Jungkook fixes his hair as he stares at himself in the rearview mirror. He takes a deep breath in and groans. "What is wrong with my hair today?"

He stares up at Hoseok's apartment building, anxious. He has been here so many times, hung out and made music, and watched shows together plenty of times. So why was he so nervous?

Taking a deep breath in, he makes his way upstairs, each step feeling heavier than the last. As soon as he reaches the door, he hears his friend's steps, as if he was pacing.

It was comforting somehow, to realize his friend was also nervous after everything that has happened.

The two had agreed to have a date, one that Yoongi was okay with. In order for Jungkook to like them, he had to be wooed by them one by one. Hoseok suggested a chill night in, order take out and just hang out as usual.

And the usual was unnerving.

Knocking the door brought the steps inside to come to a sudden halt. Five seconds pass before Hoseok opens the door, a smile on his face. "Hey, Kookie."

Jungkook smiles, "Hey Hyung!" He smiles and tries to feel at ease, but can't seem to figure out what kind of protocol they should follow. "Can I come in?"

"Of course." Hoseok likes seeing Jungkook this way, nervous. Not in a sadistic type of way, but it reassured him that he did in fact, like him still.

"What did you have in mind to order?" Jungkook asks as he sits at the end of the couch, Hoseok being respectful and sitting at the other end. "I was thinking ramen."

"Kookie," The chuckle that comes out after the nickname makes the hair on Jungkook stand, "We always order ramen. How about, hmm...sushi?"

Jungkook nods in agreement. "That sounds fine to me! What about the movie?"

Hoseon shrugged, "I was thinking of letting you pick, being the guest after all."

The younger can't help but feel flushed at the formality. "O-Okay, where's the remote?" He begins looking at his surroundings, the table, under his cushion, by Hoseok's side even.

He stops dead in his tracks when Hoseok scoots closer, thighs touching.

Already? Oh god, I should have brought mints.

The older boy inches forward, the two staring at each other with intensity. His arm raises to go past Jungkook's arm, and the two are inches away from each other, noses almost touching.

Jungkook feels like he's about to explode with impatience. If he was about to be kissed, he couldn't wait any longer in this tension. He begins to close his eyes, slowly inching closer.

Hoseok smirks as he pulls away, almost laughing at the younger's confusion as he opens his eyes, placing the remote in front of his view. "It was on the armrest, dummy."

Jungkook feels the way his ears and cheeks get hot, and he snatches the remote. "R-Right." He turns away and his full focus becomes on the TV as if it's the most interesting thing in the world.

Hoseok can't help it, he wants to mess with him now that he knows he wants to kiss already. He comes close and whispers in his ear, "I'll order while you compose yourself."

He then stands up and picks up his phone, standing by the counter.

Jungkook swallows hard, as he opens up to browse, trying to focus on picking a movie. He can't believe the older is messing with him. He can't believe he fell for that. It's frustrating to him, knowing the two like each other, having gone through the motions of becoming something, but not actually doing anything about it.

"Spicy tuna roll and shrimp tempura roll?" Hoseok asks from the kitchen counter.

Jungkook decides that he can play along too. "Yes, thank you... Hoseok."

Hoseok's head snaps up from his phone, Jungkook has never called him by his name without formalities, and definitely not in that husky tone. He swallows away the tension and smirks as he presses the order button. 30 minutes till delivery. "No problem, baby."

He watches as Jungkook tilts his head, ears tomato red, and he sees the way he takes a deep breath in.

If you wanna play, then let's play.

Hoseok sits next to Jungkook, an inch between them, and Jungkook just randomly picks a marvel movie to play. He doesn't ask if Hoseok has seen it, and the older doesn't protest against his pick.

That could mean one of three things in Jungkook's mind. He has seen it and doesn't mind re-watching it, he hasn't seen it and wants to watch it, or he doesn't care...

The younger turn to look at the older, only to realize he is staring at him. "Yah, why are you staring at me?"

"Yah, why are you being so informal?" Hoseok jokes back, a coy smile appearing as he waits for Jungkook's answer.

"Well... we are on a date, formalities should be thrown out in my opinion."

Hoseok raises his hand and moves a strand of hair out of Jungkook's eyes. "On the contrary, I think formalities should be enforced. I am your Hyung after all, regardless if we are on a date or not."

Jungkook huffs and goes to turn away, but Hoseok gently grabs a hold of his chin. "H-Hyung what are you—"

"There we go," Hoseok smiles, "Was that so hard to be respectful?"

Jungkook can't help but gulp down the snarky remark he had as Hoseok leans in, their lips almost touching.

"Why are you so nervous?"

Jungkook averts his eyes from his lips and stares at Hoseok's eyes instead. "Because I like you, and I've been fantasizing about the day we finally go on our first date for a year, and now that it's happening, I'm scared of messing up."

Hoseok's eyes soften and he smiles kindly. "Baby,"

The way he says "baby" has Jungkook melt in his hand, his face leaning into it as Hoseok caresses his cheek.

"Just do whatever you want," Hoseok pulls away from his hand and smiled again. "We said we'd go at your pace."

Jungkook doesn't think twice before saying, "I want to kiss you."

Hearing that makes Hoseok ecstatic, but he simply smiles and nods. "I'm okay with that."

The two stare at each other in silence before Jungkook points down, "Like, right now?"

Hoseok laughs, grabbing onto Jungkook's hands, "Yes, right now."

The younger scoots closer as he places his hands on Hoseok's shoulders, the older placing his hands on Jungkook's hips.

They stare at each other once again, Hoseok looking as calm as ever, Jungkook looking so nervous, he might faint.

"Do you want me to kiss you?" Hoseok asks softly, ignoring the sounds of Ultron coming from the TV.

Jungkook just nods and he closes his eyes.

His mind is racing, questioning if 10 minutes into the date if a kiss is appropriate if asking to kiss him was out of line if maybe it would be this difficult when going out with Yoongi.

Yoongi.

Jungkook, for a split second, felt guilt. Like he wished Yoongi was here too, but remember that later this week, they'd be going on their own date. Hoseok was the one in front of him, the one inching closer ever so slowly, breath right on his face.

The thoughts came to a halt, as soon as Hoseok's lips touched Jungkook's.

Hoseok kissed him so gently, with such care as he tilted his head, moving his lips with Jungkook's.

Just as he begins to pull away, Jungkook refuses to let go. He pulls on his shoulders lightly and kisses him again, which makes Hoseok pull on his hips, deepening the kiss even more.

Jungkook's wildest fantasies and dreams of how this day would be were nowhere near as good as being pulled onto Hoseok's lap, hands over his shoulders, his hyung grabbing onto his sides.

And Hoseok never imagined that he'd get to even kiss him on their first date, let alone 10 minutes into it. So the thought of it going any further, makes him push Jungkook's hips even further onto him, a groan escaping his throat as Jungkook pulls away, only for Hoseok to begin kissing his neck.

The younger grabs onto Hoseok's hair, pulling ever so slightly as his shirt is lifted, just enough for Hoseok's hands to roam and feel his torso, back, stomach—Jungkook's head began chanting his best friend's name at the feel of his touch.

Hoseok, Hoseok, Jung Hoseok please be mine—

"Fuck," Hoseok pulls away, heavy breaths making his chest rise as he stares up at Jungkook. "Baby, I—"

But Jungkook doesn't let him finish. He knows. He's sitting right on top of him; Hoseok doesn't need to say that he's aroused when he can feel it against him. So he kisses him instead, pushing him down against the couch, legs straddling him.

He didn't care. He wasn't thinking straight. He just had Hoseok in his mind. That's all he wanted, for so long. And here Hoseok is, under him, hands wrapped around his body, his erection grinding against his jeans, and his lips on him.

Hoseok is moving his hips without thinking, feeling Jungkook's own erection made his head clouded by lewd images of his friend bent over this very couch.

Which makes him realize, that he doesn't ever remember hearing about Jungkook's experience in bed.

Hoseok pulls away again, this time, worry in his tone but lust in his eyes. "Jungkook, baby, have you ever—?"

The boy just shakes his head as he leans back down, about to get rid of his shirt when there's a knock on the door.

It snaps him out of his trance, it pulls him away from Hoseok, who's breathing heavily, a smile on his face.

He doesn't even care that his erection is fully visible, he stands up to open the door, Jungkook averting his eyes out of embarrassment; his self-control being so little, as well as Hoseok not caring that the delivery guy was

Paying the guy and saying a small thank you, Hoseok brings the food to the coffee table across the couch and chuckles.

"You hungry?"

Jungkook can't help but laugh and the two awkwardly eat while watching Age of Ultron, pretending whatever just happened, didn't.