It's definitely love, Jungkook decides as he stares out the window, watching trees zip by. It's definitely love that he feels for Seokjin, whether it be romantic or platonic.

Jungkook is leaning towards romantic, though.

Platonic friends wouldn't be as touchy with each other as Jungkook and Seokjin are; and they shouldn't want to be with each other all the time, in each other's arms or snuggled next to each other. Platonic friends don't stare at each other for long periods of time, like Jungkook has caught Seokjin (and himself) doing on numerous occasions. If Jungkook viewed Seokjin platonically, his stomach wouldn't do a dozen flips whenever Seokjin hugged him, or held his hand, or even when he called him cute.

If Jungkook viewed Seokjin platonically, he wouldn't get an overbearing urge to kiss him every time the elder called him cute or pretty or looked at him with that beautiful smile of his, that smile that made Jungkook feel like his legs would give out any second.

Jungkook recently realized (and immediately cursed himself for being so stupid) that Seojun was, indeed, correct; Jungkook never had any genuine feelings for her.

Of course, he felt horribly guilty about it, and the two had a long conversation. Fortunately for him, Seojun wasn't at all bitter about the situation, and Jungkook was pleased to discover that Seojun was not moping around, and was seeing another man at the moment. It was when the two were conversing that Jungkook had his epiphany: the multiple shared qualities of Seokjin and Seojun was what had convinced Jungkook that he had feelings for Seojun in the first place, since Seokjin had said at the time that it would be weird for him to look at Jungkook romantically. Even their names were similar.

And then there were the kisses. Friends could definitely kiss each other platonically. Hell, Taehyung used to kiss Jungkook all the time before he got involved with Jimin. But there is a glaring difference between the way Taehyung used to kiss him and the way Seokjin kisses him. Taehyung's kisses were always hasty and rough, unattractively puckered lips against his skin. But Seokjin's kisses are much softer, gentler; when Seokjin kisses him, Jungkook can feel his warmth, lingering against his skin even as he begins to pull away.

Jungkook exhales softly, tugging the sleeves of previously Seokjin's sweater over his hands as he turns his head away from the window and towards said male, whose fingers are loosely curled around the steering wheel, his gaze focused on the road. "Hyung."

Seokjin glances at him from the corner of his eye. "Hm?"

"When are we gonna stop for lunch? I'm starving."

"Soon, don't worry," Seokjin assures. "I'm hungry, too."

"Okay."

After they arrive at the rest stop, they eat a quick but satisfying lunch, for which Jungkook insists on paying for the meal ("It's cheap, I'm definitely paying this time."). After lunch, they begrudgingly go back to the minivan Seokjin has rented for them to drive to Seoul and continue their journey.

"Just an hour left," Seokjin says with a falsely cheery tone, trying to stay optimistic as Jungkook glares at the insane amount of cars on the highway in hopes that they will start to move.

"Yeah, if we weren't stuck in a traffic jam," he snaps, and Seokjin sighs exasperatedly.

"I'm trying to be positive here."

"I'm not."

。。。

"Six fucking hours," Jungkook groans as he leans against one of the interior walls of the elevator, watching the number increase as they go up to the third floor. "My butt's all sore from sitting for that long."

"Stop complaining, I'm the one who drove for all that time."

"It's not my fault I don't have a license yet."

"I beg to differ."

Jungkook shakes his head as the doors to the elevator slide open, giving them access to the seemingly never-ending, carpeted hallway. "I blame it on college. I've been too busy trying to get good grades and stuff that I haven't had time to do anything else."

"Sure," Seokjin snorts, scanning the numbers on the doors as they walk down the hallway, trying to find their hotel room.

"It's true!"

"Whatever you say," the elder mutters, sliding the key into the lock and turning, pushing open the heavy door once a resounding click is heard.

So they lounge around for an hour or so, lazily scrolling through any notifications and updates on their phones or watching reruns of old shows on TV, eventually turning it off because of the irritating, staticky audio. And then the excitement, the realization kicks in, and Jungkook rushes into the bathroom to start getting ready.

"Jungkook, you've been in there for over an hour!"

"Just a minute!"

"You said that a half hour ago!"

"No, seriously, give me one minute!"

Jungkook exits the bathroom nearly ten minutes later, finally satisfied with his appearance. Gingerly touching his hair, he approaches Seokjin. "How do I look?"

Seokjin doesn't answer for a few moments, and when he does, Jungkook swears his voice sounds a little strained. "Why are you wearing makeup?"

Jungkook shrugs happily. "You know, on the off chance that G-Dragon might actually see me and think I'm really attractive and discreetly ask me for my number after the concert and we'd start texting each other and fall in love and—"

"That's never going to happen."

The teenager flops onto the bed, whining, "Let me dream!"

。。。

Jungkook is trembling out of sheer excitement.

"I'm literally gonna piss my pants."

"Please don't."

Covering most of his face with the slightly frayed ends of his Big Bang hoodie, he emits a high pitched, strangled noise, earning a curious glance from a girl standing nearby, and leans into Seokjin's side. "We're breathing the same air as them, hyung," he squeals. The elder laughs at him, pulling him closer.

And at around eight pm, Jungkook's stomach lurches as music starts to blare through the speakers, cheeks beginning to hurt from grinning so widely as the bass vibrates through his feet. Glaring lights illuminate the stage as five men come into view. Deafening screams nearly drown out the voice of a red-haired man stage named after a mythical, fire breathing reptile.

"What's up, Seoul!"

。。。

"Stop crying, people are staring."

Jungkook tries to say something, but all of his words get jumbled and a blubbering mess of words spews from his lips. Wiping his nose on his sleeve and linking his arm with Seokjin's, he manages to choke out, "He looked at me."

"You've said this about fifty times already—"

"But G-Dragon looked at me!" Jungkook cries. "He saw me! We made eye contact!"

Sighing, Seokjin presses his lips to Jungkook's temple. "Alright, just don't cry."

"But Kwon Jiyong—"

"Shhhh."

。。。

A/N: I KNOW ITS ALREADY CHAPTER 48 BUT SHITS GONNA GO DOWN REAL FAST IN THE NEXT TWO CHAPTERS SO DONT KILL ME (please)

aND SORRY IF THIS CHAPTER WAS SHIT (I kinda felt like it was ???) BUT I PROMISE THE NEXT ONE WILL BE MUCH BETTER + excuse any typos plS

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