The older boy turns to his friend and suddenly blurts out, “Is it me or is Jungkook growing into himself a little too perfectly?” Yoongi won’t deny it, at this moment he could be a bit wasted. Okay, a lot wasted, this is his fourth, no sixth ~ bottle of Soju?

His lips tend to get a little loose when he is drunk.

“What do you mean hyung?” Namjoon is smiling; he knows exactly what the man means, but refuses to miss the opportunity to toy with the older boy.

Hell, everyone, except maybe Jungkook notices how the older boy’s eyes will linger a little too long on the maknae’s form. No one can blame him though, the kid is growing nicely tall and lean, but still with his goofy smile and signature dazed look.

“, nothing. I didn’t mean ‘nothing.” Yoongi’s head is dizzy, and his mind is fuzzy, and if he wants to hold on to his pride, he will stop talking now.

Namjoon laughs out loud.

“If you like him hyung you should maybe do something about it. The kid is hot, and you aren’t the only person to notice. Jimin and Taehyung have been a lot touchier than normal.” Namjoon warns, knowing that there is nothing going on between the maknae-line.

he’d kill Taehying if the second youngest even thought about someone who wasn’t Namjoon, and he is pretty certain Hoseok would do the same to Jimin.

Namjoon’s mind drifts for a moment to the little alien; he wonders idly what the kid is doing now and has a deep unabashed desire to disrupt whatever it is. He is brought to the present when he hears a loud crash.

“F**k hyung!” Namjoon yells between laughter as Yoongi has passed out on the ground knocking over the cups and Soju bottles on the way down.

The younger man pays for the drinks and pulls his friend to his feet.

“You owe me hyung, but you can make it up to me by making a move on Kookie because burying your feeling in alcohol is clearing not working for you.” The boy drags his friend home.

Yoongi wakes up with a killer headache. He groans in pain as he sits up.

Need. Painkillers. Now.

It is the one thought permeating his brain as he slowly and achingly makes his way out of his room. He stumbles in the bathroom too dazed to knock and notices too late that the room is already occupied.

!

It’s all his brain can think to say when he realizes the person sharing the space with him is none other than the reason he has this stupid hangover, Jeon Jungkook.

The boy is standing in front of him with wet hair and a towel wrapped around his waist. The lines and muscles of his slim torso look like they are begging to be touched; and Yoongi’s blurry and confused brain breaks. He takes two steps towards the boy but is saved from doing anything stupid when Taehyung comes barreling through the bathroom door.

“Sorry, I really have to go.” The boy drops his pants without shame and relieves himself.

On a typical day Taehyung’s actions would have annoyed Yoongi, today he makes a mental note to thank the boy, with ice cream later. He finds the headache tablets and makes a beeline for the door, alone in small spaces; with Jungkook in just a towel is a bad, bad idea.

“You okay?” Jin asks him as he sits at the dining table with aspirin bottle in hand.

“Bad, hangover. Drank too much again.” Yoongi confesses.

It makes no sense to hide things from Jin; he swears Jin has a superhuman deciphering bull radar embedded somewhere in his body. The man can spot a lie from a mile away.

The older boy looks like he is about to say something, but stops as the youngest member walks into the kitchen.

The boy’s eyes meet Yoongi’s and the redhead swears he sees the kid’s cheeks go red, but he shrugs it off as a symptom of his post alcoholic stupor and walks out of the kitchen. He is not mentally prepared to deal with his slow-burning attraction for the youngster.

Jungkook stares blankly out the window as the van takes them to the location of the video shoot. The events of the morning are on a constant loop in his mind. The look in Yoongi’s eyes, as he took those two small steps toward him leaves a warm feeling in his gut that he does not understand. He’d blow the feeling off if it were anyone else; knowing it was probably nothing. But for some reason when it comes to Yoongi, he wants it to mean something.

But what?

The boy sighs and runs his fingers through his still damp hair. He steals a glance at the older boy who is sitting in the seat in front of him, headphones in scribbling furiously in a notebook. The boy fights the desire to trace his finger along the nape of Yoongi’s neck.

WTF, is wrong with me?

Taehyung nudges him.

“You okay? You seem upset for some reason.” The alien had this weird six sense; he always knows when Jungkook is not himself.

“Yeah. Just tired I guess, didn’t sleep well last night.” It was not a total lie.

He was getting water last night when Namjoon came home with a very drunk and very talkative Yoongi in tow. The blonde kept shushing the drunken boy, telling him to be quiet or “Kookie might hear”.

Well, Kookie didn’t hear jack, and he spent the whole night wishing he had. Because then at least he would have some inkling of what the older boy was thinking.

That plus the bathroom thing this morning has the younger boy somewhere between confused and curious.

Taehyung laced their fingers together, and Jungkook smiled, the second youngest also always knew exactly what to do. He knew when Jungkook needed to talk, and he knew when he needed something other than words.  He closed his eyes and sunk int