The last few moments of their trip were precious. Eating their last big meal together after cooking it for so long, and they had spent time at the beach earlier that day, swimming, playing in the sand, and Namjoon and Jimin kissing.

  Taehyung had given his number to both Hoseok and Yoongi, winking confidently at them before they set off, but Jungkook knew better than that.

  He knew his friend was flipping shit in his mind, that he was not confident, and he would probably talk about "the two hotties" the whole way back home.

  They rode with the same people back home. Jungkook honestly didn't want the trip to end. All of them together was so wonderful to see. So fun. Maybe they can hang out again someday, though.

  He knows he's going to miss sleeping beside Seokjin, cuddling. Knows he's going to regret not asking him to cuddle sooner than they did.

  For now, Jungkook unpacks his suitcase into his bedroom, the place he hadn't seen in days now, and he knows he'll sleep alone again.

  Now, all he has to look forward to is this coming Thursday. Blindfolded, vibrator in Seokjin's hold, Jungkook underneath him.

  Yeah. That's something to look forward to, in his eyes, at least.

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