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It wasn’t Jungkook’s fault.
The press of the crowd was a bit stifling, if he honest and Jungkook’s eyes darted over the fans that had lined up to greet them. He sped up just a bit, his gaze landing on the boy in front of him, and then he’d imagined it.
Yoongi had his head down. He was wearing an oversized hoodie and he looked…tiny. Jungkook had teased him about it before, since they’d gotten together, had teased him about how easy he was to manhandle. He’d thought it was cute, that he could lift Yoongi so easily. As much as Yoongi griped at him over it, Jungkook was pretty sure Yoongi actually liked it as well, pretty sure he liked that Jungkook could hold him down so easily.
Was it a good thing, though? He looked over the crowd again and moved forward. He imagined Yoongi in the middle of that crowd, imagined how easy it would be to carry him off, to hurt him. As cutting as Yoongi’s tongue could be, he was this slender, small thing that would never be able to fight through all that.
Jungkook reached for him, settling a hand on Yoongi’s shoulder and pressing closer. Yoongi startled, but relaxed when he turned his head to catch Jungkook’s eyes. He didn’t push Jungkook’s hand off, only rolled his eyes like he knew what Jungkook was thinking, and turned forward again.
Jungkook didn’t lift his hand until they were getting into the van.
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There was this older man, leering.
Usually, Jungkook could say that he wasn’t a jealous person. It was probably better for his mental health that he wasn’t, considering their jobs. He was generally the opposite, actually. It was ridiculous but he couldn’t help but to feel just a little indignant when someone would sweep right past Yoongi to get to Taehyung or Jimin or even him.
Honestly, how did anyone not see how utterly adorable Yoongi was? The fact that he was so shy just made him more so. In Jungkook’s-totally unbiased-opinion, Yoongi was quite possibly one of the cutest human beings on Earth.
But there were times, and Jungkook would call it protectiveness not jealousy in his head, that it got to him.
Like now, for instance. There was this older man interviewing them, and the way he watched Yoongi made Jungkook’s skin crawl, made him want to snatch the older boy up and carry him out of there.
Jungkook scowled outright when the interviewer maneuvered it so that there was only one empty seat left, right beside him after the rest of them had sat down. Jungkook was completely justified in grabbing Yoongi’s arm and pulling him down into his lap then.
Yoongi flushed when the crowd cheered and he frowned at Jungkook but he didn’t get up. Yoongi had noticed those looks as well, and Jungkook knew it had been making him uncomfortable.
Namjoon started speaking then, distracting them and sliding in the seat that had been meant for Yoongi. They all slid down one until Yoongi could move to the now empty seat beside Jungkook. It would be seen as nothing more than a bit of fan service, Jungkook knew, but he kept his eyes on the interviewer anyway.
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There was this man, too tall, too big, looming over him.
On rare occasions, they got to go out and drink. It usually happened at the more expensive places, where no one would bother them; no one would point out who they were. Jungkook had only been able to do so for less than a year, and he still wasn’t sure he even liked going out like that.
He knew Yoongi didn’t. The press of the crowd, the dance floor, people hitting on you if they could get away with it, all of that was way outside of Yoongi’s comfort zone. Jungkook usually stuck close to him on those nights.
There was one night, though, when Hoseok and Taehyung had convinced him to go out to the dance floor, where he’d left Yoongi at the bar. He’d been gone less than five minutes, really, when he’d turned after one song ended to find the older boy and caught the large man backing Yoongi up against the bar.
He immediately started fighting his way off the dance floor, stalking over, his anger only escalating when he caught the scowl on Yoongi’s face, and the way Yoongi was trying to lean away from the man.
Jungkook gripped the back of his shirt and pulled the man away, stepping up and then in-between them as he did so. The man stumbled, and his eyes grew stormy when he caught his footing.
“Get lost,” Jungkook practically growled. The man looked from him to Yoongi and then to the side, to where the bartender was watching now, and then huffed.
“Fuck you.” He stormed off.
Jungkook turned towards Yoongi but didn’t have time to speak before Yoongi had grabbed his hand and was dragging him away from the bar. His expression was unreadable, and Jungkook thought maybe he’d done something wrong.
“Yoongi-“
“Shut up,” Yoongi said, pulling him towards the exit. “Text one of the others. Tell them we’re leaving.”
“Okay,” Jungkook said, a little dumbly, feeling a little chagrined. Was Yoongi angry with him?
He didn’t get an answer to that question until they were back at the dorm and Yoongi had pushed him down on his bed and then slid into his lap, kissing him. Jungkook’s hands automatically went to his hips, deepening the kiss.
“Wait,” he said, pulling back. “I thought you were mad at me.”
“I’m not mad,” Yoongi said slowly, dipping down so he could kiss the side of Jungkook’s neck but not before Jungkook saw the faint blush on his cheeks.
“Oh my god,” Jungkook said, a little breathless, “you like it.”
Yoongi pulled back again, with that unreadable expression. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Jungkook gripped his hips tighter and then lifted him turning so that Yoongi was on his back and he could hover over him. The blush was back and Jungkook grinned. “You do. You like it when I get all…” Jungkook threaded their fingers together and then pinned Yoongi’s hands above his head. There was that spark, of desire.
Yoongi shrugged as best he could, though the attempt at nonchalance was ruined when Jungkook pressed their lower halves together and he arched a bit.
“You really like it. Admit it.”
A little smirk formed on Yoongi’s face. “Make me,” he challenged.
Jungkook grin widened. “Gladly.” He dipped back down.