Ship/Member: Minghao/Jungkook Major Tags: N/A Additional Tags: fluff, reunions, canon compliant Permission to remix: Yes
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When Minghao is released from quarantine, his first stop is the dorm. It takes twenty minutes to drop off his stuff and shower.
Second stop? The Hybe building.
He doesn’t consider himself back until he’s stepping over the threshold of the tiny practice room in the basement that Jungkook likes to reserve—the drafty one that no one else ever wants, the one where they are guaranteed privacy.
Minghao locks the door behind himself anyway.
Jungkook is sprawled flat on the floor, his hair a disorganized huddle. There must be an earbud under there if he hasn’t reacted to the click of the door yet. He scrolls aimlessly through his phone, tattoos on full display. He looks comfortable, and soft, and shockingly real. It turns out video calls don’t do him justice. Jungkook has the presence of a goddamn deity.
Minghao’s been looking forward to this day for weeks, and still—it overwhelms him. Like an adrenaline rush. He stops and stares. Memories surge, unbidden.
Did you know you were the first boy I ever had a crush on? Minghao almost blurts out. The first time I saw you, you were onstage in a ridiculous black bandana and cargo shorts, blue spotlight in your hair. I swear I could see the man you’d become. I swear I loved you from that first glance. When Mingyu finally added me to your group chat my hands were sweaty for days. Haven’t we come so far since then? Did you know I told my mom about you? Did you know I’m gonna buy you a house one day? With a balcony overlooking the sea, just like you’ve always wanted. I swear I’ll do it.
Five years catch in his throat. Minghao swallows hard. He feels different whenever he’s separated from Jungkook for a long time. Sickly. Ill. Out of touch with himself. Then it all rushes away when they see each other again.
How dramatic love is.
Finally, Jungkook looks up. Even in the weird basement fluorescents, his face is a jewel. He makes a squeaky sound of surprise and sits up so fast his hair falls into his eyes. Smearing it back with one hand, he vaults to his feet—graceful as a gymnast—and throws himself at Minghao with one excited leap.
“You’re back!”
Then they’re kissing. Minghao is smiling too hard, at first, and Jungkook is laughing, so their teeth clack together, but he doesn’t care. They get it right after a few tries. Jungkook sinks into his chest. His mouth opens under Minghao’s, soft and shivery.
Minghao pulls back just far enough to ask, “How’s Bam? Also, did you get even bigger?” He lays his palms flat on Jungkook’s pectorals.
Jungkook grins, cocky and gorgeous. “Bam’s good. They gave me a weight set inside my quarantine room. You didn’t get one?”
“You’re a spoiled brat.”
“Ah, you missed me!” He grabs Minghao by the face and kisses him again. Deeper, more insistently. Heat kindles between them.
“Yeah, I missed you,” Minghao murmurs into Jungkook’s mouth.
Jungkook pushes Minghao’s bangs out of his face. His fingertips trail down the side of his cheek, his jaw. Gentle and familiar. Minghao is so glad to be in his body right now.
[FILL] sick w/o you
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: fluff, reunions, canon compliant
Permission to remix: Yes
***
When Minghao is released from quarantine, his first stop is the dorm. It takes twenty minutes to drop off his stuff and shower.
Second stop? The Hybe building.
He doesn’t consider himself back until he’s stepping over the threshold of the tiny practice room in the basement that Jungkook likes to reserve—the drafty one that no one else ever wants, the one where they are guaranteed privacy.
Minghao locks the door behind himself anyway.
Jungkook is sprawled flat on the floor, his hair a disorganized huddle. There must be an earbud under there if he hasn’t reacted to the click of the door yet. He scrolls aimlessly through his phone, tattoos on full display. He looks comfortable, and soft, and shockingly real. It turns out video calls don’t do him justice. Jungkook has the presence of a goddamn deity.
Minghao’s been looking forward to this day for weeks, and still—it overwhelms him. Like an adrenaline rush. He stops and stares. Memories surge, unbidden.
Did you know you were the first boy I ever had a crush on? Minghao almost blurts out. The first time I saw you, you were onstage in a ridiculous black bandana and cargo shorts, blue spotlight in your hair. I swear I could see the man you’d become. I swear I loved you from that first glance. When Mingyu finally added me to your group chat my hands were sweaty for days. Haven’t we come so far since then? Did you know I told my mom about you? Did you know I’m gonna buy you a house one day? With a balcony overlooking the sea, just like you’ve always wanted. I swear I’ll do it.
Five years catch in his throat. Minghao swallows hard. He feels different whenever he’s separated from Jungkook for a long time. Sickly. Ill. Out of touch with himself. Then it all rushes away when they see each other again.
How dramatic love is.
Finally, Jungkook looks up. Even in the weird basement fluorescents, his face is a jewel. He makes a squeaky sound of surprise and sits up so fast his hair falls into his eyes. Smearing it back with one hand, he vaults to his feet—graceful as a gymnast—and throws himself at Minghao with one excited leap.
“You’re back!”
Then they’re kissing. Minghao is smiling too hard, at first, and Jungkook is laughing, so their teeth clack together, but he doesn’t care. They get it right after a few tries. Jungkook sinks into his chest. His mouth opens under Minghao’s, soft and shivery.
Minghao pulls back just far enough to ask, “How’s Bam? Also, did you get even bigger?” He lays his palms flat on Jungkook’s pectorals.
Jungkook grins, cocky and gorgeous. “Bam’s good. They gave me a weight set inside my quarantine room. You didn’t get one?”
“You’re a spoiled brat.”
“Ah, you missed me!” He grabs Minghao by the face and kisses him again. Deeper, more insistently. Heat kindles between them.
“Yeah, I missed you,” Minghao murmurs into Jungkook’s mouth.
Jungkook pushes Minghao’s bangs out of his face. His fingertips trail down the side of his cheek, his jaw. Gentle and familiar. Minghao is so glad to be in his body right now.
“Missed you too,” Jungkook says. “Welcome home.”