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Skateboard Confessions

Pairing: Yoonkook/Sugakookie

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Awkward Crushes, Friends to Lovers

Length: 1+ wip

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“Do we really have to do this Tae? I have homework to do, and a project to finish.”

“Yep.”

Jungkook whined as he was dragged further down the sidewalk to his inevitable doom. A sign that had the Fusion logo printed on it became more uninviting as he got closer.

Taehyung was supposed to be his friend and help him avoid embarrassing himself, but of course he had to pick the one person to befriend that would actively look to ruin his life. He supposed this is what he gets for accidentally befriending a fallen angel. He glares at the back of Taehyung’s head, mentally cursing the elder and his stupid purple hair.

Taehyung was the opposite of him in so many ways but somehow he winded up becoming best friends with the boy anyways. Out of every difference, the most notable one was their drastically different races; him a human and Taehyung a fallen angel.

Jungkook preferred to spend his days inside playing video games, or watching an anime when he had free time. Taehyung, on the other hand, was an outdoorsy person who would drag him out of his house, even if he protested. Usually what wound up happening was Jungkook would watch Taehyung cruise around on his skateboard and occasionally film him doing tricks for his Instagram. He was Taehyung’s unofficial official photographer and videographer whether he wanted to be or not.

It made sense he supposed that he take pictures and videos of his friend. He was a visual arts major after all. It was convenient for him that Taehyung would let him take photographs, since it made doing projects so much easier. He never had to ask for a model from his teacher because Taehyung was equal, if not better, than any of the volunteers.

Even with a face full of piercings and tattoos, Taehyung beat most top models in looks, and Jungkook often wondered why his friend didn’t take up being a model as a part time job ad put his angelic descent to good use. He certainly got enough offers from modeling agencies and entertainment companies that would beg him to sign a contract with them. Of course Taehyung would always turn them down, for he had no interest in the occupation. He would much rather make the clothes that models would wear and be behind the camera instead.

“Taehyung can we please-” Jungkook ran straight into Taehyung’s back when he stopped in the middle of sidewalk without warning. Taehyung turned around to him with a stare that shot right through him and left him speechless.

“Why?” Taehyung asked him with a neutral expression that Jungkook couldn’t read.

“Uh what?” He stared at Taehyung in confusion by what he meant.

“I asked why.”

“Why what?” Jungkook chewed on the inside of his lip nervously. He couldn’t look Taehyung straight in the eye.

“Why are you so vexed every time we go here huh?” The way Taehyung stared at him was intense and unlike his normal demeanor. His dark blue eyes were almost black and far to inhuman. When Taehyung was serious it wasn’t hard to tell, and he was serious right now. “If you really hate skating, and coming with me to the shop, you can just tell me, you know. I promise I won’t steal your soul for it.”

“I don’t… that’s-I don’t hate skating.” Jungkook stammered his words out, caught off guard by Taehyung’s sudden change in attitude.

“Then what’s the problem?” Taehyung crossed his arms and leaned against the wall of the building that they were next too.

Jungkook couldn’t seem to form words. He wasn’t used to Taehyung suddenly acting like this and he didn’t know what to say.

He didn’t hate skating or the shop at all. He found the sport extremely cool actually, but he just couldn’t go to that store. Not when the cute worker with green hair made his heart race and palms sweat. Not when he couldn’t seem to form words or even think straight whenever he thought about his cute nose, and how when he talked his lips did a cute pout and-

“Hey!”

“Ow-what the fuck” Jungkook rubbed the sore spot on his head from where Taehyung had smacked him, and glares at him. “What the hell was that for?”

“For spacing out.”

“I wasn’t spacing out.”

“No?” Taehyung gets a smirk on his face then. “Then were you daydreaming about a certain mint haired boy?”

Jungkook feels his whole body freeze. He stares at Taehyung, his mouth open and closing like a fish. “How-”

“Oh please” Taehyung rolls his eyes. “You are not subtle at all with your love sick puppy dog eyes Kook. Anyone who has any semblance of a brain can see your raging crush…and boner.” He dodged the punch Jungkook threw at him with a laugh.

“I don’t- That’s not true!” His cheeks are on fire and bright red. He didn’t think about him that way.

“Oh, so you don’t want to see his dick then?”

“Nuh- no.. I-” He could feel his soul slowly dying because of the utter embarrassment.

“So you DO want to see his dick.”

“Oh my god” Jungkook groaned and buried his face into his hands. He honestly felt like he could cry right now.

“I’m just fucking with you kid, so don’t start crying on me.” Taehyung ruffled his hair and slung his arm around his shoulder. “You humans are so easy to mess with.”

“Or you’re just mean.” Jungkook stared bitterly down at the sidewalk.

“That is true but you’re also really easy to mess with.”

“Why am I even friends with you anyways?” it wasn’t a real question, more rhetorical, but Taehyung answered it anyways.

“For three reasons: one, I am basically a demon that can steal your soul whenever I want to, but better looking than anything you’d find in hell, and two I’m your only friend.”

Jungkook wanted to open his mouth to protest that statement but didn’t have an argument to defend himself with. Taehyung was the only person he could call a friend, really.

“And lastly I’m the friend that’s gonna help you confront your crush boner.” Taehyung took his arm off his shoulder and sauntered down the sidewalk.

“Wait what-“ By the time Jungkook’s brain had fully processed the sentence and what it meant Taehyung had already walked off to the skate shops entrance. His eyes widened in horror and he took off after Taehyung in a sprint while he shouted uselessly after him to stop.

Jungkook nearly ran headfirst into the pull open door of the shop in his haste to stop Taehyung. He cursed as his hands fumbled to pull open the door, and rushed inside as soon as he got it open.

The shop was small which meant that as soon as entered in a chaotic frenzy every eye was on him. He froze once he realized that he was the center of attention.

“What’s the rush for, human?” Namjoon peered over him from the counter, his emerald eyes held concern in them.

“Yea human what’s wrong?” Taehyung’s grin glinted with mischief from where he leaned against the counter next to Namjoon.

“Uh…” Jungkook stared dumbly, his mouth open like a fish. His brain was completely blank.

“Do you feel unwell?” Namjoon walked around the counter oblivious to the way Taehyung checked him out as he walked by. He walked straight up to Jungkook and leaned in to examine his face. “Your face is flushed, which means you might have a fever.”

“Uh no no I…I don’t-” Jungkook took a step back flustered from Namjoon’s close proximity. It wasn’t only his pure blooded elvish aura, but also his ethereal beauty that was highly intimidating to any human.

“Do you require medical services? I know Yoongi knows some potions to-”

“NO!” The word comes out much louder than he intended, startling Namjoon with the outburst. “No no…I just…I uh need to g-go.” He’s about to turn and high tail it out of the shop, Taehyung be damned even more than he already was.

“What the hell is all the yelling for?”

Jungkook’s eyes widen, and his heartbeat speeds up to a probably dangerous level. There’s a voice in the back of his mind, the flight or fight part that is screaming at him to run but he’s frozen to the spot when a familiar head of mint green hair emerges from the back room.

“I think our dear little human friend is having a crisis Yoon. He could use some of your pixie magic.” Taehyung wiggled his eyebrows at the word magic in Jungkook’s direction.

“A crisis?” Yoongi turns his attention to Jungkook.

His blue eyes sparkled like diamonds and Jungkook couldn’t turn his gaze away as Yoongi came closer. With each step he took Jungkook felt his body and mind shut down. Yoongi was coming over to him, to check up on him if he was okay, and he didn’t know what to do, where to look or if it was possible to pass out from how beautiful someone was. Was it even legal to have ripped leather pants that tight or to pull off a simple low cut tee like that, and not to mention how fluffy and soft his hair looked in contrast to the ring choker and nose piercing and-

“Hello? Earth to human,” Yoongi flicked his forehead hard snapping out of his internal monologue. “I asked-”

“You have a pretty nose.”

The shop fell silent and Yoongi just stared at him in confusion. Somewhere in the background he could hear Taehyung snickering. Both Yoongi and Namjoon just stared him, and there were several beats of uncomfortable silence as it dawned on him what he just blurted out.

“Uh…thank…you?” Yoongi tilted his head and his eyebrows scrunched up confused, and it was so unfairly adorable.

Jungkook’s face turned red from embarrassment and he the urge to dig himself a hole in the ground and never come out again was at an all time high. “Oh my god I’m…I’m so sorry, I’m sorry I’m sorry,” he buried his face in his hands not even daring to look at the pixie. He probably thought he was just another weird human that didn’t know how to interact with the Fae.

“Kook what are you apologizing for?”

“For…for” He desperately tried to search his brain for an excuse as to why he just blurted that out but had nothing. There was a wall of static noise where his thoughts should be, and it felt like a thousand butterflies that were fighting to get out of inside him.

He didn’t realize that Yoongi had stepped closer to him until there was a hand against his cheek.

“Jungkook-”

“I gotta go.”

Yoongi blinked in confusion as he stared at shop door slamming shut in his face. He didn’t know humans could move that fast.

“Did I do something wrong?” Yoongi looked at Namjoon who stood a few feet behind him.

“I don’t know.” Namjoon shrugged in response equally as confused.

There was a strange pang in his chest, right where his heart was since Jungkook ran away from him. There was always a funny strange tug in his heart whenever the human was around but this one was different. It didn’t make him feel warm and fuzzy, but like a bucket of ice water was dumped on him.

“I don’t understand what I did wrong. Why does he always run away from me…” Yoongi whispered the last part more to himself than anyone else. He clutched a hand over his heart as if he could stop it from hurting.

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