A Spark: Jungkook has had a crush on Hobi for ages. When their group of friends goes camping, he winds up having to share a tent with the older boy because they are both the only ones who are single. (~710 words)
When the camping trip had been announced by Jin several weeks ago, Jungkook had been ecstatic. He’d leapt at the opportunity for adventure, coupled with good company, physical exercise, and the great outdoors. He was a little less enthusiastic finding out he would have to share a tent (he preferred his own space). And he was downright panicking at the prospect of having to share said tent with none other than Jung Hoseok.
The thing is, Jungkook has had a crush on Hobi since… well forever, really. Jungkook had been smitten from the start, admiring the older boy for his dancing skills and silky smooth voice. His bright and outgoing personality was captivating. Jungkook was the opposite. Not shy per say, but definitely wary of opening up to new people. Maybe the reason he likes Hobi so much is because it was so effortless for him to draw the younger out of his shell. So eventually he got attached. And now he was royally screwed.
After years of (probably obvious) pining and stumbling over his words, he was going to be confined to a two-person tent. For not one, not two, but three torturous nights. It wouldn’t have been that bad, if only for the fact that Jungkook knew his own tendency to cuddle things in his sleep. The very last thing he wanted to do was embarrass himself in front of his long-time crush (bordering on more than that at this point, if he was being honest with himself). Realistically, he knew Hoseok wouldn’t care in the slightest, but his anxious mind kept telling him otherwise.
The first night passed smoothly enough, all of the being exhausted from travelling to the campsite and the strenuous hike they had completed. The second night passed in much of the same fashion.
Just when Jungkook began to think he was going to make it out unscathed, the third night rolled around. Jungkook woke up toasty warm, and still being half asleep, nestled further into the comforting heat. His eyes flew open when he heard an amused chuckle, the warmth that turned out to be Hoseok shaking with laughter. He shot up with a startled yelp, bumping into the top of the tent. This loosened the fastenings, causing the poles to collapse in on themselves. When he dust settled the two boys were effectively trapped underneath the tarp.
Before Jungkook could even think to panic, his hand was enveloped in Hoseok’s, who began tugging him towards the zippered entrance. After some finagling, they crawled their way out of the tent, flopping beside each other in the dewey morning grass to catch their breath. After a beat, Hobi burst out laughing, which caused Jungkook to break into a fit of giggles as well. The other’s laugh was just so infectious.
When they had settled, Jungkook rolled onto his side to face Hoseok, only to find him already staring. His could feel his ears start to get hot.
“Hey Kook?” the other began softly.
“You’re cute.” Cue Jungkook blushing even more furiously, mouth opening and closing as he searched for words that wouldn’t come.
“You’re also not subtle at all, you know that?” Hobi continued, tone laced with fond amusement.
“I-I’m not?” Jungkook managed in a weak voice.
“I’ve known you like me for a while now. I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, so I waited for you to approach me. But you make it so damn hard when you’re so adorable all the time…” Hobi trailed off, searching the younger’s boys face for a reaction. He could only gape in astonishment. Was this really happening?
“Would- would you be opposed to me kissing you right now?” Hobi asked tentatively, not wanting to scare the other off.
Jungkook shook his head. His heart fluttered as the older boy drew closer, eyes sliding shut as he cupped the back of his neck and finally, finally their lips were pressed together. It was everything Jungkook had hoped it would be and more, and he found himself lost in the feeling of Hoseok’s mouth moving in time against his own, fingers tangled in the other’s orange hair.
And it was perfect, right up until they were interrupted by loud cheers and wolf-whistles from the rest of the group.
