╺ drive-in theatre.

@★ yugyeom k。 Jungkook talked. A lot. Especially when he was nervous.

"Yeah, cute. I really like polka dots, actually. But these days i've been into no-patterns. Just simplicity. But then again... I also really like Hawaiian patterns too." His lips purse at the thought, and he scrunches his nose at the thought of all the money he'd recently spent on new shirts. And it was a lot - but hey, style costs, right? Secretly, he was a er for clothes and strived the best in his fashion design class, but no one really knew or paid attention to that. Jungkook surely was lost when it came to what he wanted to do after he'd graduated, but it wasn't bad to have a list, right? Fashion design was on there. Music was on there. Maybe he'd do something in those fields, he didn't know. It's sad - the amount of pressure that kids this age are put under when it comes to college and school... they must know what they want to do by the time they walk across the stage at graduation.

Something was wrong with that picture.

All thoughts are washed away as his hand is pressed upon Yugyeom's chest, just above his heart. He looks down at it, the pads of his fingertips gently gliding against his shirt before - he feels it. He feels the racing of his heart, a rhythm that almost matched with his own. He finds peace in this and is relieved... because they were both equally as nervous as each other -- with each other. So when he's told, asked, to not be nervous with him.. his head nods once, and he presses another single kiss to the others' lips. He's wearing his heart on his sleeve -- vulnerable. But happy. Excited. Looking forward to his days now instead of consistently dreading them. Yugyeom was to thank for that.

His arm tightens around the boy, drawing him in even closer, if it was remotely possible. Jungkook wanted to be as close as he could to him, ensure that he wouldn't be able to slip away without him noticing. He knew he wouldn't, but it eased his mind anyway. He doesn't say anything for a second or two, the silence wrapping around them like their own blanket. His head tilts up, allowing his lips to graze over Yugyeom's forehead before he places a single kiss there and closes his eyes. "Sweetest dreams, Yug." He murmurs softly, his lips still ghosting upon the skin of his forehead before he soon slips away, into a world of endless amounts of dreams.

And Yugyeom is there too.

@★ jungkook j。 His second skin. That was ... a weird analogy about his love for baseball, but that would be rich coming from the guy that told the teacher to 'come look at my wood' in wood shop in junior year, and didn't understand just why that didn't go well. But, hey, he's just as nervous as Jungkook, the only difference being he doesn't say weird stuff. He keeps his face pressing to his neck, dragging up and down his side, and tracing little figure eight's along his spine. He swears he feels ridges under there, but there's no pressure in asking. He has marks all on him, too. Just ... He doesn't know that they're from very different reasons. "Cute, huh? What kind of patterns d'you like?" He slurs, and even though he had said he wasn't tired, boy, that was a lie.

When Jungkook moves, Yugyeom lets out a noise of distress and pulls back to look up at him, his brows perked, and his gaze gentle. "Flustered?" Was he too close? Not that it matters too much, unless Jungkook says 'dude, get off,', he just pushes closer, and leans up to take Jungkook's hand from his face. Without a word, he brings the palm to his chest, looking him in the eye, and he makes him feel. Makes him feel how hard his heart is beating, how fast, how it skips when he shifts, and how antsy it is just by this. By him. He's flustered, too, but in his own ways. Yugyeom's the silent kind of guy, swallowing his emotions and making dumb, crude jokes that should be uttered in repentance in some chamber at church. But he's flustered. He's nervous. Without hesitation, he leans forward, and places a kiss on Jungkook's lips, whispering against the plush dyads; "Don't be nervous with me?" It's more like a plea, his question soft, because he suddenly can't find his voice.

Gruff Kim Yugyeom can't find his voice.

With all the tenderness he can manage, he presses his nose to Jungkook's, and twines his fingers with his, the one that's caught between them. "Come and sleep with me." But just sleep. Nothing more. Just resting, and not waking up until way late in the afternoon, because surely, it's 4am, at least. It hits Yugyeom then ... "And you gotta drive me to the field tomorrow to get my truck. Now sleep, baseball boy." Back to gruff Yugyeom, but a bit more docile, shrinking against him and somehow making his long, lanky, 6-foot figure small, and though he isn't so terribly tired, he makes himself close his eyes, and whispers to Jungkook, 'no more questions, just sleep,', before forcing a tight lip, and a stubborn way of saying 'I'm not gonna answer.' in how he buries himself against the other.

@★ yugyeom k。 "The sand is basically my second skin," He points out, soon furrowing his brows after hearing himself. Now he was at the point of not even understanding himself.... nice.

"Yeah, I know, but I just -," Before he's even able to defend the new space between them, Yugyeom was tightly wrapped around him once more. His heart was racing and he bites his tongue, mainly to bite back any trace or sound of what could be remotely close to a moan. The friction felt good though, and it felt foreign. While Jungkook had slept around throughout his high school career, this was like his first kiss. He didn't know what it was like to sleep with a man -- consensually, that is. It was a nightmare at home, a reason why it had never really crossed his mind. But now? It was something that he wanted. He wanted to make sweet love to this boy that wasn't aware of his own worth - to this boy that seemed so skeptical of the world.

He wanted to mark him as his own, have people wondering who had made such marks. And overall, he wanted to promise him that this wasn't a one-night deal. Promise that he understood him, and that he would stay by his side no matter what the two do or where they go - even if things didn't work out. He wanted to seal it in a way that only they would understand.. that would be sacred to them. But instead of vocalizing that, he just shifts slightly so that he would be... as close to comfortable that he could be within tightened sweats before finally relaxing against the other. He's still incredibly warm, so is thankful that the quilt wasn't between them. By now, he was too comfortable to move anyway. "It's okay, you can.." His words trail off when his gaze falls to the others fingers, and he soon reaches out to dip them beneath his shirt. He wanted to feel his hands over him, they were so soft -- and he wanted the other to caress wherever he wanted, ask any question he wanted.

But of course, he knew that he wouldn't be able to answer them all. Especially when it would come to the scratches beneath the white shirt, mixed with bruises and some spots still covered in bandages. "Tired? No, i'm not. I was just.. checking in." His head rests upon the pillow, right hand beneath it whilst his left hand drew small circles on Yugyeom's lower back. "I like how your boxers match your socks. It's cute." It was really cute, especially with the fact that they were polka dots. Jungkook's gaze finds its way back to Yugyeom's, staring into it for a moment before his hand removes itself from beneath the pillow and covers his face, almost in a shy manner with an embarrassed chuckle. "Ah, i'm so flustered."

@★ jungkook j。 "You look nice with some warmth on your cheeks, and not that red sand you ate at the baseball game, either." Yugyeom plays too much.

He doesn't like how he pulls away a little bit, grumbling something about how he's still a little bit cold, and 'what are you doing?', but it's all garbled against his skin, because he's still a bit flabbergasted that he's 'crazy about' him, and that he isn't just crazy. Yugyeom pulls his head to look at him, laying his head on Jungkook's arm, blinking up with a gentle smile on his lips. Is he tired? "Nah," He whispers, and it's true. He's restless, especially this close to a guy that's a really good kisser, and really interesting to talk to. "You wanna go get that quilt for us? Or do you want me to?" But he doesn't want to get up a second time. Yugyeom's lazy, and he's really, really good at getting what he wants sometimes.

"Or you could just come closer; I don't have the plague." He has a feeling he knows why Jungkook's a little bit away, but .. He'll later. Yugyeom chases after him in a wiggling form, slotting his legs between his again, and tightening them around his leg. Poor Jungkook. Yugyeom's an . He doesn't mind the slight .. bit that's resting against him, and merely hums in content. "There. No quilt needed." He did this to prove a point, a weird point, that only he understands, but a point. A point for Jungkook is that he doesn't care. He likes how comfortable he is, and how warm he is, and how Yugyeom feels like he can kiss him whenever, now.

He's in the clouds right now, his hands running along Jungkook's front, and back, feather light touches that make it seem like he really *is* touchy clouds. Whispy, delicate, lovely little puffs. His fingers gently dip into the fabric of his shirt, keeping them above the fabric, though, not wanting to make him that much more flustered. He's already freaking out about their hips, and if he really wants him to, Yugyeom will put his pants back on. Even if wearing jeans to bed . and is painful. Mostly annoying, but kind of painful. "You tired, Koo..?"

@★ yugyeom k。 Jungkook is ready to roll over to hold himself above Yugyeom as his lower lip is captured in between his teeth. However, before he's able to do anything, he's already pulled away. He blinks towards him as he was told to wait, upper body soon perked upon his elbow with fingers laced together. He's a bit taken aback when he stands up on the mattress, following the jacket - and pants - that are soon crunched together in a small pile besides the door. Jungkook is still looking at the pile of clothes as he returns to him, his own fingers squeezing each other while he gulps past the lump in his throat. It suddenly seems a thousand times hotter in the room....

And it wasn't because of the projector.

There's a blush settled upon the apples of his cheeks as his tongue peaks through his lips to moisten them, and all of a sudden... He's shy. His arm is hesitantly wrapping back around Yugyeom - light, but still secure. If the other wanted to remove himself from his embrace, he wouldn't have that much of a hard time doing so, but he'd still have to try a bit. Jungkook is careful where he lays his hand, not wanting the other to feel uncomfortable in any way. But his eyes close once again at the kiss, which is followed by the sweet sweet words in a whisper that is so melodic to his ears. Kim Yugyeom: the best song he'd ever listened to. His words -- lyrics -- were divine, sinking anybody into a world full of hopes and dreams. But he himself wasn't a dream, no, he was a reality. And who would've thought that one day... Jungkook would realize that reality, for once, is so much better than his dreams.

He feels a little more at ease now, and he wants to express everything he was feeling towards Yugyeom now - but he keeps himself from doing so, afraid that maybe it was too soon to feel such attraction and strong feelings towards him. But was love limited to a single period of time? He didn't think so. But then again, that was his own definition of love. "I'm crazy about you, Kim Yugyeom," he whispers just as soft, maybe even quieter, while his fingers play with a loose string coming off of the males boxers. Oh god -- no, please don't - , he curses inwardly, attempting to nudge his hips back to create a space between their hips. It was still hot, his body temperature, especially. Maybe it was the amount of feelings that he had for the other that started this... or - how good he looked right now. That could be a part of what was causing his -- predicament. "Are you tired?" He questioned softly, hoping to change to whatever subject to free him of his tightening slacks.

@★ jungkook j。 Why does he suddenly look predatory like this? Standing over by the door, watching him with a gaze that Yugyeom can't gauge, eyeing him up and down. Not that he doesn't like it, he does, he really, *really* does. Seeing the way Jungkook takes him in, and how he walks over. Yugyeom's starting to feel hot again. He stares at him when he bends, and when he crawls over him like he *is* a ing predator, Yugyeom nearly loses it. He keeps composure, though, in his semi-ticklish belly, and when Jungkook grins against his lips, Yugyeom can't help but return the peck, and devise an evil plan.

Two can play at this game.

"I like 'em, too." So much that his boxers are polka dots. Black, silk, with red dots. Hah. Yugyeom leans into to nibble at Jungkook's bottom lip, and soon after, regrettably, pulls away. Just to reach down, and shuck off his pants, though. "One sec," He moves with little finesse, wiggling out of Jungkook's grip to stand on the mattress. Pants are kicked off, and he strips off his jacket, letting just his black undershirt show, before tossing it over to where his pants are. "If we're gonna sleep here, I'm getting comfortable." Back to plopping, but a lot more carefully, since Jungkook is right next to him, and he doesn't want to pile drive him into the mattress. He lays beside him, and cuddles close.

Real close.

Face pressing to Jungkook's neck, and his arms winding around his waist - well, only one. The other is trapped between them, because honestly, it's a pain to have his arm under something that wasn't a pillow. His legs slot with his, and he c l i n g s, not caring that Jungkook's in his sweats, and his shirt, his after game little outfit. He smells good. Smells like home. Yugyeom lays a little kiss on his neck, and mumbles something that he doesn't want to share with the class, just about how 'Jeon Jungkook, you make me weak,', and he's okay with that thought. He's okay with that fact.

@★ yugyeom k。 Jungkook is nervous, keeping a close eye on Yugyeom as he stepped in. Would he think it’s weird that he practically lived /here/? Where candy and meals were sold for the cheapest prices in the city? Where families came together to see movies — with young kids rushing their parents and tugging on their fingers. Or maybe two kids going on their first date — or ones that have gone and multiple dates and are later caught smashing in the public restroom. Would he think it was gross? Sometimes he wasn’t able to shower, and had to sneak into the school locker room before the sun peaked through the clouds. What would he think of it all? Of his.. home. Home, that’s what it was. His opinion was important to him, because to Jungkook, this place held the most memories for him. From when he was five years old to now. Many, many memories.

“Mm, maybe. Here or the baseball field, if I’m not home.” He returns with a soft chuckle, the tips of his fingers sinking into his front pockets whilst shrugging his shoulders up. His gaze follows every move that Yugyeom makes, from him sliding off his shoes — nice socks, he notes internally — to him flopping down on the bed. There was absolutely no trace of judgement, in anyway, upon his countenance. It was accepting, just as Jungkook anticipated that it would be. There didn’t seem to be a judge mental, mean bone in Yugyeom’s body. It leaves Jungkook wondering... what took them so long to meet? He wondered if things would have turned out this way if they’d met earlier. Probably not. They’d probably still be figuring themselves out, what they liked and what they wanted. But he was glad that things had fallen into place how they are now, he wouldn’t want it to be any different. By now, he was just observing Yugyeom while leaning on the door frame, cheek squished against it lightly while he stared with the most adoration and a soft smile. God, he was going to go crazy for him. He was going crazy for him.

‘Baseball boy,’ a nickname that he could surely get used to. His gaze shifts to his hands that are making a grabby motion towards him, biting down into his lower lip while straightening up. He gets a better look at him as he takes a step closer, nudging the door shut behind him, and he decides to take another mental picture, along with the many that he’s already taken. Jungkook kneels one leg on the edge of the bed, pressing kisses in a line up Yugyeom’s covered abdomen, hands pressing into the mattress on both sides of his head while he ends the trail of kisses against his lips. “I like the polka dots.” He murmurs against his lips with a grin before shifting to collapse beside him on the mattress, one arm securely wrapping around his waist. “Yeah, we could call this the cuddle & tell stories room.... or laying face down and falling the to sleep room.” It earned a soft laugh from his throat, free hands nudging through the others’ locks gently.

@★ jungkook j。 Yugyeom shifts off of him, and it's a little bit hard to move. He's a bit stiff, down there, but he makes no noise of it, pays no mind to it, and slips off of Jungkook's lap with a bit of .. Awkward finesse. All long limbs and knees digging into his upholstery. He takes a second to climb out of the car, not wanting to scuff up anything, but thankfully, he's tall enough to just hop out. His hair is a mess, and it's obvious that something is there, but when Jungkook doesn't make any comment on it, he feels at ease, and not so nervous as he walks behind him. That hand that was rubbing his back - he's now holding it, and it has the same weak knee effect on him as it had before.

The steps prove a bit difficult to climb, but as time goes on, and more movement occurs, he gets used to it, and everything seems to wind down a bit more. He's never been inside things like this, except one time at an actual movie theater, when he snuck up to the projection room and recorded everything from the little slot up there. Amazing, really, that he didn't get caught, and that it was left unattended, but hey, what can you do? Yugyeom steps in behind Jungkook, and when the little room is revealed, he lets out a low whistle, and feels the need to take off his shoes. He does, revealing his definitely worn in polka dot socks, toeing away his converse right to put them right by the door. "Welp, now I know where to find you when you're not home, or something." He jokes, because he has no idea what his homelife is like, and he obviously spends time here if there's a mattress.

"So .. Is this where we come and cuddle and tell stories, or am I just going to lay face down and fall the to sleep?" Damn, does he have a way with words. Yugyeom meanders over towards the bed, and kneels down, before literally flopping on it, and rolling onto his back. It's comfortable. Well slept in. It smells like Jungkook, and he really, really can get used to the scent. He looks over to Jungkook, then, and reaches out his hands towards him. "Don't tell me to get up again, 'cause this is probably where I'm gonna sleep. So get over here with me, baseball boy."

What a baby, making literal grabby hands.

@★ yugyeom k。 He's completely frazzled by now, lungs in the air that they desperately needed after the two part. An amused look is apparent on his face. "Maybe," He returns before his teeth sink into his lower lip. His hair was a bit disheveled, cheeks flushed with a wild look in his eyes. Jungkook's head tilts back upon feeling the kisses being littered over his skin, his fingertips curling into the others' jean's belt loops. A muffled sound of delight could be heard slipping through his lips - swollen tiers that were pressed together whilst Yugyeom marked his skin. His eyes slipped closed, allowing himself to bathe beneath each kiss and nip.. and he knows what direction this was going in.

There's those nerves again, in the pit of his stomach.

They were present especially upon the tug of his shirt, where he visibly stiffened at the thought of him seeing the purple and blue skin that was easily hidden. "Hm?" He hums, blinking out of his trance whilst the other called him back to reality - his name had never sounded so sweet until now. His arms soon move to wrap Yugyeom into his embrace, where the tips of his fingers gently grazed over his back, rubbing up and down gently. It was sweet, and his heart felt as if it had grown three times it's size, and he felt warm. Everywhere. "We don't have to go anywhere, Yugyeom. Not anytime soon." His words are spoken at a soft whisper, lips pressing a kiss to his shoulder. "Theres... one more thing that I want to show you. C'mere, get up." One of his legs raises to lightly nudge his bottom and he unwraps himself from him.

When he's off of him, Jungkook is leaning over to pull the keys out of the ignition and he hops out of the back - grabbing the quilt - the corner of his lips curls upwards at the sight of the back of the car, and how many endless memories he plans to create there, with Yugyeom. Stepping forward, he takes his hand and laces their fingers together before leading him up to the tower, where he sometimes stayed. Where this quilt came from, where many tears had been shed. There were lots of memories here, and it was the first time anyone had been let in. When they finally reach the top of the many staircases, he nudges the door open and drops the quilt onto the raised mattress on the right side. "I spend a lot of time here... obviously." He chuckles, taking a few steps in before facing Yugyeom with a smile.

@★ jungkook j。 , his hand feels nice against his skin. Perfectly calloused, but still somehow soft, rubbing along his back and pressing him closer. Yugyeom has to sit up straighter to press into him, following the light guidance of his palm like a little duckling. Jungkook's little duckling. His palm frames his cheek, now, thumb ghosting over his cheekbone, fingers scaling along the line of his jaw, to feel how he smiles, to feel just how into this kiss he gets. He feels him fidgeting, though, and Yugyeom makes a noise of distress, all the way up until he hears that smooth jazz, and damn, does Jungkook know how to sway a man. He into his mouth, before grinning against his lips, appreciative of the music that lets him sway.

His hand strays between them, and he gently tugs at Jungkook's shirt, sitting back just enough to look down at him. The two inches he has on him really helps, helps in the way he can easily look down at him, his lips a bit puffy from their constant kissing, red, glossy from the saliva, how blown out his pupils are, wide with pleasure, with excitement. "You tryin' to bite me, Jeon?" He bats playfully, before leaning forward, to press a kiss along his jaw, his cheek, down the curvature to his neck, until he's laving his tongue along the area, and gently nipping. How he wants to marks into his skin, how he wants people to look at the school's baseball captain and wonder what he got up to, who he got with, who he'll be with.

But he suffers in silence, silence in the way he presses the sweetest of kisses to his neck, down to his adam's apple, nipping at the protruding bulb, before tracing his lips to his ear. "Jungkook," He whispers against the lobe, resting his cheek to his, closing his eyes and, ever so slowly, he winds both arms around his shoulders, "please don't tell me I have'ta go home after this." Sure, he was supposed to say something romantic, like, 'you're everything,' or 'I wanna spend years with you,', but those are for the later years. When they've gotten to know each other, gotten to hate each other, be with one another, love each other. Those are for the later years, and right now, he wants to spend as much selfish time as he can with him.

@★ yugyeom k。 "It's a song," Jungkook murmurs in return, palms still caressing the others' sides. The pads of his thumbs glided back and forth over the soft fabric of his shirt. "I like you too -- a lot." This all felt so... natural. So.. right. He was right. Their fingers laced together -- was right. The way that he fit on his lap and how his fingers were so soft against his own skin. Everything about him was right, perfect. Let's not forget about his lips - how perfect they melted with Jungkook's -- the color of them the most beautiful and unique shade of cerise. They pouted out naturally, so saccharine... a pair that anybody would want to kiss. So he surely wasn't taking of any of these moments for granted.

This next kiss is feverish - has fire pumping through the enclosures of Jungkook's veins. It pumps from the tip of his head and all the way down to the tips of his toes, which curl inside of his shoes. He thinks about the song he murmured a few moments ago, and how much it fits their situation. He wasn't perfect... god, no - way far from it. But he could be perfect for Yugyeom, he could make himself perfect for him. Give him what he deserved, if he'd let him. But baby steps, right? In the end though... they'd be the one thing in the world that won't hurt. And he was sure of it.

Jungkook's lips part, granting the other his requested access whilst the tips of his fingers nudge beneath his shirt. They don't spread anywhere far, but the pads of his fingers just caress the smooth skin beneath them. He can hear the muffled argument from the movie playing on the screen, and it's distracting. The hand beneath Yugyeom's shirt makes its way to press against his lower back and he straightens up, leaning forward slightly. Their chests nudge upon each other and his free hand extends -- fingers wiggling in attempt to reach the tune button. He does shortly after, nudging it to the right two times until smooth jazz music slipped through the speakers. 'There we go,' he thinks to himself, the corners of his lips curling upwards against the others before overing his lower lip a gentle tug.

@★ jungkook j。 Has he mentioned how nice Jungkook's hands feel against him? How it feels so warm against his skin? How he feels like his handprints will be there forever, and when he pulls away, his shirt will be in tatters and the culprit will be two Jungkook-hand shaped holes? "Good, 'cause I don't think you're a one night thing." A many night thing. Where he laughs with him, and helps him sneak into his house when his mom is actually there, because lord knows his step-dad is only in town one week of the month, and they usually take a nice trip out to somewhere.

Without him.

But they're forgotten as Jungkook leaves kiss after kiss along his neck, his jaw, his lashes fluttering and lids falling closed -- until he says something he really doesn't understand. Except the perfect part. He's just imagining that Jungkook calls him perfect, at this point. "What's that?" Yugyeom mumbles, letting his arms loosely hold onto him around his neck. his upper half leaning against the back of the headrest. "I like you." He says, simply, flashing a lazy smile, and playing with the hair at the base of Jungkook's neck. He likes him, he does. He's scared, in actuality, but he's okay with taking risks. He takes another, by leaning forward, and pressing a kiss to Jungkook's lips once more.

But this one is a bit more his style. More heated, to make the cool air that slips between them as stifling as a day at noon in the courtyard. He takes his time, letting his tongue trace over his lips - God, how soft are they? What doe she use? Vaseline every morning? - and tilting his head to the side. He's pliant, and waiting, wanting Jungkook to accept him, to let his lips part and - he hopes he isn't pushing him too hard.

@★ yugyeom k。 His adrenaline is pumping quickly through his veins, and while they were outside in an open car, his body temperature definitely raised. He was getting heated up, especially when Yugyeom climbed onto his lap. Jungkook straightens up so that he's not leaning back anymore, one of his hands gliding up the other's thigh before encircling around his middle to hold him closer. The other hand continued to cup his neck, the pad of his thumb gliding back and forth upon the smooth skin. He isn't ready for when the other pulls away, his lower lip pouting out in attempt to catch his lips from running away.

His lips part while his eyes open, gaze shifting upwards to look up at him -- and there goes his heart again. The tip of his nose nudges upon his with a soft smile, tongue peeking out to moisten his lips - and maybe to catch the everlasting taste of Yugyeom that still remained there. Upon the kiss of his jaw, he breathes out while breaking into a widened grin. "I'm sorry but, I'm not into 'one night things,'" Jungkook's grin seemingly grows a little bit, head tilting back slightly while his fingers nudge through his hair. He didn't understand how people could do.. things like this, and even way more, with people they weren't even interested. Just for one night. It didn't make sense.. plus, it was so much more exhilarating and so much more special.

His hands are now pressed on both sides of his abdomen while he leans forward until his back pressed against the front seat. Tilting the head to the side, Jungkook begins to press delicate kisses against his neck and up his jaw -- soon releasing a soft laugh whilst pressing another kiss to his lips. "Perfect for you, I can be perfect for you," He quotes quietly within a soft tune in his very heavily accented english. It was from a popular musical that played on Broadway once, what was it - ah, Next to Normal. It didn't necessarily fit the two, but the line kind of did. It was cheesy -- he was cheesy. "I like this. Being here, like this, with you."

@★ jungkook j。 He would have never guessed this was some semblance of a first kiss, by the way he commands it, how effortlessly he seems to guide him. Maybe it's how they're both so giddy that they could care less about how perfect it is, or it's that Yugyeom's just head over heels for this. This whole this. This situation, this boy, this car, this drive-in, hell, even this quilt. His hand, now freed, moves to Jungkook's jaw, both hands now framing his face as he ksises him. He doesn't have to be told twice, and easily swings himself over. He's tall, and lanky, and settling down is a bit hard, but it's worth it. So worth it when he sinks down on his thighs, and lets one hand pull away from his jaw to grab the quilt and toss it over them.

The quilt is now his cape, and Jungkook is his kryptonite. He's the life out of him via air loss, but Yugyeom doesn't care. His nose bumps against his, and his arm comes to wrap around his neck, loose, hanging around so he can keep himself close. He has to part to breath again, and now, Jungkook is so much closer. He's literally eye to eye with him, nose to nose, his bottom resting on his thighs, and his lips still ghosting over his. Yugyeom looks dumb, with his lips partially parted, and his eyes wandering this way, and that, but he's happy. He cracks a smile, and presses a kiss to Jungkook's jaw, then.

"Please tell me this isn't a one night thing." He doesn't want it to be. He wants to experience this more, maybe go out on little dates with him, enjoy an actual movie here, and make memories that'll last him well into his old age. Even if this didn't work out, at least memories would be good. His hand that's holding his jaw trails up, his fingertips lightly ghosting over his temple, along his brow, pushing up into his hair to card through the air dried locks. They're fluffy from the night air, and he can see himself spending countless hours just trailing his fingers over his scalp in a sort of massage. Yugyeom leans forward, and presses a kiss just in the middle of Jungkook's forehead, before sitting back on his knees, and tilting his head to the side. He's offering him more. More kisses. More contact. More adoration. He's chock full of that, that's for sure.

@★ yugyeom k。 Jeon Jungkook, known as the star of the baseball team by students; grade A student by teachers. Attended parties sometimes, never really enjoyed alcohol much, was close to his team and yet...

This was his first kiss.

Well, not necessarily. Sure, he'd kissed many women down the road of figuring out what he liked, who he liked... but most were for the sole purpose on figuring out his uality. This however.. was the first one that he wanted. The first one that he, inwardly, craved for. It had always been a fantasy in his head, and he used to attempt to figure out who his first /wanted/ kiss would be with. He would wonder if he would ever find that... fantasy of love. Was it even real? He would have planned out a time in his life where he would lose it, and how, whether it be a movie or a romantic dinner but... This beat any plan that he could ever make up.

His breath is caught in his throat when they part, lips a striking red from the other pair atop of them and he's flustered. His cheeks are flushed whilst holding a soft smile, eyes observing the others features again. He was flustered too, with a beautiful blush upon the tips of his cheeks, and all of a sudden Jungkook feels a rush of relief wash over him. And all of the sudden, the electricity is back. His eyes slip closed, fingers detaching themselves from Yugyeom's to caress just above his hip. Jungkook's free hand is caressing the left side of his neck while he kisses him, quite passionately at that. It isn't long before he's addicted, craving for more of this sweet taste that was just -- it was him. And with a little nudge to his hip, he silently invites the other onto his lap.

@★ jungkook j。 What startles him the most is how Jungkook's palm feels so right on his leg. It's welcoming, and warm, and even though he tears it away and mumbles a ty sorry, it makes Yugyeom grin, and makes him blush just a little. Just a little. His hand is back, but now it's taking Yugyeom's, and he's never felt his heart stop so fast. His eyes flash forward to the screen in front of them once more, and he just holds onto his hand, loose, but still firm, like if he were to try and pull away, there would be a little bit of a fight. He doesn't see that he's touching him, doesn't notice the moves, not until he's feeling it. Not until he feels his fingertips graze his skin, and leave such a chilling trail in their wake. He wants him to run his fingers over those spots again, wondering if the warmth would make goosebumps from the chill.

But, he's already getting goosebumps. He's getting goosebumps when he feels fingers on his chin, gets goosebumps when he turns his head slightly to see him, gets goosebumps when Jungkook leans closer, and their breath mingles together, and he suddenly loves the scent of toothpaste. His lips are so soft, everything he's thought of, everything he's imagined. Yugyeom's melting against him, and his once lax grip on Jungkook's hand tightens. He's no stranger to kissing, having been the test of many girl's hearts, letting them fulfill their bad boy fantasies, but Jungkook makes him feel like a rookie again. Like this is his first kiss, and that he's going to put every kiss afterwards up to this expectation. Nothing can be sweeter than a kiss at the drive-in.

Like the 1950's, but less oppressive. Car included in the fantasy.

His jaw tenses, and he shifts partially, bringing his free hand up to Jungkook's jaw to properly hold him. To cradle him close, and let his lips mold against his. Indulging in the dance he creates, and feeling the warmth bloom from the soft dads that have overtaken his own. When he parts, it's from lack of breath, breathing heavily and looking up to Jungkook with a hazed look in his eyes. He's smiling, though, with a little blush, and a really vulnerable glint in his eye. This time, though, he's leaning forward, and he's stealing Jungkook's lips in another kiss. Tasting the passion from the night's game, the exhilaration from the star gazing, the anxiety from them being. Tasting it all, and grinning into his sweet embrace.

@★ yugyeom k。 Jungkook could feel his stomach knot up as the other tucks the blanket over his body, gaze following his hands as he does so. His heart is racing, so much so that he can feel his pulse thudding through his fingertips. Even as Yugyeom's knee brushes against his own, his lips part and he releases the quietest breath. His gaze are still set upon the movie screen, following the movements of the characters -- but his mind was racing. Should he.... return the bump? Hold onto his thigh? No -- that was too weird, right? His face held no emotion, mainly because his mind was attempting to catch up with itself. Oh god, his hands were clamming up -- no, no.. his gaze is still on the screen as he roughly glides his palms against his thighs. But wait, he wasn't wearing jeans -

Oh god. "Sorry, I didn't mean to -" Wrong leg, . He looks away quickly, cheeks disguised by a deep shade of red - even the tips of his ears too. His eyes squeeze shut and he curses inwardly, but blames himself. Duh, he was stuck and lost in his own mind. He's nervous. And he's never felt this nervous before. Silence. The tips of his fingers tap, almost impatiently, against his knees. There's a connection between them, and he wasn't dumb, he knew that it wasn't just... mentally. The male gulps -- probably too loud -- and is praying that he doesn't have a trace of sweat on his forehead. Jungkook shifts again, sliding down a bit more in the seat whilst clearing his throat. He turns his head forward again, flustered, and just keeps it positioned towards the screen.

He was looking at Yugyeom through the corner of his eyes, though, and he catches how much the blanket seemed to shake beneath his chin. Maybe he was... still cold? "Still cold?" He breathes out softly in question, raising his hand beneath the blanket to gently take one of his hands into his hold. His larger fingers slip through the empty spaces between his fingers, pad of his thumb grazing upon the back of his hand while nudging his knee back against his.

His heart is racing too fast now, and he felt like he just took four shots of vodka straight. He felt.... alive. Jungkook didn't even catch himself simply staring at Yugyeom. They were closer now.. his gaze followed the slight curve of a strand of hair that rested on his forehead - just tickling right in between his eyebrows. He'd almost completely forgotten about the movie playing - completely blocking out the sound muffled from the radio. His movie was right here.. right in front of him. Jungkook extends his free hand, the tips of his fingertips gliding upon his cheek.. it was soft, smooth -- perfect. Thats what he was.. Perfect. They soon glide over the bridge of his nose, continuing downward until his fingers cupped just beneath his chin.

He wasn't scared anymore.

So he leans in, gaze sinking into the others until his own falters just the slightest - and by the next second, his lips was ghosting over the other's heart shaped tiers. His eyes close, and soon, he's kissing Kim Yugyeom. Lips pressed ever so gently upon his lips, careful, as if he were a fragile flower that would break at anytime. And it feels natural.

@★ jungkook j。 "I .. My mom likes this stuff, you know?" He wants to hide, because he's a little bit embarrassed that someone has pegged him for a guy that likes this kind of stuff. But it's deep, and heartfelt, and even if he couldn't express his own emotions properly, he knew what kind of things the people in these books were feeling. Being able to relate to them under the guise of a book project for school, so he wouldn't be questioned, or ridiculed, it was great. It was one reason why he loves literature so much, why he does so well in writing, and in anything to do with sentence structures, poems, and story breakdowns. "Mm," He confirms, pretty chilly, actually. He doesn't expect Jungkook to run off though, and it leaves him in a state of confusion.

He peeks over his shoulder to watch him run off - damn, he hates to see him go, but he loves to watch him walk away. He snaps himself out of it, and faces back towards the big screen, dropping his leg over and over against the floor, a nervous tick that's taking over. What's he bringing back? When is he coming back? It isn't even a few minutes because Jungkook is back by him, and laying a pretty nice quilt over his body. He stares at it for a moment, before looking over at Jungkook. Why ... Does he have a quilt here? Was it one of the worker's? Was it in the lost and found? Upon a quick, stealthy sniff, he's deduced that it wasn't a random person's, and that it smells heavily of Jungkook. He looks at how much he has, and how much Jungkook does, and scoots a bit closer.

Just to put the blanket on him, he tells himself. Just that. Tucking the quilt over Jungkook's thighs, and giving him more, because Yugyeom didn't need that much. He drags the quilt up to just under his chin, and now that he can't see it, he gains a bit of confidence. His knee brushes against Jungkook's. His heart pounds in his chest, his eyes are unblinking, and his lips are slightly parted. He's so nervous. What if he calls him weird? It's one thing to have a blanket under you, laying down and looking at the stars, but to be sharing one?

Yugyeom nervously his lips, wetting them, before pulling his lower lip into his mouth to chew on. Another nervous habit. His hands shake from where they hold the quilt up under his chin. In a quick second, he lets his gaze flicker over to Jungkook from the corner of his eye, and just in case he's watching, he gives him the teeniest smile.

@★ yugyeom k。 "Thanks." Jungkook's fingertips glide against the side of the car, eyes adverting towards the grass almost sheepishly. It felt more like a home than his actual home did, so the compliment... well, it meant a lot to him. He looks back at Yugyeom, almost immediately following his actions to settle into the back seat beside him. His gaze follows the movie showing on the screen, fingertips pressing upon his belly while slowly nodding along to the others' words. "Mm, normally people are gone by now. Even the workers, they'll head home early without packing up. But in cases like that, I'll just head up to the booth and put everything away myself. It's sad, how much people lose interest or don't care about old treasures like this one, you know?

He was joking when he mentioned that it was his home away from home. Years ago, Jungkook stepped into this same drive-in with one mission: befriending all of the workers. Obviously, he was a kid. All he had to do was be cool -- and it worked. The same workers still were present to this day, and knew about his home situation. That's why he wasn't scolded when he was awoken in the mornings by the security guards, or why he didn't have to pay to get in. They were like... his family. But a much better one. "It's Pride and Prejudice." He murmurs, the inside of his index finger gliding along his tiers. He turns his head towards Yugyeom with furrowed brows, all while releasing a soft chuckle. "You've seen it? That's kind of surprising." He, of course, wasn't aware of the other's movie tastes, but Pride and Prejudice definitely didn't seem to fit. It wasn't even in his favorites.

His chocolate gaze fell upon the other's thigh again, and his fingers twitch in his own hold. Pressing his lips into a thin line, Jungkook soon breathes in a deep breath, and he's about to place his hand on his thigh before hearing him talk. He pauses. "Are you cold? I can actually, uh - wait here, one second." He didn't want to bring up that he'd slept here, sometimes.. he didn't want to reveal his home life, in the case that it would change anything. But Yugyeom didn't seem like the kind of person that would let it change anything. So Jungkook hops out of the car once more and jogs towards the tower from which the movie is projecting from, nudging himself up the few flights of stairs to grab the quilt that rested upon the messy mattress in the corner. His bed.... away from his bed.

The thought earned a light chuckle from his own lips, and before he knows it, he's back to the car. "Here," He hums while climbing in once more. Before he sits down, he drapes the quilt over Yugyeom's lap before sitting back down beside him and tugging what was left over onto his lap as well.

@★ jungkook j。 When he finally steels his attention from Jungkook, and eyes the spyder, he realizes that she's a beaut. His fingers trail over the cared for hood, and up along the passenger side mirror. "Nice little thing," And before he knows it, he's settling into the car, and letting Jungkook whisk him away on his joy ride. The city is nice, at this time, especially in a convertible. He feels like his legs are too long for tiny cars like this, but he fits just perfectly in it. Probably because he's the passenger. His hand rides the air current, making a wave all the way until they get to the old drive-in.

Memories surge through him, and he nearly feels a tear fall down his eye. It's as beautiful as he remembers.

The trees are a bit taller around the drive-in, and it makes for a nice, immersion feeling. "I like your home." He murmurs, before getting out of the car, only to hop into the back seat, and stretch out. His hands move to rest on his thighs, and he glances around. Good thing the mosquitoes aren't out. "Come sit back here with me," He offers, patting the leather beside him. It really is nice, and he knows the movie that's playing. Can't remember the name, but that didn't matter right now, now halfway through the movie, and it's already been seen. He can imagine coming out here, though, for a midnight, special showing, or a premier, or even reruns of old movies that made the foundation of his childhood.

He'd come here if Jungkook was with him. It feels almost like this could become routine, and it makes his insides curl happily. Yugyeom's hands rest behind his neck, and he stars up at the screen, at ease with how silent the area is, minus the low buzz of the movie that comes through Jungkook's radio. "Probably had one last showing of this, and whoever was here decided to ditch, or get lucky." He muses after some thought, because after looking around, he doesn't spot any cars around, nor does he even see the attendants that usually have their nose far up everyone's business. Then again, he hasn't been here in a while, anyway. "I should've brought that blanket though - it probably rained over here, and it dragged in a cold breeze." And it was chilly, but he also, kind of maybe wanted to stay under the blankets with the other.

@★ yugyeom k。 His pinky is vastly smaller than his..... he wouldn't have expected that.

Jungkook was picking up on the smaller things now... the simple things -- like how his fingers were smaller than his, and the how back of his hand was softer than a newborn babies . How when he smiled, there was a soft indentation in his right cheek. Or how when he laughed, his nose crinkled up a lil' and his eyes seemed to disappear. It all seemed so simple, and that's what Yugyeom seemed to be. Simple. He didn't go out of his way to impress - he was who he was for himself, and it was admirable. Especially in the world that they lived in, where everything seemed fake. Jungkook knew now, that he was real. Incredibly real. And he loved that about him.

Perhaps the best thing about him was that he seemed to enjoy being around Jungkook. He felt as though he could really be himself without there being any judgement, and finally -- it didn't have to be about sports all the goddamn time. He could talk about constellations, his conspiracies about the world and feel like it was appreciated. Finally, he felt accepted.

Upon arrival to his car, he unwinds his pinky from the other's with hesitation. "This is my baby," He murmurs, looking over the car once with a small smile. The backpack slides mid-way down his arm and soon, he's fishing into the pockets for his keys. The soft 'beep' heard whilst the trunk pops open disturbs the silence that he was bathing in with the other, and a whistle slips through his puckered tiers while he shuffles to stuff his backpack in it. "Should've brought the blanket," He muses with a teasing smile before shutting the trunk and hopping into the convertible. It purrs to life shortly after, and once Yugyeom is in the car, he begins driving to their next destination.

It was a smooth ride, one where Jungkook continued to eye the other in his peripheral - along with his thigh. It was tempting, to reach out and hold onto it, but his fingers would tightly grip the steering wheel instead. It was maybe a ten minute ride to the drive in, the male following his self-made trail through the woods before they were finally on the field. He reaches out to nudge the stereo volume up, soon parking the car with a smile settled on his lips. "They normally keep commercials playing overnight - 'worried that the projector will dry out, or something. It's from the fifty's, I think." He looks around, eye-ing the large screen ahead of them before looking to Yugyeom with a half-hearted shrug, and a smile. "But welcome to my home away from home."