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for inbrevity: little ribs
Title: little ribs
Recipient:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
inbrevity
Pairing: V/Jungkook
Rating: R for implied sex
Word count: 1425
Summary: It’s the end of the season and Jungkook is still nervous, but it’s not from basketball. College Basketball AU.
Author's notes: Dear recipient, my original fic got pretty much lost into the abyss of the internet, so I scrambled to come up with a quick something to give you that is a mashup of all your wonderful prompts. I hope you’ll like it. ♥
Jungkook wakes up, with a pounding headache and a nasty taste in his mouth. He rubs the sleep out of his eyes and opens them slowly, clutching his forehead as he surveys his bedroom.
Taehyung is lying on the floor, wearing nothing but a pair of pink boxers, snoring loudly. There are beer bottles everywhere and the TV is still on.
Jungkook scratches a hickey on his neck and throws a pillow at Taehyung. Once the pillow lands with a thud against his chest, Taehyung immediately wakes up, making loud, panicky noises, eyes searching the room.
“Get up, we’re going to be late for the meeting,” Jungkook says hoarsely. Jungkook kicks the bedsheets away and pulls himself out of bed, his head spinning.
He picks up his boxers from off the floor and puts them on one leg at a time. Taehyung is kneeling on the floor, eyes shut, hands on his knees like he’s praying.
“What is it," Jungkook snaps.
“D-Did we,” Taehyung says, slowly, “Did we….”
“No, we didn’t sleep together last night,” Jungkook says, “You passed out after making out and giving me a handjob, which was terrible by the way.”
Jungkook doesn’t tell Taehyung that he had held him before he ended up crashing on the bedroom floor, held him as he pulled him into climax, kissing the shivers out of his neck, and whispered that he loved him as they both came, Jungkook all over his fingers and Taehyung between his thighs. Then he passed out.
“Oh, thank god,” Taehyung says, holding his hand to his chest, relieved. Jungkook bristles slightly, but he doesn’t say anything, he’s used to it by now. He focuses on getting ready and heads into the bathroom.
When he finishes peeing and brushing his teeth, he returns to the bedroom, where Taehyung was pacing the room, fully dressed.
“What are you doing,” Jungkook asks, and Taehyung stops pacing, smiling sheepishly, something that normally make Jungkook's stomach clench. Now all he's left with are knots.
“I don’t know,” Taehyung says, just as slowly as before. Jungkook braces himself.
“I hope you didn’t take this the wrong way….We’re just friends, right? And we were drunk, right?”
“Right,” Jungkook repeats, nodding.
Jungkook was used to this, the same song and dance they had been playing for the past few months, and it shouldn’t hurt anymore, but does.
They leave Jungkook's house in awkward silence, riding their bikes, one behind the other, towards Yoongi's parents' restaurant. The team were all having their postseason meeting there.
Jungkook couldn't believe the season and his first year of college had gone by this fast. It felt like he tried out just yesterday.
The restaurant was empty besides the rest of the team, who seated smackdab in the middle of the restaurant, and a few aunties scattered around the dining hall, drinking tea.
Taehyung and Jungkook arrive when everyone is pretty much settled, half of the team sitting in one table, and the other half at another, split as usual into older players and younger ones.
Jungkook notices that Seokjin is missing from his spot in between Hyosang and Namjoon.
“Hey!” Jimin bellows from his spot next to Hoseok, who was devouring bowl after bowl of rice porridge. “How was your sleepover?”
It was an innocent enough question, but Jimin seemed to feel obligated to wiggle his eyebrows, making Jungkook scowl, cheeks pink, and quickly rush to an empty seat.
Taehyung laughs stupidly and plops right next to Jimin, back facing Jungkook, saying, “Yah, Park Jimin, don’t say stupid shit like that, we were just hanging out.” Jungkook feels his stomach get more knotted.
“Sure,” Jimin says lasciviously. Jungkook rolls his eyes. He picks up a pair of chopsticks and steals a rice cake from Donghyuk’s soup, who was too engrossed with telling a nasty story about him, a cheerleader, and a pair of cleats to Namjoon and Yoongi, who were listening to him intently, horrified, to notice.
Jimin had caught them once after a game. They weren’t even doing anything but talking, glued together, and he somehow knew instantly.
“Wow, you look rough, kiddo,” Hunchul says, touching at Jungkook’s eyebags and shaking his shoulders. “Why didn’t you invite your hyungs to your little crazy party.”
“My mom only likes Taehyung,” Jungkook says smirking “And she caught you staring at her boobs once in a mirror.” Hunchul puts Jungkook in a headlock as everyone laughs at their table.
Hunchul frees Jungkook from his chokehold when Seokjin arrives with a huge tray full of breakfast foods and coffee. The table rushes towards the tray like a pack of wolves before Seokjin can say anything and start scarfing down the food as fast as they got up. Seokjin sits down with a long-suffering sigh of an assistant manager, smiling at the other boys.
“So where is Coach Bang?” Jungkook asks Seokjin as he bites into a mungbean pancake.
“He had a family emergency so he asked me to take over the meeting,” Seokjin says, pushing his chair back. Slowly, the only sounds left were chewing noises as everyone focused on Seokjin.
He sighs again, his smile widening. “This season was one of our best seasons, we nearly made it to the playoffs.” Everyone claps, patting each other on the back. Jungkook highfives Hunchul, a sour taste still in his mouth.
“Some of us are graduating this term,” Seokjin pauses and everyone begins to groan when Seokjin pulls out a tissue, wiping the tears out of his eyes. “Like myself. So I hope the rest of you do well in the future and don’t embarrass me and the other third years when we come visit your games.”
The third years laugh, and Jungkook can’t believe this was going to be the last time, their last post-season breakfast, with them.
“Oh my god, is Jungkook crying?” Jimin screeches and Jungkook wipes his face quickly as everyone turns to him.
“Oh, our little Kookie is going to miss us,” Yoongi reaches over to pull at Jungkook’s cheek. Jungkook squirms as the other third years start to harass him,
Hunchul sticking his head underneath Jungkook’s armpit, and Hyosang pushes a plate of cake towards him.
“I’m not going to miss you, these are tears of joy,” Jungkook says, feeling a lump in his throat. “Now I’m free of you guys and get to have first years to bother next year.”
No one believes him, and they all begin to swarm around him, even Taehyung. Jungkook can feel his hand touching his lower back, tapping it in that weird way of his that means he wants to be comforting.
“Don’t worry,” Jimin snakes his arms around Jungkook, “You still have us next year!” Jungkook groans and the table erupts into laughter once more.
“You know,” Taehyung says as they sit on the curb outside of Yoongi’s parents’ restaurant, stomachs full to burst, watching Jimin and Hoseok play a game of chicken on the concrete. “I’m transferring next year.”
“Yeah,” Jungkook says, surprisingly calm. “You told me that last night.” Before you kissed me and told me you loved me.
“I don’t know how to tell the rest of them,” Taehyung says, scratching his arms.
“Tell them after exams at least,” Jungkook says lightly, trying to be playful. Taehyung chuckles, nodding.
“I…” Taehyung hesistates, his eyes wide and frightened, but he continues, “I’m going to miss you.” You know that right.”
Jungkook nods. He knows Taehyung wants to say, but can’t, won’t, but knowing it is enough.
“Wanna play a game,” Jungkook gestures towards the hoop where the third years were playing a game of three of three.
Taehyung breaks into a bright smile that still makes Jungkook’s chest hurt. “Sure.”
Jungkook and Taehyung get up and start walking towards the hoop, laughing when they see Hoseok trip over himself and crash onto the pavement.
When Jungkook gets older, after he finds his jersey in a discarded box in the back of his parents’ closet, he’ll trace the jersey number and remember all the victories, and losses, and the time Taehyung said he loved him, when he’ll know that wasn’t enough and his heart will ache with what could have been.
But right now, it’s enough and Jungkook couldn’t be happier.
Recipient:
inbrevityPairing: V/Jungkook
Rating: R for implied sex
Word count: 1425
Summary: It’s the end of the season and Jungkook is still nervous, but it’s not from basketball. College Basketball AU.
Author's notes: Dear recipient, my original fic got pretty much lost into the abyss of the internet, so I scrambled to come up with a quick something to give you that is a mashup of all your wonderful prompts. I hope you’ll like it. ♥
Jungkook wakes up, with a pounding headache and a nasty taste in his mouth. He rubs the sleep out of his eyes and opens them slowly, clutching his forehead as he surveys his bedroom.
Taehyung is lying on the floor, wearing nothing but a pair of pink boxers, snoring loudly. There are beer bottles everywhere and the TV is still on.
Jungkook scratches a hickey on his neck and throws a pillow at Taehyung. Once the pillow lands with a thud against his chest, Taehyung immediately wakes up, making loud, panicky noises, eyes searching the room.
“Get up, we’re going to be late for the meeting,” Jungkook says hoarsely. Jungkook kicks the bedsheets away and pulls himself out of bed, his head spinning.
He picks up his boxers from off the floor and puts them on one leg at a time. Taehyung is kneeling on the floor, eyes shut, hands on his knees like he’s praying.
“What is it," Jungkook snaps.
“D-Did we,” Taehyung says, slowly, “Did we….”
“No, we didn’t sleep together last night,” Jungkook says, “You passed out after making out and giving me a handjob, which was terrible by the way.”
Jungkook doesn’t tell Taehyung that he had held him before he ended up crashing on the bedroom floor, held him as he pulled him into climax, kissing the shivers out of his neck, and whispered that he loved him as they both came, Jungkook all over his fingers and Taehyung between his thighs. Then he passed out.
“Oh, thank god,” Taehyung says, holding his hand to his chest, relieved. Jungkook bristles slightly, but he doesn’t say anything, he’s used to it by now. He focuses on getting ready and heads into the bathroom.
When he finishes peeing and brushing his teeth, he returns to the bedroom, where Taehyung was pacing the room, fully dressed.
“What are you doing,” Jungkook asks, and Taehyung stops pacing, smiling sheepishly, something that normally make Jungkook's stomach clench. Now all he's left with are knots.
“I don’t know,” Taehyung says, just as slowly as before. Jungkook braces himself.
“I hope you didn’t take this the wrong way….We’re just friends, right? And we were drunk, right?”
“Right,” Jungkook repeats, nodding.
Jungkook was used to this, the same song and dance they had been playing for the past few months, and it shouldn’t hurt anymore, but does.
They leave Jungkook's house in awkward silence, riding their bikes, one behind the other, towards Yoongi's parents' restaurant. The team were all having their postseason meeting there.
Jungkook couldn't believe the season and his first year of college had gone by this fast. It felt like he tried out just yesterday.
The restaurant was empty besides the rest of the team, who seated smackdab in the middle of the restaurant, and a few aunties scattered around the dining hall, drinking tea.
Taehyung and Jungkook arrive when everyone is pretty much settled, half of the team sitting in one table, and the other half at another, split as usual into older players and younger ones.
Jungkook notices that Seokjin is missing from his spot in between Hyosang and Namjoon.
“Hey!” Jimin bellows from his spot next to Hoseok, who was devouring bowl after bowl of rice porridge. “How was your sleepover?”
It was an innocent enough question, but Jimin seemed to feel obligated to wiggle his eyebrows, making Jungkook scowl, cheeks pink, and quickly rush to an empty seat.
Taehyung laughs stupidly and plops right next to Jimin, back facing Jungkook, saying, “Yah, Park Jimin, don’t say stupid shit like that, we were just hanging out.” Jungkook feels his stomach get more knotted.
“Sure,” Jimin says lasciviously. Jungkook rolls his eyes. He picks up a pair of chopsticks and steals a rice cake from Donghyuk’s soup, who was too engrossed with telling a nasty story about him, a cheerleader, and a pair of cleats to Namjoon and Yoongi, who were listening to him intently, horrified, to notice.
Jimin had caught them once after a game. They weren’t even doing anything but talking, glued together, and he somehow knew instantly.
“Wow, you look rough, kiddo,” Hunchul says, touching at Jungkook’s eyebags and shaking his shoulders. “Why didn’t you invite your hyungs to your little crazy party.”
“My mom only likes Taehyung,” Jungkook says smirking “And she caught you staring at her boobs once in a mirror.” Hunchul puts Jungkook in a headlock as everyone laughs at their table.
Hunchul frees Jungkook from his chokehold when Seokjin arrives with a huge tray full of breakfast foods and coffee. The table rushes towards the tray like a pack of wolves before Seokjin can say anything and start scarfing down the food as fast as they got up. Seokjin sits down with a long-suffering sigh of an assistant manager, smiling at the other boys.
“So where is Coach Bang?” Jungkook asks Seokjin as he bites into a mungbean pancake.
“He had a family emergency so he asked me to take over the meeting,” Seokjin says, pushing his chair back. Slowly, the only sounds left were chewing noises as everyone focused on Seokjin.
He sighs again, his smile widening. “This season was one of our best seasons, we nearly made it to the playoffs.” Everyone claps, patting each other on the back. Jungkook highfives Hunchul, a sour taste still in his mouth.
“Some of us are graduating this term,” Seokjin pauses and everyone begins to groan when Seokjin pulls out a tissue, wiping the tears out of his eyes. “Like myself. So I hope the rest of you do well in the future and don’t embarrass me and the other third years when we come visit your games.”
The third years laugh, and Jungkook can’t believe this was going to be the last time, their last post-season breakfast, with them.
“Oh my god, is Jungkook crying?” Jimin screeches and Jungkook wipes his face quickly as everyone turns to him.
“Oh, our little Kookie is going to miss us,” Yoongi reaches over to pull at Jungkook’s cheek. Jungkook squirms as the other third years start to harass him,
Hunchul sticking his head underneath Jungkook’s armpit, and Hyosang pushes a plate of cake towards him.
“I’m not going to miss you, these are tears of joy,” Jungkook says, feeling a lump in his throat. “Now I’m free of you guys and get to have first years to bother next year.”
No one believes him, and they all begin to swarm around him, even Taehyung. Jungkook can feel his hand touching his lower back, tapping it in that weird way of his that means he wants to be comforting.
“Don’t worry,” Jimin snakes his arms around Jungkook, “You still have us next year!” Jungkook groans and the table erupts into laughter once more.
“You know,” Taehyung says as they sit on the curb outside of Yoongi’s parents’ restaurant, stomachs full to burst, watching Jimin and Hoseok play a game of chicken on the concrete. “I’m transferring next year.”
“Yeah,” Jungkook says, surprisingly calm. “You told me that last night.” Before you kissed me and told me you loved me.
“I don’t know how to tell the rest of them,” Taehyung says, scratching his arms.
“Tell them after exams at least,” Jungkook says lightly, trying to be playful. Taehyung chuckles, nodding.
“I…” Taehyung hesistates, his eyes wide and frightened, but he continues, “I’m going to miss you.” You know that right.”
Jungkook nods. He knows Taehyung wants to say, but can’t, won’t, but knowing it is enough.
“Wanna play a game,” Jungkook gestures towards the hoop where the third years were playing a game of three of three.
Taehyung breaks into a bright smile that still makes Jungkook’s chest hurt. “Sure.”
Jungkook and Taehyung get up and start walking towards the hoop, laughing when they see Hoseok trip over himself and crash onto the pavement.
When Jungkook gets older, after he finds his jersey in a discarded box in the back of his parents’ closet, he’ll trace the jersey number and remember all the victories, and losses, and the time Taehyung said he loved him, when he’ll know that wasn’t enough and his heart will ache with what could have been.
But right now, it’s enough and Jungkook couldn’t be happier.