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"Mmm another one." Yoongi points at the bowl of strawberries on Jimin's lap and then to his mouth.

Jimin chuckles knowing the man has not even finished the ones already filling his squishy cheeks but feeds him another nonetheless. He snuggles into Yoongi's side as both silently watch the movie quietly playing on the screen in the early hours of the morning. Yoongi fights the exhaustion from an 8 hour shift at Bang's weighing down his eyelids to enjoy the angel next to him giggle at the cheesy rom-com. He taps his shoulder to indicate for another strawberry, loving the way he can teasingly try to lick Jimin's small fingers whenever he brings the piece of fruit close to his lips.

But this time Jimin takes a small bite of the strawberry, then proceeds to coat Yoongi's pink lips with the sweet juice from the inside. He watches Jimin's hooded eyes pierce his wide ones as he continues the movement at an agonizingly slow pace. Then, with the strawberry still in hand, Jimin's lips meet his, enveloping him in a passionate kiss. He drags his tongue across his warm lips, the sensation enough to make the man part them in awe, allowing Jimin to make sure every crevice is explored. Entranced, Yoongi cannot even attempt to match his ardency, and with his eyes squeezed shut in pure bliss he quietly submits to him. Feeling his hesitant movements, Jimin smirks before sucking on his bottom lip before letting it go with a pop. Just to make sure, he kisses him a second time, the natural sweetness of Yoongi's lips as well as from the juice just too enticing to not want to savor again and again.

When he does finally pull away, Yoongi's cheeks burn and flush a deep red much to Jimin's amusement. He pops the rest of the strawberry into his mouth with a wink before turning back to the movie still playing.

The angel is also a devil.

Without warning, Yoongi attaches his lips back where they belong and proceeds to hover over the blonde as he slowly pushes his back onto the couch. Now with their passions at the same level, their bodies mold together perfectly. Yoongi's hands roam under Jimin's shirt, the feeling of his sculpted abs shivering under his touch fueling his desire and just as he goes to unbuckle the delicious man's belt...

Ding dong

"Don't open it, it's probably not important," Jimin pants, grabbing Yoongi's chin to meet his lips again.

Ding Dong

Yoongi reluctantly pulls away with a groan, allowing Jimin to furiously march towards the door.

"What the fu-," he purses his lips at the sight of Uma planted on his doorstep with her luggage next to her.

"Hey, I-I know it's early I was just wondering if Hobi was here. He was supposed to pick me up from the airport because he has my car," she points at the black vehicle parked right in front. "Have you heard from him?"

"I think he's over at Jungkook's place. I'm sorry Uma, maybe he just forgot?" He scratches the back of his head and Yoongi trudges over.

"Uma!" He exclaims, wrapping the thick woman in a hug, "I missed your ugly face."

She half smiles and Yoongi frowns at the lack of retort. "You okay?"

Chewing on the inside of her cheek, she shakes her head. "Yeah, I'm good. Just jet lag, you know how far the D.R. is. Do you see my keys anywhere, I really want to get home and sleep."

"You're welcome to stay here for the night," Jimin offers, "I don't think it's safe for you to drive so late."

She apprehensively scans the empty apartment, not failing to notice the hint of blush on both of the guy's faces as well as their shaggy hair. Normally she would never intrude so blatantly, but the over 20 hour flight was beginning to take its toll on her tired body, causing her to agree. Both men give her a warm smile and Yoongi carries in her bag as Jimin leads them to Hoseok's room.

"Sleep in here. Hopefully Hobi will be back soon and he can drive you back in the morning." Jimin rubs her back lovingly as she thanks him and plops on the fluffy white comforter, not even bothering to change into something more comfortable. The door shuts, and Uma finds herself much too exhausted in the moment to even begin to formulate the argument she will spark with Hoseok once she sees him for leaving her stranded at the airport for over an hour. It is no surprise that in less than a minute, she is dead asleep.

The sound that brings her back to life is the front door slamming shut, then quick footsteps towards the room and the cracking open of that door. Through blurry vision, she is able to make out a tall and lean figure mumbling under his breath as he peels off various articles of clothing until he is in nothing but his boxers. The light of a device illuminates his face and she hears the ringing of a line followed by the faint vibrations of her phone in her bag on his dresser. He whirls around at the sound, gasping at the sight of a body curled up on his bed but sighing in relief once he recognizes the enticing silhouette.

"Uma," he whispers. She feels the bed dip but still refrains from moving. "Uma, are you awake?"

She stirs to face him, his bright smile the only feature she can distinguish in the darkness and through her haziness. "Where were you?" She mutters with a pout.

"I'm sorry, baby. We had to completely change the choreography for next week's performance and, and...I lost track of time." He gently pushes off her jacket before starting on taking off her shoes.

"I drove straight to the airport as soon as I left and ran around yelling like a crazy person in hopes you were still there." He peels back the covers and readjusts her body so she can lay under them.

"I-I called you." Uma tries to evade the feeling of her eyes swelling shut.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I'm gonna make it up to you," he presses his lips to her forehead and she proceeds to nuzzle into his side, "but right now you sleep, okay?"

She nods, believing she is already in a dream. "H-Hobi?"

He hums in response, beginning to feel the affects of his own exhaustion as well.

"Love you," she breathes out unknowingly.

And with the absence of the entirety of his consciousness, he truthfully lets out, "I love you too."

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"I hate you." Jungkook frowns at his phone flashing a notification of his dying battery.

"What?" A sweet voice asks from the device.

"N-Not you, my phone is dying."

"Oh," she chuckles before sighing, "it's getting late, Jungkook. We've been talking for too long don't you think?"

He peers at the duration of the call on his screen reading 4 hours and kisses his teeth. "Nah, I could talk to you all night."

"We've already caught up on everything," she giggles, "what else do you want to know?"

He chews on his lip, "uh, how's Cambridge?"

"That's the fifth time you've asked me that. Do you just want to keep talking to me Jeon Jungkook?" She purrs and he gulps at the overwhelming familiarity of the sentence.

"You can't blame me, Sora. I missed you," he admits with a hint of sadness.

"I missed you too," she almost whispers.

"You could've called you know? I know I'm not posh like an English boy," he says in a British accent, "but we could have tried...us."

"Jungkook," she sighs. "I knew I wouldn't be back for a long time, I didn't want you to wait for me because-"

"Cause you know I would have, right?" He says through gritted teeth, trying to conceal his bitterness. "You didn't want to live with the guilt that someone was waiting for you to come back." There's a beat of silence as both ends try to recuperate and reel in their emotions. "Was it worth it, Sora?"

"What?" Sora's heart twists in her chest as she notices every nuance of dejection in his tone.

"Did you find what you were looking for? Was it worth leaving me behind?" He asks, struggling to speak through the raging fire engulfing his throat after every word. "I'm over it, Sora, it's been years. I just want to know the truth."

"No."

"Then why did you leave me here?" His voice cracks, the can of worms that was his love for Sora threatening to bust open at any moment. The question that has plagued him since the moment Taehyung informed him of Sora's sudden departure when he was 18, has finally made its appearance.

"It was too real. Too good. It was better to leave it here in Seoul where it was perfect rather to watch it fall apart in England." Her breath hitches as she gazes out her window at the night sky.

"That wasn't your call to make, Sora. You didn't even bother to ask if I'd go with you." He punches the leather clad steering wheel in front of him before exhaling. "It doesn't matter now."

"I love you, Jungkook." She breathes out, tears now glazing her eyes as she stares at the stars. "I don't think I ever stopped. I saw you everywhere I went. I couldn't escape the thought of you."

The words feel like band-aids lamely patched over the bullet hole in Jungkook's heart in the shape of Young Sora. It wouldn't help, and anything that came out of Sora's mouth would always feel empty to him.

"You don't know how long I've waited for you to say those words. As fucking stupid as it sounds, I haven't been able to be in a real relationship since you for years because I always wished every girl was you." He holds his breath, "but I don't believe you, Sora."

"I know," she whispers. "I-I don't expect you to, but I really mean it. Please come."

Knowing exactly what she is referring to, he nods. "I'll see."

"Good night, Jungkook."

"Good night, Sora."

And with that, the call ends. Jungkook collapses onto his steering wheel and finally allows the tears that had been brimming his eyes to unleash in rivers down his cheeks. He sobs. He sobs so loud and he does it without a hint of shame. He'd always thought of the day when Young Sora would come back into his life. Hell, he'd dream of it. But as he sinks back into his seat, his shirt now drenched and phone still in hand, he wonders if there really was a God, why would he punish him so much for just loving a girl? Is that not what he had supposedly created mankind to do?

He sniffles softly before fixing himself for a moment in the rear view mirror. Dipping his head back, he squeezes a tube of eye drops into his red eyes and blinks quickly at the contact. His nose and cheeks were still dusted pink but he'd blame that on the cold night air. And with a heavy heart, he tries to mindlessly stroll back into the blue house with the intent of darting straight to his room.

When the front door cracks open, revealing you and Taehyung fast asleep in each other's arms on the couch, which he later learns was on accident, a wave of relief washes over him. Much like during his conversation, he holds his breath as he tiptoes to the bedroom and as soon as he locks the door, his lamentation of the beautiful love he once shared with Sora fills his heart once more.

That night, Jungkook cried until there were puddles of his tears in his pillow and did not stop until daylight seeped through his blinds.

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"Are you blind?" You scoff. "It's violet. This is purple."

Taehyung squints at the tight dress you hold up and then the blouse you next to it. He looks up at you patiently awaiting his response and awkwardly smiles with his teeth. "What's the difference?"

You chuckle, abandoning both articles of clothing before grabbing his wrist and tugging him out of the boutique in the mall. "Violet," you start as you both walk toward the movie theater on the other side, "is a deeper purple with much more blue in it, which makes it look darker."

"Oh, I guess I always thought they were the same since in French, purple is violette." He fights the instinct to grab your hand when you look at him in awe.

"You know French?"

"Doesn't everyone?" He flashes a cocky grin.

"Ah oui oui croissant," you feign a French accent and he laughs.

"Beautiful." Your laughter dies at the compliment and your heartbeat increases. When Taehyung proposed a friendship to you, you honestly did not know what to expect nor what it would entail. There was no doubt the visible connection between you two would just vanish just because of your relationship's new title. But after a few awkward hangouts with your mutual friends, the groups got smaller and smaller as you gradually became much more comfortable with each other and before you two knew it, you could be alone together. There were certain flirty moments such as this one where you both would panic at the thought of it going too far or when you'd accidentally touch hands and jump at the electricity jolting up your nerves but otherwise everything was under control.

And most importantly, you were happy. Happy to learn more about him outside of the carnal and passionate drive you both used to feel when together. Happy to no longer have the pressure of having to move into the unknown abyss that is being in a relationship. No rules nor regulations began to slowly bring  you both forth to the realization that this might be what you two are truly just meant to be.

Might.

"U-Um how did you learn?" You try to change the subject in an effort to conceal your blushing face.

"Picked it up since we always used to vacation there when I was younger. Paris is gorgeous in the summer."

"Your dad took you on vacations?" You tilt your head in an effort to imagine the vicious picture Taehyung had already illustrated of his father for you casually strolling down the streets of Paris with his sons.

"Never with him. It was usually with nannies." You note the fading of the natural sparkle in his eyes at the memory and shake your head.

"Where else have you been to?" You beam to keep his spirits high and he smiles.

"Oh you know, the usual," he taps his chin, "Paris, Barcelona, Cabo, Tokyo, New York, uhhh...Venice, Rio-"

"You've been to Venice?!" You're practically bouncing up and down as you both wait in line to buy the tickets and he chuckles.

"It's amazing. The weather, the scenery, the people. Everything is perfect there."

"The guys wanna take my dad there soon. See, the anniversary of the accident is coming up soon and they want him to spend it somewhere nice."

"He'll love it. There's nothing like staring at the sunset as it reflects off a canal. It's beautiful." He stares off in59 the direction of nothing in particular but you catch him grinning from ear to ear before he walks up to the booth and pays for your tickets. It warms your heart to hear him talk about something with such passion and you can't help but wonder why you've never heard about this before.

"You must really love scenery, huh?"

"I love photographs," he nudges your shoulder, "why do you think I bought that ridiculously overpriced picture of you on our first date."

You chuckle, mostly at the memory of his terrified face. "Do you do it? Photography?"

He shrugs. "Nothing serious, just little pictures here and there. I guess seeing all of these amazing places so young really inspired me."

You feign a stunned expression and he rolls his eyes at your theatrics. "I would've never pegged you for an artsy guy."

"There's a lot you don't know about me," he wiggles his eyebrows before quickly turning to the cashier to buy concessions, completely ignoring your protests. He hands you a couple boxes of candy and you sort through them until your eyes catch one brand in particular.

"Hey..." you tap his shoulder, him already struggling to balance the large popcorn and drink in his big hands. He hums in response as he leads you toward the designated theater. "You like these?"

You display the yellow box reading SourPatch Watermelon and he shakes his head before motioning you to enter the aisle of seats first. He sits down and sighs in content, failing to notice you carefully observing the cardboard box.

"Why'd you get them?" You interrogate, completely ruling out the possibility of you ever telling him such classified information. He stuffs a handful of the buttery puffs in his mouth and shrugs before swallowing thickly.

"Dunno, guess they just remind me of you."

"How?" You narrow your eyes and he smirks.

"First there's sour," he points at your furrowed brow and pursed lips and you immediately drop the expression. His hands waste no time in going to pinch your cheeks as he tries to coo you in a baby voice which makes you laugh.

"Then there's sweet." He winks.

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It ain't easy being cheesy

i do ship every single couple in this story very very hard