7 Minutes Apart (Ggukkook)
2
years later now they are 20 and college students
Jungkook carefully stirred the ramen on the stovetop, humming a soft tune under his breath. The steam curled up like ghostly fingers, fogging the edge of his glasses. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing faint old burn scars on his forearms—a testament to when he learned to cook at sixteen, right after their parents died.
Jeon Jungguk/younger twin
Hyung
Jungkook turned. Jungguk stood there in the kitchen doorway, freshly showered, damp black hair curling around his ears, a towel around his neck. A small smirk tugged at his lips, but his eyes were unreadable.
Jeon Jungkook/older twin
Hey, did you nap well? *offering a gentle smile*
Jeon Jungguk/younger twin
yeah hyung, because I knew you’d be here when I woke up.
Jeon Jungkook/older twin
*Chuckled, oblivious* Where else would I be, silly? I live with you.
Jeon Jungguk/younger twin
(You belong to me.)
He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around his hyung’s waist from behind, pressing his nose into the nape of Jungkook’s neck. He inhaled deeply. Laundry detergent. Baby powder. And something rawer. Jungkook.
Jeon Jungkook/older twin
Hot *elbowed him gently*
Jeon Jungkook/older twin
You’ll get burned again
Jeon Jungguk/younger twin
Don’t care *murmured against his neck.*
Jeon Jungguk/younger twin
If it’s from you, I’ll take it.
Jungkook laughed, warm and naïve.
Jeon Jungkook/older twin
Dramatic brat.
Jungguk didn’t let go. His hand brushed over Jungkook’s stomach, almost tender, almost reverent. But there was a tightness in his grip that made Jungkook flinch.
No idea how deeply Jungguk worshipped him.
No idea how often he watched him sleep at night, imagining peeling his skin open to climb inside.
No idea that every girl Jungkook had ever liked had mysteriously pulled away after a few weeks, shaking with fear.
No idea that Jungguk wasn’t his baby brother anymore—he was a man now. With needs. And he needed Jungkook.
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