 9, he walked into the kitchen tapping on a very focused Yeonjun.

“How are the cupcakes doing? Are we really not gonna make it on time?”

“Maybe, if everything goes well, I’ll be done in 10 minutes”

Jungkook relaxed and patted on his butt encouragingly.
“Where is this delivery?”, Kai asked, munching on a failed batch.

“Some Veterinary Hospital opening, apparently Beomgyu tried to set hyung up with the hot blonde doctor”, Yeonjun chuckled while Jungkook rolled his eyes, picking up his jacket and dusting the flour off.

“Please stop the obsession over my love life”, he pleaded.

“Please stop pining over Hobi hyung in front of us then?”

Low blow. Jungkook just pouted at them.
It’s not his fault that they found their soulmates as soon as Kai turned 21, perhaps some people are meant to be lonely.

“Ooh and also that customer who comes at 7pm in shorts”, Kai jeered.
“You mean Thunder thighs”, Soobin mused from the side

Jungkook groaned throwing his head back, “I’m going to fire you three”.

“Good luck running it with Beomgyu then”, Kai laughed.

At the reminder he went and warned Beomgyu against his schemes, after which he finally managed to pack things up and leave for the order.

It was a cute beige building not too far from the shop. He could definitely see himself bringing Bam for check up. He waved at a relieved looking Taehyun who came out running.

“Hyung! Oh my god! Right on time, you did it.”

Jungkook giggled in response. “We’re off by 7 minutes though”.

Taehyun rolled his eyes, “You can’t take that seriously”.

“Every minute counts Taehyunnie”

They both unloaded the orders and got to arranging the table which was an easy task as Taehyun preps well. Jungkook realised they forgot to get the cafe business cards, so he pulled some outfrom his fuzzy bunny wallet.

Taehyun immediately cracked up looking at it, Jungkook shrugged as always, declaring it’s comfortable in the back pocket.

He was laying down the cards when he heard an airy, melodious voice call for Taehyun. And then his heart stopped.

Jungkook never thought blonde hair would look natural on Koreans but at the moment the man in front of him looked more of a celestial being than Korean. He was ready to fall to his feet to worship.

Then Taehyun’s voice brought him back to earth, “Doctor Park, this is our cafe owner Jungkook Hyung”

The golden doctor had made an “o” with his (very kissable) mouth and laid out his hand for a clearly stumped Jungkook to shake.
“Nice to meet you, I loved visiting your cafe, I’m Park Jimin”

“Jeon Jungkook, I hope we haven’t caused any inconvenience”

His hand is extremely soft, Jungkook noticed

“Not at all, this is an absolutely beautiful arrangement, thank you very much”

Jungkook was sweating. He scratched the behind of his ear in nervousness, “well then me and my employee will be out, let us know if you need anything and also congratulations on the opening”.

Jungkook bowed and left quickly dragging behind him a confused Taehyun.

Throughout the ride back Jungkook couldn’t get Park Jimin out of his head, thinking about a million meet-cute scenarios where he could've asked him out. Maybe he would bring Bam for a little check up and ask him for a walk in the park. Or maybe Jimin would come to the cafe and Jungkook would very coolly say it’s “on the house” if he agrees to a date.

No that would be coercion.

He sat behind the counter in a daze for next 7 hours and when he got back to work the cafe bells rang again.

Jungkook could literally swear the man walked in slow motion, head to toe in high end fashion, hair swooped perfectly framing the most ethereal face Jungkook had ever seen.

The man had smiled charmingly at him, and in return Jungkook had forgotten the concept of language.

“I’ll take the caramel ice blended”, his smooth baritone rang out.

“Uh, welcome to Nagwon and one caramel ice blend for?” Jungkook managed to speak out.

“It’s Kim Taehyung, honey”, the Man continued, “actually this may be a weird question to ask but are you my soulmate?”

Jungkook’s brain short circuited and he scratched behind his ear giggling nervously “w-what makes you think that?”

“Well the fact that you’re one of the most gorgeous men I’ve laid eyes on and there was a shaman outside telling people this was the cafe where you’re guaranteed to meet your soulmate”

“I think you’re extremely mistaken”, Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows.

“nope there was even a couple that shared their success story”

“What where?”

The man pulled out his phone, gesturing to look at it.
The success couple looked extremely familiar.

Almost like he sees them every single day at work-familiar.

“Oh yeah and there’s that shaman”

Taehyung pointed out to the sidewalk where another familiar figure dressed in his grandmother's robes was sauntering over to a passerby.

Jungkook politely excused himself and ran over to the sidewalk.

“CHOI BEOMGYU YOU LITTLE SHIT GET BACK HERE”

Beomgyu looked at him cheekily before breaking into a run. Jungkook was chasing him down the street when he bumped into a wall, which caught him in its sturdy comforting arms,

Wait what?

Jungkook looked up and his soul flew out of his body.

It was the 7pm Thunder Thighs. Jungkook winces the fact that they drilled that name into his head.

Said beefy, delicious man, was looking down at him in concern.

The man widened his eyes turning his dragon like gaze into a Labrador
“Are you alright?”, he grunted out.

Fuck how’s his voice so deep?

Jungkook doesn’t understand why he’s running into all these gorgeous men today of all days.
But he’s not complaining because the view right now… massive voluptuous chest right in his face, he’s already dying a happy death.

And so like the main lead in a soap opera that he is, Jungkook batted his eyelashes and nodded.

“That’s a relief”, the chest boomed, and the gorgeous face attached to it smiled at him, two adorable dimples popping out to devastate his already growing heart boner. He could feel a sweat bead run behind his ear causing it to itch.

Now this was a lot for Jungkook, he stood back on his feet, racking his brain for all the pick up lines he’s ever scrolled on google,
The ‘I think I've fallen for you’ must be it, Jungkook truly was a genius.

Jungkook opens his mouth.

Except Beomgyu had thrown the cafe flyers at their faces and Jungkook realised he needed to put that kid on a leash.

And so the handsome lead in Jungkook’s 7 second k-drama was forgotten in the sheer rage emancipating from his body as he caught the kid and threw him over his shoulder.

And then threw him on top of Kai and Soobin the other conspirators.
“Timeout, all of you”, he panted out.

When Jungkook returned back to the cafe, Taehyung was still there sipping on his drink, eyes narrowed on a couple in the cafe.

He felt guilty as he walked up to him, “Listen Taehyung-ssi about the whole soulmate thing I’m sorry bu-”

“Shh look”, Taehyung interrupted, pointing towards a couple that were enveloped tightly in embrace.

“Uhh”

Taehyung lazily blinked up at him, “they walked in separately 3 minutes ago and their soulmate mark appeared”.

Jungkook had his mouth hanging open at that, “it-it must be a coincidence”

Suddenly the cafe bells jingled and in walked Park Jimin holding up Jungkook’s fuzzy wallet with a brilliant smile.

Jungkook patted down his pockets in instinct and immediately flushed.

“Oh Jungkook-ssi, You forgot your cute little wallet in the hospital and it gave me a reason to come see you”, Jimin winked with his eyes adorably crinkled into crescents.

He held his hand out to give Jungkook his wallet. When out of nowhere Taehyung snatched Jimin’s hand, inspecting his fingers in awe.

Jungkook frowned in confusion as he picked his wallet from the floor.
Rude.
But understandable, Jimin had the most precious fingers, he’s seen them for 3 seconds but he would also jump at the chance to grab and stare at them.

“Uh excuse me”, Jimin croaked out suddenly, quieting down at the sight of Taehyung in tears.

“It’s you!”, he squealed and frantically began shoving his trouser up his left leg.

Before Jungkook could comprehend and remind him they were in a public place, Jimin gasped into his other hand. Taehyung brought the blonde’s finger towards the dark mark on his thigh as if to match them.

Jungkook clutched on to his fuzzy wallet like his life depended on it, “ uh excuse me” he squeaked and ran into the kitchen.

There’s no way this is happening.

Beomgyu’s dumb marketing technique can't be actually working like this.

So he did the most logical thing and made a call.

“Hello Mingyu yah, I have a little favor”

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In his almost three decades of life, Jungkook believes he has seen miracles and tragedies alike. His parents getting him his first motorcycle, agreeing to let him drop out of college, the passing of his grandmother and finally moving to Seoul in order to run Nagwon.

But he doesn’t know where to place the event of “I don’t do commitment” Kim Mingyu getting aggressively flirted on by not one, but TWO men rubbing their hands up and down his arm, where now lies a fresh soulmate mark.

Jungkook saw as he bid them farewell and ran back to the counter, his eyes sparkling in joy.

“I take it, that it went well”, Jungkook gritted his teeth.

The audacity of the beef cake to actually blush and sigh in front of someone chronically single.

“They said I captured their heart like warm amber mist lingering amidst the rustle of autumn leaves.”

“Pretty sure that’s manure”, Jungkook retorted, at which mingyu smacked him.

“You know what they said they found four more of us”, he said excitedly, “I’m going to meet them tonight”

“Really, good for you”, Jungkook fake giggles.

“Also here, the convenience store coupon you wanted”, Mingyu handed the flyer and patted his head while solemnly nodding, “you too will find love one day, my friend”

So this is Jungkook’s cursed life now, he collects discount coupons while Mingyu gets a whole harem to himself.

He stared in disgust (jealousy) as the other walked away, grumbling to himself about useless men with muscles (being one himself).

“Uh excuse me, You’re um spilling the drink”, Jungkook got startled and looked down at his hand where he squeezed up a customer’s order.

He immediately got to cleaning while apologising to the customer, who was reassuring him softly.

“It's totally alright, you seem to be having a difficult time recently”

What an understatement.

Jungkook nodded, finally taking note of the man in front of him and immediately freezed.

7pm, Thunder- That’s not his name. He looked down and sure enough, tight black shorts begging to be torn off at the seam.

“thighs”, he mumbled absentmindedly.

“Hmm? Do I have something on my shorts?”, the other asked.

Jungkook blinked and straightened up.

“Um no, I was just wondering where you got them because uh, I work out too and stuff hah”

“Oh yeah”, The man’s eyes lit up, “This is a merchandise from Hope World studio, I work out there so I wanted to show my support, but this was 2XL I don’t know why it’s tight”.

Oh my god, Bless Hoseok for conning him.

“Oh yeah me too”, Jungkook replied, replacing his drink and picking up his marker, pausing as he realised he didn’t know the other’s name and writing “thunder thighs” wasn’t the ideal solution.

As if sensing his dilemma, “Kim Namjoon”, the man said continuing in a low tone, “let’s work out together, if we run into each other Jungkook-ssi”

Jungkook looked up at Namjoon who was smiling with both dimples on display unsure if he would actually survive that, “sure um Namjoon-ssi” he replied, testing out the name in his mouth.

He watched as the tall clumsy giant walked away with his drink after stumbling on a stool.

Kim Jungkook sounds nice, or even better Jeon Namjoon, oh and maybe bam should get a sibling maybe a cat? , a house in the hills, Namjoon definitely looks like a nature type of guy.

“Hyungnim! I think we can close up now”, Soobin yelled, pulling Jungkook back to reality. He groaned internally.

After “the incident”, the news of the “magical cafe” took off so well, Jungkook had to close earlier than normal because of the abnormal number of people pooling in.

Apparently Kim Taehyung was a famous writer and blogger who announced that his next novel is going to be based on Jungkook’s cafe.

And it also didn’t help that Beomgyu had given multiple “interviews” of how he has evidence of the mating spirits that have once been worshipped in the cafe who have been awakened suddenly.

“One thing about the love of my life”, Yeonjun sighed staring at him, “if he were to drown, his lips would float just so he could continue yapping”.

Jungkook officially hasn't slept well in Six days. He had to make the most while the hype lasts, so he worked non stop on marketing towards the trend. Designing photo spots, special items catering to soulmates on the menus and had also made a deal with a supplier for couple accessories, which were a hit.

Hoseok had to quite literally tackle him to the bed the previous day and keep him cuddled for like 10 minutes before he passed out.

Taehyung and Jimin had made it a point to visit the cafe every other day. Fans usually gather around the former to get their book signed and while Jungkook was grateful for more business, a part of him really just wanted them to have a quiet time (he wanted their time but he wouldn’t admit that).

He couldn’t help but easily be fond of them both. They were both kind, successful, gorgeous and actually paid attention to what he had to say.

On top of it all they were extremely flirty.

On Tuesday afternoon, Taehyung had stumbled over the stool because he didn’t take his eyes off of Jungkook while talking and had pouted to Jimin “Jiminieeee I stubbed my toe, kiss it better”

Jimin had giggled in response, “Later, I need to use the restroom”, and Taehyung had got up with a “yes my love” so fast, Jimin had to push him back onto his seat with a stern “Stay”.

Jungkook could swear his invisible tail turned down.

“Keep Jungkookie company, honey, I’ll be right back”, Jimin kissed him on the mouth in a way you would think he’s leaving the country.

As Taehyung’s invisible tail wagged happily again, Jungkook realised how embarrassing it was for him to enjoy watching them, to wish he was in the middle of them.

Jungkook patted his palms on his cheeks in order to get a reality check. He seriously can’t be thinking romantically about two men who aren’t his soulmates.

It hurts him every time that they act extremely affectionately towards him, always greeting him with a “kookoo-yah” (he absolutely loved the nickname) and a tight hug from across the counter, on some days, even a cheek kiss.

The whole thing was definitely stressful for someone who had been touch starved for most of his life.

It was never nice to pent up so many feelings together, but he didn’t think he had a choice.
Another day is coming to a close in Nagwon.

Jungkook scratched behind his ear, he could feel line-like bumps against the tip of his finger but he ignored it, reminding himself to get it checked.

Soobin was cramming for a test that was coming up. Jungkook walked out from the counter, patting his butt encouragingly. The boy groaned and dropped his head into the book.

He giggled to himself and turned towards a customer that had rushed in just before he could put up the closed sign.

"Hi, Can I have an Iced Americano, to go?”, the person drawled in a familiar accent.

Jungkook did not have the heart to tell him they were closed. He also had days when he couldn’t survive without the emergency coffee run. Especially when the man’s thick accent had taken him back to his days in daegu.

What’s another Americano right?

"Sure” Jungbook nodded, "One Iced Americano for?"

"Min Yoongi"

Jungkook’s heart felt like it stopped.

There’s no way.

The person wore a hat and a mask but the accent and the lazy way of talking couldn’t be mistaken for another.

"Min.. Yoongi..from Daegu?"

The stranger chuckled “is my accent that obvious”, on receiving no response at that he had finally looked up and squinted at the other at a lack of response.

"Jeonggukkie?"

From somewhere seventeen year old Jungkook’s frozen heart began pounding again.

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When he was seventeen, as one does Jungkook had gone through a “rebellious phase”.

He no longer wanted to be the sweet boy known to perform girl group choreography in his free time.
No, Jungkook listens to real music now, he’s cool and listens to hip hop.

His grades dropped, he got into fights just because his friends did. It had reached a point when his paternal grandfather, known to be a veteran that values discipline, decided to take matters into his own hands.

During one of his visits, he suggested his parents send Jungkook with him to Daegu for a while till things get less hectic for them.

And so after two days of full blown tantrums Jungkook was sent away to spend his vacations with his grandfather. Initially he planned to just stay in his room all day on his phone sulking, but then his grandfather yelled at him to come down and meet someone.

Then there he was, mint coloured hair and multiple piercings, in all his hot boy glory stood Min Yoongi, the embodiment of Hip-Hop.

Jungkook never felt his heart skip at the sight of a boy until that moment thkat their eyes met.
“So you’re the little Jeonggukie huh?”, the elder had said almost in a bored tone, “I’m your Hyung yah”.

How was he so cool and aloof? How is his strict grandfather introducing someone like him proudly? Since when is Daegu this cool?
And so the rest of his vacations were spent exploring his new enigma of a Hyung.

Yoongi had taught Jungkook everything about basic household work, cooking and even a little plumbing, skills that have translated well into his present life as a cafe owner and a lowkey parent of five chaotic children.

Jungkook went along with all of it because of one promise, Yoongi would show him how he produced his tracks for his rap group and took him to the underground rap battles.

He would watch in awe as his Hyung destroyed Older big name rappers in mere seconds. The way his words flew out and the passion in his eyes, all of it combined with the crowd screaming for him, Jungkook had never felt such exhilaration pump through his veins.

The same day, Yoongi would rush them home to watch Iron Man 2 on air, taking Jungkook's hand in his with a huge gummy smile on display.

Jungkook had realised two things that summer:

One was that, there can always exist a balance between your interests and your responsibilities.

And the other was the undeniable fact he was definitely romantically inclined towards boys and one particular boy in particular.

Yoongi, who fed him well, lent him cool clothes, taught him chores, gently coddled him back into being the polite boy again, took him to cool places on his cool motorcycle and above all never scolded him for anything, it was inevitable he fell in love.

And now standing in front of him with the closed up piercings, inky long black hair, the same gummy smile whose memories warmed his heart, as gorgeous as the day they first met, was his Min Yoongi.

Jungkook felt the same rush of unbidden affection run down as tears.
“H-Hyung”, he managed to croak out.

Yoongi cooed, “aigoo our Jeonggukkie is now all grown up, look at you all pretty”, while gently wiping up the younger’s tears, he pulled him into a hug across the counter.

“I can’t believe I’m crying this is so lame,” he wailed as the elder chuckled into his hair, “ I-missed you a lot Hyung”

“I missed you too punk, I can’t believe you’ve gotten taller and bigger”, Yoongi mused pulling back and squeezing at his biceps.

Jungkook chuckled wiping his cheeks, “Ah Hyung, you’re the one who stayed tiny” at which Yoongi raised his eyebrow.

“Well this tiny hyung was going to treat you to drinks but if you’re going to be a little brat..”, he trailed off.
Jungkook immediately sprung up taking his apron off and walking to the front as Yoongi laughed.

“Always eager to empty my pockets aren’t you?”, more like eager at the aspect of spending time with him.

Jungkook shrugged he should play it cool “Free food is free food”, he turned towards Soobin who was staring at Yoongi slack jawed (strange but acceptable his hyung was gorgeous). “Soobin- ah close up for me okay? I’ll be back late”

Soobin shot up a Thumbs up and so Jungkook beamed at Yoongi taking his hand and dragging them out of the cafe, “ Hyung lets get Lamb Skewers, I know this amazing place”

“As you wish little prince,” Yoongi whispered.

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There are multiple things about Jungkook that Hoseok adored from the bottom of his heart, his default pouty face , musical giggles, big ti- uh personality, one of them was a loud hammered Jungkook barely hanging from a poor guy that brought him home.

“HOBI HYUUUNNGGGGGGG”, the younger slurred as the other man winced.

Hoseok held in his giggles as they lay him down on the couch with a grunt.

He looked up to finally acknowledge the man that brought Jungkook home and freezed at the eerily familiar face staring back at him in a similar manner.

Hoseok is usually a polite person who’s good at grasping social cues, but he felt his head stuck as he stared at the gorgeous man in front of him.

“Ooh wait!” Jungkook exclaimed from where he was face planted on the couch, he turned to lay on his back as he mumbled out, “Hobi hyung this is my cat hyung from daegu and Yoongi Hyung this is my Hope hyung from uh down the street, now gdnigh”

Yoongi looked a little red being introduced as such but nevertheless looked oddly endeared as he scratched his neck. Very pretty neck.

He needed to slap himself.

“Yoongi-ssi Right?, Jungkookie’s childhood friend”, Hoseok tried breaking the ice trying to rid his wandering thoughts.

“Ah yes, nice to meet you um..?”

Hoseok smiled to introduce himself , “Jung Hoseok, a close friend of Jungkook, I run a Gym down the street”.

He held out a hand to shake and strangely felt a little light headed as the other shook it. He couldn’t help but rake his eyes over the pale veiny hands.

“Min Yoongi, I’m a Music Producer, Jungkook has spoken a lot about you, thank you for taking care of him”, Yoongi nodded good naturedly at him.

Hoseok smiled, “Ofcourse, only the best for our drunk buddy”.

“If it’s the same as what uh, 7 years ago then he’ll sober up in about 20 minutes and then pass out”, The feline man smirked.

“Oooooh looks like nothing much changed then”, he laughed in response.

“Well then Hoseok-ssi I’ll leave him in your capable hands then,” Yoongi nodded, walking back to the threshold.

Hoseok could just walk him out and go back to Jungkook but something prompted him to say more.

“He had looked for you, you know, for a long time,” he continued, “You’re someone he cherishes a lot so I hope you’d keep visiting from now on”

There was a look on the other’s face that Hoseok couldn’t describe, as if he was a world away from them in a quick second. Yet it was a breathtakingly beautiful sight.

“I’ll keep that in mind, Hoseok-ssi, have a good night”, he bowed and went (waddled?) down the stairs.

Hoseok sighed, closing the door and looking back fondly at the lump on the couch.

It was so familiar of him to drink competitively, a little irresponsibly as well but he supposes, Jungkook of all people deserved to get drunk after the whirlwind of a week.

He trotted to the kitchen to get a glass of water and returned back to the couch to prod at the younger gently, “Kookie-ah get up Hyung got you some water”

Jungkook blinked up at him owlishly, slowly sitting up to take the glass.

Hoseok gently ran his fingers through his hair, brushing away the long stray strands that now framed his face.

“Sober now?”, he asked in amusement as the other hummed at the contact.

He watched as Jungkook set his glass aside and practically melted into his embrace, burrowing his nose into Hoseok’s shoulder.

Sniffing at him like an overgrown puppy. Actually, like His own overgrown puppy.

Yeonjun’s a blessing for putting Bam in his kennel or he would’ve been crushed by both the Doberman and his dad.

Hoseok giggled as Jungkook whined about the alcohol stinking and took his sweatshirt off with a little help, before settling back in his lap.

Jungkook being shirtless was always a treat to his eyes, and he knew the sentiment was not his alone when he had Kim Seokjin himself ask about the “guy with a chronic baby face with and a sleeve tattoo who smells like cupcakes”. Hoseok laughed and gave him a coupon to Nagwon.

Promo is promo.

The apartment was warm, between sounds of laughter from the kids room and rocking the boy in his arms instinctively, he wished he could bottle up moments to live in forever.

He stared at the younger’s eyelids stay barely open, Bambi eyes trying to stare back at him. He could barely breathe.

A forever that wasn’t as cruel to him as his reality.

He gently placed a kiss on his forehead. Jungkook straightened up, leaning his own forehead against his.

Hoseok’s eyes flitted to the petal like lips, so close he could practically taste the peach soju.

“Hyung”, a broken whisper rang out.
He couldn’t help but look back at those eyes.

As the younger leaned in, he quickly got to his senses and placed his fingers between their lips.

He could feel the warm breath against his fingers as closed his own eyes.

He was allowed this much right? To pretend for a little while.

He felt long lashes flutter against his own cheek and sighed out, pulling back to look at the other with his eyes still closed.

Hoseok smiled, “2 minutes to passing out huh?”, gently kissing the moles on his nose and chin.

“Mm sorry hyung”, Jungkook mumbled sleepily.

“It’s okay”, Hoseok whispered back in his ear, pulling him close and laying down on the couch, “I’ll take whatever you give me kookie-ah”

He gently kissed the mark behind his ear. Already knowing the younger has passed out and as always would remember nothing by the morning.

“I’m yours however you’d have me”.

Hoseok closed his eyes blinking tears away.

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Jungkook huffed as he got down from the treadmill, his shirt soaked in sweat which gave him an ick so he took it off.

From his peripheral vision he could see people staring which made him blush. He wondered if Hoseok was watching him too.

After their last sleepover the Gym owner had been strangely distant, always claiming he was too busy to visit.

Jungkook scratched his brain to try and recollect if anything wrong occurred that night, going as far as to text Yoongi about it, speaking of who had been religiously visiting him at the closing hour.

He was lost in his own thoughts when a figure loomed over him thrusting a cute green water bottle into his field of vision.

He looked up to see Namjoon smiling at him with his dimples out. Immediately turning his insides into a mush as he smiled back, taking the bottle graciously.

"I didn't know you had a whole sleeve, looks really cool”, He spoke, pointing to his tattoos. Jungkook blushed as he thanked him quietly.

"Something on your mind?", Namjoon asked, bumping shoulders as he grunted and sat beside him.

Is airing out your personal business to your crush a good way to get closer?

"um", Jungkook began not knowing how to put it into words, "Lately a friend had been really distant with me and I really don't know what went wrong".

"Have you spoken with them?"

He sighed, "They keep saying everything's alright and they're just busy but I just can't help but feel something's up".

Namjoon hummed in response "Maybe they need some alone time”, He Continued, "You overthinking this wouldn't help the case just let your friend simply come around”.

Jungkook nodded: "I guess so."

"Want me to help with that?" Namjoon asked.
"With what?, My sets?"

"Taking your mind off things of course" Namjoon smirked boyishly at his confused face, before straightening up, "Jungkook-ssi how would you like to go out with me?"

No way. He’s dreaming.

There’s a stage infront of him, he’s waving to his audience crying hoding a “thunder things asked me out” plaque

“Oh”, Jungkook felt his face heat up,
”um sure I’d love that uh Namjoon-ssi”, he mumbled after internally celebrating.

“Please just call me hyung”, he smiled his dimples popping, “What time do you clock out?”.

“Around 7pm?”

“Great it’s a date then”, Namjoon stood up smiling cutely.

Date.
He said it’s a date.
Jungkook is going on a date.
With Kim Namjoon, the first of his name, God of thighs and probably broken cutlery.
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Taehyung had felt the sparking eyes narrowing on him halfway through his drink.

Specifically from a particular cutie of a cafe owner.

“So how long do I keep pretending you aren’t boring holes through my head?”, he murmured without looking up from his laptop.

“Oh I uh”, Jungkook stammered checking his nails, “nothing just wondering if you liked your drink or not haha”.

Taehyung looked up and narrowed his eyes, “Spit it out kookie~” he sang.

“Fine, I’m going somewhere nice and need fashion advice”, he sighed in response scratching his hair.

“I knew it”, Taehyung smirked, “Where are you going?”

“There’s an art gallery downtown that’s opening tonight, and um, maybe another cafe as well, anyway I want to look human for once”, Jungkook sighed, eyes cast downward “and um hyung always looks so pretty so I thought I’d ask you”

Taehyung had to look down himself for a second. He readjusted his glasses back on his face clearing his throat.

“Why? isn’t my Kookie always so pretty too though?”, Taehyung poked the other’s cheek playfully, at which he whined out an adorable “Hyung~”.

What a joy it is to be a Hyung. Jungkook’s hyung.

“I didn’t know you were interested in art, I could have taken you there, ooh I bet Jiminie would like to come as well let me send a tex-”

“Hyung no”, Jungkook interrupted, “it’s um a date”.

Immediately Taehyung felt his face fall before he composed himself.

Of course Jungkook is going to be asked on dates, he was so beautiful, smart and kind.

He might even find his soulmate one day and Taehyung has to live with that fact. Jimin as well.

So he forced his eyes to light up in excitement for the other, who was biting his lip nervously.

In another world Taehyung would have kissed him silly and taken him home a prisoner.

“Aww look at you all shy, alright what do you want Hyung to help with?” He asked instead.
-

Ten minutes later Taehyung frowned, rummaging through a closet that looked like black hole.

“Are you aware of the concept of colour Kookie Sajangnim?”

“I do! Look at this”

Taehyung gave a deadpanned look at the White Tee half stained from whatever he didn’t wanna know about.

“You’re not giving me much to work with Sweetheart,” and then oohed at black crop top that got immediately snatched away.

“Interesting” he hummed. It would ruin his life if he saw his boy in that. Maybe Jimin should buy some as well.

“No not that one” Jungkook whined, “Okay, there is a box, to the left , you might get something out of it I guess.”

Taehyung looked in and spotted the cardboard box, humming under his breath as he placed it on the bed.

“Finally, real clothes”, he approved clapping, the younger rolled his eyes playfully, “Now, give hyung a show pretty boy, go on”, he prodded with a green knitwear and skinny jeans.

After 10 outfit changes middle of which Taehyung convinced him to try on the crop top and immediately regretted knowing what that looks like on him, they finally settled on a Cream turtleneck and Taehyung borrowed him his fancy brown coat.

He occupied himself by looking around the room while the other changed, smiling to himself.
It was so very Jungkook. Atleast as much as he knew about him these past months.

The posters on the wall, papers cluttered on the desk, a tiny vanity that doesn’t look used, and finally the cute plushies.

“Do you not have pillows,?”, he could help but ask, settling on the bed.

“Uh no I just used a rolled up towel or my plushies”, the man blushed, smiling cutely, “it’s a little embarrassing I admit but I keep thinking I should get some and then forget”.

Well that’s inconvenient when they’re going to cuddle. If they’re going to cuddle.Taehyung hoped eventually they will cuddle. When will they cuddle?

“What do you think?”, the younger asked breathless, twirling around, “I still think it’s a little too fancy”, he mumbled flapping the coat.

Taehyung felt his heart ache, “You look gorgeous Kookie, we just need to fix your hair and hmm”, he pouted in thought, “thoughts on make up?”

“Oh, um I’m not opposed to wearing some but all the stuff I’ve got is expired”, he scrunched his nose sheepishly.

Clothes, Pillows and Make up then. He needs to spoil his baby rotten and he bets Jimin would know exactly what shades look pretty on him.

“It’s alright, hyung’s got some in my bag here,” , he motioned towards the vanity, “why don’t you sit over there”.

Jungkook nodded obediently and sat in the chair. Poised perfectly like an anime girl. Adorable.

“Well some eyeshadow and gloss could never go wrong”, he mumbled walking over and bending down to Jungkook’s face level as he began working.

He quietly grunted at the discomfort involuntarily.

Almost immediately he found himself pulled down, straight into the younger’s lap. His eyes widened in shock as he grabbed onto his shoulders.

He couldn’t help but notice how close they are. The scent of pastries and detergent?.

Jungkook looks equally alarmed at his own actions, “fuck- sorry I just thought it would be easier this way”

This dangerous bunny.

Taehyung chuckled out murmuring , ”it’s alright, yeah you’re right it is easier”.

Who was he to complain about sitting on a pretty boy’s lap.

He settled himself on his lap and went back to work.
Dusting lightly on the creases of his starry eyes.

He asked Jungkook to close his eyes and then stopped to stare.

He was so beautiful.

Full eyebrows with a hot piercing, Their breaths intermingling as Taehyung waved his brush over his pretty eyes, Pretty moles on his nose and a chocolate chip below his pretty lips.

“Okay you can open now”

He took out his gloss and Jungkook pouted in response, Another piercing glinting deliciously under his fairy lights.

His own bracelets and honey skin looked so good against the natural flush of the younger’s cheeks. He was going to go insane.

He wants to kiss Jungkook.
So desperately.

“Hyung?”, those starry eyes stared back at him as he paused. “Why?, Did you mess it up? You okay? you look pale”

Taehyung blinked and got up, “I’m fine uh, I’m done, you can take a look”.

“Woah hyung it doesn’t even look like me?, are you a magician?”, Jungkook cupped his face and giggled.

“Thank you so much Taehyugie hyungie”

Taehyung just smiled, his joy infectious even if his heart was breaking.

He was in love with Jungkook.

And he sent him away on his date.
His breath shaking at the cruel truth.

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When he got back from the date, Jungkook was surprised to see his cafe open.

He thought the boys would’ve closed by now.

He squinted through the bad lighting. Frowning as he spotted a dark figure perched upon one of his stools.

He assumed it was Yoongi given the timing but he remembered texting the other that he would be out the whole day.

“I’ve been waiting a long time”, a weirdly familiar voice interrupted him at the entrance, way too melodious to belong to his hyung.

And then the figure turned around as ominous music played in the speakers. (Beomgyu’s doing, he’s sure)

Jungkook’s heart stopped.

“You’re a difficult man to reach Jeon Jungkook-ssi”, he swirled his (americano?) in a whiskey glass intimidatingly.

“You’re Kim Seokjin”, Jungkook said dumbly. “The Actor”.

The other man’s face brightened almost burning Jungkook down with the way it shone.

“I am and I come with a proposition for you”, He smirked.

If his intuitive grandmother taught him anything it was knowing exactly what the drop in his stomach meant.

Trouble. This man is Trouble.

The back of his ear began itching.

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Namjoon rarely had jitters, he considered himself quite a confident guy.

He’s landed big clients with his charm, actually liked public speaking and is extroverted enough to survive Seoul.
He’s got a well paying job, good social circle and an apartment with a good view of the Han river.

He’s not dumb, he knows he’s a catch.

But what is the heart if not the betrayer of mind.

He’s seen many photographs, paintings, and even read portrayals of the universe. Nothing compares to what he saw in those doe eyes greeting him warmly when he entered that cafe on a rainy Friday.

He sighed to himself at the thoughts of Jungkook, especially ink that blossomed its way across his skin.
Pretty boy with the scent of pastries and fabric conditioner.

It felt like his heart would spill down along with the hot water running down his chest.

He shut it down and dried himself off. Walking into his closet, easily picking out what he laid out the night before.
Rnb softly playing around his home speaker, making the mood even more palpable to him.

He wondered if Jungkook was as excited as him as he sprayed himself in perfume he used only for special occasions.

He gave himself another look, smiling with his dimples out, before he grabbed his shoes, ignoring some mark he must’ve gotten from hurting his ankle.

He should really stop being clumsy.

“You got this joon”, he mumbled to himself before he grabbed his keys and began his walk to Nagwon.

His playlist continued in his ears, he strolled lightly in order not to sweat. The July sun warmed him just enough for the day to feel perfect.

And it just gets better as he spots a figure awkwardly flapping his coat, in front of the cafe.

He watches as the boy's nervous face immediately breaks out into a shy smile at the sight of him.

Breathtakingly beautiful.

“Namjoon-ssi, you’re here!”, his musical voice rang out.

Namjoon couldn’t help but smile back, “I hope you weren’t waiting too long?”

Jungkook shook his head, “you’re right on time, how are we leaving by the way..” his voice trailed out, looking behind him for a vehicle.

Ah yes, the only flaw Namjoon had conveniently forgotten.

“Ah, I thought taking the train would be nicer, and it's nice weather to walk in, don’t you think?”, he replied smoothly.

He can’t drive. So he decided to spin it out into an aesthetic thing instead.

“Sure, I really like walking you know”, he gasped, “it’s been so long since I saw the sky this blue”

Namjoon was so endeared by his enthusiasm, he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle as they fell in step beside one another.

“And Besides”, He murmured into his ear just cause he could, “it would be my goal to prolong my time with you as much as I can”

He watched as the red spread down to his cheeks, perfectly complimenting the light makeup he had on.
He had likened it to peach blossoms on spring afternoons.

“Ahh”, Jungkook almost squealed, “didn’t take you for such a flirt”. He lifted his hands to his ear adorably.

“What did you take me for then?”

He received a mischievous smile in return, “a clutz who’s set on breaking my cafe’s crockery”

“Aigoo, you’re not that off then, Sajangnim”

A tinkering laugh rang straight into his poor heart.

They giggled their way to the station, talking about everything and anything.

On the train Namjoon would point at a random cloud, describing it as objects and Jungkook would hum in agreement, immediately taking his phone out to click it.

At some point, he convinced the younger to drop formalities and now his head is filled with a constant stream of “Namjoonie Hyung?” “What does hyung think?” “Waaah Hyung is so cool”

He wasn’t going to last long if things kept proceeding like this, all he did was stare at the other all the way to the gallery (that he forgot was the destination)

They spotted the long queue for the tickets and he couldn’t help but buzz in nervousness.
He knew not everyone would enjoy art like he did, not that he faulted them for it.

Intellectual pursuits begin with vanity afterall.

But he hoped Jungkook would like it. Some of his tattoos were inspired by art he knew of. Ones that were here today.

His thoughts were interrupted when the other had turned around with his phone up,

“Hyung, do they let us take pictures of art?”

“Huh yeah I think so”

“Okay, smile”

He heard the capture shutter go off and blinked owlishly
And then broke out in the biggest smile.

“Jungkook-ah~ was that a pick up line?”

“Hmm, sure”. The other began to act all nonchalant, his cheeks betraying his stance. “You’re not the only one who can flirt”.

Namjoon chuckled to himself, deciding to let it go (for now)
“Do you like taking pictures?”

Jungkook hummed like he was lost in thought, “it was a hobby I enjoyed before the cafe, I guess, I even did a few events for friends”

“That’s amazing, you should show me sometime”

“Sure hyung, but they aren’t that great”, he shrugged, running his hands through his long strands.

“ I’m sure you’re lying~”, Namjoon sang out, giggling at the younger, shaking his head fondly.

Like they’ve known each other all their lives. He wanted to capture the moment and immortalise it in his heart.

Something clicked in Namjoon then, pun intended.

“Wait for me, I’ll be right back”,
Jungkook nodded as Namjoon scuffled out to his destination.

He looked for the small outlet, letting out a sigh as he found and paid for what he needed, smiling to himself.

He returned back to the other waiting with their tickets and dropped the boxes into his hands.

Wide eyes stared back at him in joy, “are these those disposable cameras? Oh hyung, I always wanted one of these!”

Namjoon smiled at the eager unboxing, “I’m glad, I got you some extra film as well so you won’t run out after today”

“Ah you really didn’t have to, thank you hyung”

“It’s no problem”

As soon as they get their tickets, Jungkook immediately decides to take pictures of them in his new camera.

The pair walked into the labyrinth, lost in wonder of the vivid displays around them.

Namjoon tried to be self conscious of his tendency to yap his heart out, in favour of not sounding like a snob, but it was just so difficult when the prettiest eyes stared back at you, all attentive.

Like he planned, the younger had recognised the pieces similar to ones his arms, pointing to them in excitement.

They stopped at a piece that was mixed medium with red yarns running haphazardly over the canvas yet their destinations clearly marked.

“It’s to depict soulmate bonds isn’t it”, Jungkook mused out, the excitement in his voice dampening a bit.

Namjoon nodded. He gets the vibe that it was a touchy subject for the younger and chooses not to speak.

He himself has no particular reservations towards the system, it worked for his parents but didn’t work for his aunt.

He wouldn’t deny fantasising about bonds growing up, but the environment he was in encouraged him to have his own opinions on choosing his relationships regardless of the mating system.

He supposes it wasn’t the case for everyone, as he takes in the sad eyes.

Gently he reaches out to brush their fingers against each other.

Jungkook looks up at him, startled as he squeezes his hand, throwing in a wink for an extra measure.
Smiling contentedly as it works its way into a shy laugh from the other.

Loneliness perhaps is an inevitable occurrence but he hoped he could alleviate a little bit for the younger.

And himself along the way.

Sooner than he preferred, they reach the end of the exhibit and had walked out to take a course along the river, where Jungkook insisted on taking pictures.

He would ask Namjoon for different poses and what could he have done but comply with his every whim.

“Hyung, I think these are pretty good!”, he exclaimed in joy.

Namjoon immediately insisted on returning the favour.

Ahh, he exclaimed, “it came out well, the perfect boyfriend shot”

The other giggled as the sun reflected its gold against his adorable features, “what do you mean a boyfriend shot..haha, like the wife that dies at the beginning of the movie ?”

Namjoon barked out a laugh at that.
“You know what I mean”, he mumbled back, lifting the device to capture the sight.

He's going to fall in love with Jungkook. Fast and unbidden. His Golden Boy.

“We should take one together, come here”

Heat had spread through him, as the younger pulled him closer for a selfie.
Staring at him instead of the lens. And if Jungkook notices, he doesn’t ask.

“There should be a cafe around here”, he mumbled, looking out to spot the cozy looking building, “what do you think? Hyung’s treat?”

“I’ll never say no to free food, Hyungie”

“Ofcourse”

They giggled as they made their way inside, immediately the younger’s eyes widened in awe.
As if it's his first cafe experience.

He was just so adorable.

“Baby do you want cake?” The term of endearment rang out before he could stop himself and he looked at Jungkook frozen, pointing at a pastry.

Namjoon himself felt a little taken aback.

“Um I-I w-want th-this,it looks delicious,” the younger stuttered, all red faced, ducking down and tucking his hair, before Namjoon could apologise.

Okay then. He isn’t going to take it back
Afterall.

They sat on a bench placed on the river banks, watching as the sun kissed the stillwaters.

He stares as Jungkook gasped, clicking away in his new camera, which Namjoon was starting to feel jealous of.

The younger catches his gaze and looks away quickly, smiling softly to himself.

He cleared his throat, “I suppose it worked then”

“Hmm?”

“I got you all distracted for a day”.

Jungkook blinked in confusion and then it was almost like a light bulb appeared above his round head when let out an “ahh” in realisation.

“Yeah hyungie, this was just..”, he trailed and then covered his ears that had turned red, “it was perfect, you’re so perfect and it’s still is perfect”

It was Namjoon’s turn to giggle and look away.

“I’m glad, baby”, he looked back and winked, “you’re so perfect too”

“Ah, now you’re just teasing me”, Jungkook whined lightly smacking the other in the chest and practically melting when Namjoon catches it to thread his fingers through his.

“..such a flirt”, he muttered underneath his breath, choosing to occupy himself with his pastry.

“Gimme a bite”, Namjoon murmured into his ear.

“No, you’re a meanie”

He swears he was never this flirty, but something about Jungkook turning away from him trying to suppress a smile while his ears gave him away. Yeah it messed him up.

He was so gone.

“Aw Don’t be like that babyyyyy..”

“Oh my god stop, just take it”, Jungkook sighed out in defeat as he happily ook his bite.

Time seemed to slip away as they made it to what they realised was the last train back, and then grimacing when they realised it was way too crowded.

Namjoon, ever the more experienced in the horrors of public transport, decided to manoeuvre them into the side he knew the door wouldn’t open.

He ends up holding onto the bars while towering over him in order to shield him from the crowd.

“Is this alright” he asks slightly out of breath from the rush and the proximity.

“I’m fine hyung”.

Jungkook leaned back and looked up at him through his bangs.

His mind went crazy at the view.

Someone knocks into him and he bumps his nose against the younger’s.

it’s so clique that Namjoon would laughed
Otherwise.

But at the moment all he wanted to do was close his eyes and lean it.

It would be so easy, just slightly graze against his lips, to taste the sugar on his tongue. Try to Talk-the talk and take him home.

He held it all in and just pulled back, smiling sheepishly. “I’m sorry”

He was not.

“It’s all okay hyung”, Jungkook just blushed and occupied himself with fixing something non existent on Namjoon’s coat.

All the signs, the universe was practically
blessing their union, if Namjoon didn’t give a fuck about soulmates before, now it just solidifies.

This was it for him.

He knew when he first saw him in the cafe, he knew it when he caught him on the street.
He definitely knew it when he saw him shirtless on the thread mill.

And he knows as they swing their intertwined hands, walking back to Nagwon.

Indeed a paradise.
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Seokjin brings a sort of “I do whatever I want cause I’m an icon”- energy to the “zero scandal actor” agenda meeting that his company managers don’t really like.

Now he wouldn't describe himself as impulsive really, he’s just someone who prefers to live in the moment rather than overthink his decisions.

Because regrets are a concept unfamiliar to him.

It wasn’t usual for him to be a little faltered in his sense of confidence, but when it did, surprisingly the adrenaline only would lure him further into his intrigue.

That’s what happens with a particular tattooed pretty boy who walks around smelling like he was freshly baked to life every morning.

Seokjin doesn’t deny the lack of experience in the romance department, Infact one would be considered a huge failure for losing the love of their life AFTER finding out that you’re soulmates.

Chapters he doesn’t look back at until it’s 3 am and his Nintendo has run out of battery.

He just stays on the sidelines for a while, because despite his manager’s woes, he did consider the reparations his career can face in his personal pursuits.

Yes it had felt ridiculous of him to introspect way too much, just to approach a guy. But the fact is that he knew.

Deep in his unfairly sensitive intestines, Seokjin was sure.

That Jungkook (yes he stalked him a little after mr sunshine rainbow gave him the cafe address) wasn’t going to be just any man. If he lets himself, he’s going to freefall himself into a pit there’s no coming back from.

He knows because he’s been there before.

But when he sees Tall dimples, ask him out, his heart drops into his stomach at the realisation.

“I want to work for a cafe”, he had declared on the meeting on a random Tuesday.

His manager had face palmed.

“Seokjin-ssi please think about your reputatio-“

“Let me rephrase, I’m going to work in a cafe”, he smiled politely. “ and you’re going to help me out”

“How-“

“I already picked out the cafe and gotten the information of the owner so all you have to do is make a contract with a convincing argument”.

And before one of them could open their mouths to protest he shot them down with a -
“Do not mistake my dislike of causing controversy for an inability to do so”

One of the staff just walked out. While the other tried to reason-
“It’s not our hands sir, You have to convince the higher ups”

“That’s not an issue don’t worry about it”

In three days, there were articles on Seokjin challenging his CEO to halli galli, who bent over in defeat within 5 mins.

All worth the look on Jungkook’s face when his meticulously planned dramatic entrance works.

Seokjin flashed a smirk as he handed over the papers to Jungkook who stared at them with narrowed eyes.

“It’s a job application form”,

As he expected, the other had looked at him like he grew two heads,

“Respectfully, what the fuck?”

At that Seokjin laughed, “I see that you’re already a delight! I’m applying to work here, Jeon Sajangnim,”.

“Why would you have to? Are you-“, he paused with his eyes wide, lowering his voice into a whisper, “are you doing alright? Did you get into trouble? you need financial help?”

How adorable.

“As of present I’m doing quite well with my savings, I appreciate your concern,”, he replied then, waving his hand Ina flourish , “I’m here for experience, you see, I’m a method actor”

The scepticism was back in the other’s gaze. Who just sighed.

“We’re not even hiring, and it’s already busy enough here, Seokjin-ssi, we can’t handle a mob here everyday. Besides, I’m sure you could find better places for you to indulge your interests"

“Oh but you have openings for a Patissier, I can assure you I have qualifications that you require for it, that way I’d be out of the public eye, a win win really”, Seokjin insisted, a go-getter by nature.

He wanted this badly, to stay in Jungkook’s orbit one way or the other, even if it’s semi permanent. He knows what his heart calls out to.

“I don’t know-“

Immediately he moved to hold Jungkook’s hands in his, making the other gasp.
“Jungkook-ssi, this role is really important to me and I find myself gravitated to your cafe, so why don’t you give me a chance hm, even your employee thinks so”

Jungkook looked in irritation, over to the lanky boy wiggling his eyebrows suggestively in the corner.

But He knew he used all his charm right, because he hears his favourite sound in the whole world.

A sigh of defeat.

“Please come in by 7 am tomorrow-“

“Thank you!” He exclaimed already headed for the exit, winking ”also you look really great with eye makeup”

He felt the edge of the pit against his shoe sole. And after a long time, Seokjin smiled to himself at the expense own destruction.

Chapter Text

There’s only a single cookie left on the plate, Jungkook stared at it like it had personally offended him.

“Oh Jungkookie is that for meee”, Hoseok giggled, wrapping his arms around him and nuzzling into his hair. 

“Ohh please, he’s been saving it for me and Jiminie”, Taehyung slid beside him, joined by Jimin on his other end. He began played with his earrings, his breath fanning across the younger’s cheek.

“This is ours isn’t it Koo Koo yah, hmm”, Jimin whispered straight into his ear like a siren with a vendetta against his dick 

“Ohh gguk-ah, I was looking for you,” Yoongi walked into the room, “oh what’s this? did you save it up for Hyung hmm?”, he smiled fondly, looking at him through his long lashes.

Heart boner. Maybe it was meant to be him after all-

“Baby”

Oh shit.

Limited edition Hope world black shorts came into view, tight enough to burst their seams if the man flexes a little more.

Jungkook, with great difficulty, lifts his head to look at dimples that attacked him in the most vicious way known to man kind.

“It’s mine isn’t it?”, Namjoon crooned out bending down to meet his eye.

Where is he? Why is he surrounded by hot men? 

He had almost nodded when the room when white, smoke bursting and curling into the space where the six of them stood. 

“Pipe down all you non artists”, a voice was joined by a blinding light, Jungkook had to scrunch his face to see.

Kim Seokjin dressed up in a white suit, a rose in his hand and purple hue in his hair. 

“You literally just got here”, Taehyung deadpanned.. from somewhere(?)

“Doesn’t matter cause at the end..”, he rounded through all of them to gently grab onto Jungkook’s chin, lifting up to meet his eyes and leaning in close.

“I’m the one eating Jungkookie’s cookie”

With that he closed the distance,

And barked. 

Again and again.

That’s how, Jungkook woke up to a Bam on his bed. 

“Bam get off me please,” he groggily groaned

He sat up to stretch and dissociated for about 30 minutes from the weirdest dream he’s ever had.

A part of him missed his grandmother, who would usually interpret them for him as a child. 

He scratched behind his ear which has now become a habit, and got up to get dressed for the day. 

Jungkook’s got a lot on his agenda and he wanted to make sure he was early.

Because today, is Kim Seokjin’s first day at work.

——

“You’re telling me he’s working here?”, Yoongi grumbled, “for free..?”

Jungkook shrugged, “I mean I will be paying him hyung, you know I’m not that cruel ”

The elder vehemently shook his head, “Absolutely not, I meant make him pay, for the discretion, and the inconvenience of having to see his stupid face”

“Hyung come on, you got eyes.. he’s not that bad to look at, He had to laugh at the elder pouting cutely without realising.

“You have to keep him at a distance, um I’ve heard things about him”

“can’t exactly do that if he’s my employee hmm?”, he reached out to poke his nose, which scrunched up cutely in response “wow I’ve never seen you judge a person like that before, is hyung jealous?”

“Hmm”, Yoongi stared down at him, “what if he takes away my position as your favourite hyung?, can’t have that now can I”

He leaned in. And Jungkook couldn’t help but giggle out to taunt him further. 

“Who said you’re my favourite? I have many hyungs?”

“Oh is that so?”, his eyes raked over Jungkook’s face, “maybe.. I can bribe you?”

“Hmm?, maybe”, the elder cockily tilted his face. 

Without looking away, he pulled out something that warmed Jungkook’s pounding heart immediately.

“You still remember I  like them,” he gasped, reaching out to grab the banana milk. 

“Ah ah”, the older tsked pulling back the carton and leaning further in with a smirk , “you know the rules”

Jungkook felt heat rush into his face from the proximity. He looked away to compose himself for a second. 

“Fine, Yoongi hyungnim is my most favourite hyung in the entire world “, He replied in an exaggerated tone, using the sheer power of his doe eyes that he knew the other would fold for “can I have it now please”

“Anything for the little prince”, Yoongi whispered .

Jungkook grabbed the carton from his hand happily, ignoring the suggestive looks he got from Taehyun and Yeonjun. Those boys should learn to be less nosy.

“By the way, you haven’t told me why you’re here this early though hyung?”

“Oh I’m going to daegu this evening, might visit Harabeoji too, so I wanted to drop in and check before I left”

Jungkook let out a disgruntled sound, “the old man still holds a grudge on me for not visiting last chuseok”

“You can just come with me,”  Yoongi offered 

Jungkook didn’t want to say no, but he knew if he took off day now the whole place would be a mess.

Ofcourse Yoongi and his high emotional intellect immediately picked up on it. He gently held his hand over the counter. 

“Gguk-ah, it alright if you’re busy, hyung can take you later okay?”, he cocked his head to a side adorably, “let me know when you’re not busy”

Jungkook brushed his thumb along his knuckles, thinking about how much he liked holding yoongi’s hand. 

“Yeah hyung, thank you ”

———-

After a while of Yoongi leaving, Jungkook headed towards the counter, where a familiar blonde head appears, face drowned into his laptop.

“Taehyungie hyung, you haven’t ordered yet”, he called out. 

The man looked up at that, smiling charmingly, “I’ll have my usual ofcourse cutie”

It was hard to keep his heart in control around him. Especially when he keeps thinking back to when they were alone in his bedroom.

Taehyung in his lap, looking down on him so intently. 

Like he wanted to kis-.

His phone pinged.

(1) notification from Namjoonie Hyung 💖

Hey Jungkookie,

You think Hyung earned a second date?

Jungkook winced when he realised he forgot to text him..

 Also why is this man so charming?  

You already know hyung..

Can I plan the next one? 🥺

Namjoonie Hyung 💖:

Ofcourse, 

Whatever the Baby wants ;)

He slammed his face into the counter, flustered to the bone. God he liked the man so much it scared him. 

He sees another couple of soulmates find each other in a teary moment as he calls for Taehyung’s order.

It was a heartwarming sight but all it did was add to this void that claimed him. 

What if Namjoon finds his soulmate? Would he just leave Jungkook for them?

Was biology that powerful..?

He frowned looking at Taehyung approaching, stumbling his way to the counter. He cracked up at the sight assuming it to be pins and needles from sitting too long.

Taehyung’s eyes widened, as they found Jungkook’s. His foot got caught up in the wooden stool.

“Ah shi-“, Taehyung squealed as he almost fell but with the help of Jungkook’s Spider-Man reflexes, (he’s really proud of them) he manages to catch him 

Everything turns into slow motion. 

Taehyung slams sideways into the barista’s body, mushing his face into the others.

Like an aggressive kiss. 

For the first time, Jungkook understands why kdrama leads blink like a fish, when being kissed.

By the time his brain rewires Taehyung began pulling back and regaining his own balance.

“Um, thanks and sorry?”, he croaked out his face mirroring the shock on the younger’s, “I’m going to uh .. go yeah?”

“Uh huh”

Taehyung nodded to himself grabbing the order and packed immediately and left.

Leaving Jungkook hiding under the counter to calm his  thundering heart.

“What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck”

——

“How the fuck did you manage to pull it off”, Yeonjun was frowning in annoyance , but Jungkook knew it wasn’t out of malice

“Uh.. I’m Kim Seokjin”, The man stated as if that were an obvious answer to every existential question that existed.

“These are so good as well,” there were tears in Beomgyu’s eyes, as he devoured down the heart shaped strawberry croissants, “Hyung we have to sell these, we’d be millionaires in like a month”

Jungkook scoffed at that, “we’ll start by running a survey, serve it as a complimentary dessert and see how it goes from there”, he pauses but his lip , “if it does work out… then Yeonjun can start filling out job applications”

“OH COME ON”, the blonde threw his hands up in exasperation, muttering curses and walking out.

“Well then I guess I won this time?”, Seokjin chimed from beside them, eyes all sparkly.

Jungkook really had to consider how he looks like a singular source of light in his grubby little kitchen. 

“Yeah I guess”, he shrugged.

When Seokjin showed up Yeonjun  took one look at his boyfriends, way to busy fawning over the actor to give him a kiss, and challenged him to a three day bake off to try and win back his glory.

One he’s currently failing in surprisingly.

“You guess,!? Yeonjun Hyung got totally demolished”, Beomgyu cackled, high-fiving the actor, “Team Kim Seokjin never loses”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, picking up another croissant to munch on and frowning when the flavour hit him.

“See hyung’s making his angry face, practically one dessert away from getting on his knees for you”, 

Jungkook choked on the croissantthe boy ran off before he could even get a word in, while Seokjin laughed, smacking his back.

“Careful there sajangnim~,”, he sang out, taking his apron off. 

Jungkook grumbled incoherently and immediately paused at the sight of the tiniest waist known to mankind. The grey fabric running upward as the elder stretches and the silver of skin tightened into chisels abs that had his jaw hitting the floor.

Kim Seokjin is in a crop top, Jungkook doesn’t know how to handle all that.

“Okay there?”, the amused voice rang from above.

“y-yeah, um, I have to go do uh, you know, owner things haha”, He managed to look up and then looked away, when their eyes met, pretty sure he was a shade of tomato when he ran out to the front of the shop. 

What is wrong with him?? Seriously is that considered work appropriate clothing?

Technically it was gucci and as an ambassador Seokjin has to wear the brand, but Jungkook just felt it was some joke the universe played that he wasn’t in on. 

He managed to clear his head when he heard his name being called.

“Koo Koo yahhh”, the blonde crooned, eyes as always set in happy crescents .

“Heyy Jiminie Hyung”, Jungkook sputtered out trying to match the enthusiasm.

His eyes flitted towards the brunette behind, who also struggled to meet his eyes.

Considering it’s been three days, he should be over it all right..but it’s not like Taehyung had come over for them to discuss it.

Jungkook tried not to mind the feeling of being ignored but it did hurt a bit. 

“Oh are these new desserts?” Jimin enquired pointing to the croissants, “our Taehyungie loves croissants” 

“Yeah haha”, he mumbled nervously.

 Awkward air still surrounded them 

Jimin burst out, “ahhh what’s all this? Over a kiss seriously?”, 

Well atleast he isn’t mad. 

Taehyung finally looked up, biting his lip nervously.

“Jungkookie, I’m really sorry for the other day”

“No-no” Jungkook shook his head, “it wasn’t hyung’s fault it’s totally cool”

At that Taehyung smiled in relief. And Jungkook felt his heart melt, it wasn’t a nice feeling to not see his boxy smile first thing every morning.

Even if it hurt a bit that kissing Jungkook was a regret, he just hoped taehyung would be back like before. 

“You two are adorable” Jimin smiled ruffling both of their hairs. 

“Although I have to really complain, Doesn’t Jiminie deserve a kiss too?”, Jimin beaked out his mouth, “Gimme my kiss too”

And because Jungkook is a weak man who has no common sense and thinks straight from his dick when the blonde god is around him. 

He grabs Jimin’s face and barely hears an awkward squak when he (gently) slams his mouth against his soft pillow pink plump gorgeous heaven of lips.

For a second angels sang. (It could have just been Taehyung)  

Then he pulled back and looked at the man’s shocked face, then to his side where Taehyung had frozen puckered up for a kiss Jimin asked for.

A kiss that was supposed to be from his fucking boyfriend and not the random emo cafe owner they visit for charity purposes. 

“Um”, Jungkook cleared his throat, “that was payback for uh the thing,”

Yeah he could totally play this off, because he’s cool and shit.

“Yes” He clapped his hands, internally wincing as both men get startled, “we’re even now, Taehyungie-hyung, so I will um go now”

He nodded to himself and made a run straight into the storage closet.

how could he do that, that was so awkward, they’re going to hate him, why does he have dryer lint for a brain

“Ah you scared me!”, a voice rang out in panic, which he recognised as Seokjin.

“Shhhh”, he shushed him, “I’m hiding”

“Why are you hiding in the closet, Jeonggu sajangnim?”

“Because I’m stupid and gay”

Seokjin to his credit had rolled his lips into his mouth for a second. 

“Well you seem to be in the right place for it then”

“Please shut up”, He groaned as the other chuckled. 

“Alright let me just get back to work, if you’ll excuse me-“

Jungkook wonders if he’s just a sims character and the player who made him has serious mental health issues.

Because why is Kim Seokjin in his cruel crop top leaning all over him to grab- something. 

While all the lights somehow strategically are dimmed low enough for his head to swim around in his cologne scent.

“Jungkookie hyung!!! Are you in there?”

Jungkook widened his eyes as the elder opened his mouth.

“Ye-mmph”

“I told you to stay quiet”, Jungkook hissed, holding his hand over the plush lips.

Seokjin narrowed his eyebrows and then lifted one up. As if to ask, “what he’s doing” 

No wonder he’s an award winning actor, who talks with their eyebrows.

“I really can’t go out now”, Jungkook whispered, vulnerability slipping out in his tone.

He can’t face them, he can’t lose them. 

Seokjin’s hands grab his waist and suddenly he’s being turned into a corner, as the door flung open.

Jungkook welped as his face knocked into his own hand on the others face. Their eyes meeting in a frenzied look. 

He couldn’t help but notice how a single palm splayed all across his waist, Seokjins got big hands. 

“Huh, I swear he went in here hyungs..”, Beomgyu’s voice rang out.

Dammit they came inside looking for him, Jungkook wanted to cry. 

Seokjin’s hands tightly wrapped around his waist pulling him closer almost comfortingly. 

As much as Jungkook appreciated the gesture, it also managed to somehow drive all his blood down to his core.

He closed his eyes which only made things worse as he could hear his own heart beating loud enough for the other to hear, he feels the warm breaths on his own skin, the outline of Seokjin’s body, perfectly slotting with his own.

Crazy things he shouldn’t think of.

So as soon as he decides he’s in the clear, he pulls back his hand and tries to get out of his hold.

Except Seokjin pulls him back tighter, too of their noses touching each other, as heavy breaths filled the space between them.

He bit down his lip in a nervous habit and could feel the heaven gaze on his lips.

“Seokjin-ssi”, he whispered into the air, not knowing what else to say.

“Hyung,” Seokjin croaked out, letting him go and pinching his cheek, the tension slowly dissipating, “you should call me Hyung”

“And as an advice from a hyung”, Seokjin smiled fondly. 

“Don’t make a habit of running away from things, Jeonggu-ah”

Jungkook steps back and nods, not trusting his own voice.

“I have to head back to my main job, I’ll see you tomorrow”

With that he leaves and Jungkook groans into his hands, squatting down. 

He hears a crinkle and frowns reaching into his back pocket.

A white envelope with a pink note attached that read, “for your discretion, (and cuteness) get yourself something pretty”

He opened the envelope and stared at the signed check. 

“This man is fucking insane”, Jungkook gasped, “and he’s driving me insane”.

He left the cafe with his heart in his mouth and his ear itching.   

————

“Delivery! For Jeon Jungkook”

“Another one?”, Taehyun looked up from where he was already surrounded by boxes. 

“Ooh Hyung~, is it a lottery or a sugar daddy?”, Yeonjun winked, “closing the cafe for an entire day too, hmm?”

technically was it that different from a sugar daddy. 

Jungkook shakes his head off those thoughts. Dangerous stuff. 

 “we’ve just had crazy amount of turnout thanks to you guys, so I decided to splurge a bit’

“A bit seems like an understatement, ooh these new uniforms seem nice”, Soobin began unraveling the dress shirt and aprons. “It’s kinda fancy~”

“Yup I got a great deal and made sure you guys can wear it out as well”, the boys let out an appreciative “ooh” at that.

‘Hyung is spoiling us’  Taehyun giggles.

“Can I just say that Marketing head Beomgyu has done it again”,

Jungkook rolled his eyes, “yeah yeah, here, the product of your labour” 

“I LOVE YOU HYUNG”, The boy squealed and pulls Jungkook into a hug as he stares at the tickets for his favourite idols concert. 

He let the boys squeal together and smiled. They really deserve the best. 

“Baaaammmm”, Jungkook called out, giggling at his baby already alert.

He took out the triceratops onesie he ordered, Putting it on the puppy.

“Waaah you look adorable”, he almost wailed, raining kisses all over, “I should take pictures”

“I can help with that”, a voice rang out from behind him.

He whipped his head immediately, his heart skipping at the sound 

“Hobi Hyung! ”

“Heyy Jungkookie,”, the older man smiled sheepishly, his voice trying and failing to mask the tiredness, “Can we talk?”